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damned_institute2012-10-03 11:40 am
dualistic) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-03 11:40 am
Entry tags:
- anise,
- claude,
- edgar,
- gabriel,
- guy,
- lloyd,
- locke,
- luke fon fabre,
- orihime,
- scar (tlk),
- sechs,
- the scarecrow,
- two-face,
- zero
Night 66: West Wing, North Hall 1-A
[From here.]
Harvey stepped out of the block and then took the usual right down the hall, pondering over the coming challenge as he went. While he, Sangamon, and Scott had successfully passed that trial last night, it hadn't led to anything. Had they made a misstep somewhere? Or was there more that they had to do? They were going to have to try and get answers out of that damn skeleton again.
Speaking of which, the toll would be going to Sangamon tonight. Harvey wondered what he'd end up choosing. He figured it was between touch and voice, but it wasn't really his problem.
On one hand, Harvey was getting sick of going down into that dank cavern every night. On the other, it was good to always know what he was doing when the doors unlocked. He just hoped that all of this effort actually led somewhere.
[To here.]
Harvey stepped out of the block and then took the usual right down the hall, pondering over the coming challenge as he went. While he, Sangamon, and Scott had successfully passed that trial last night, it hadn't led to anything. Had they made a misstep somewhere? Or was there more that they had to do? They were going to have to try and get answers out of that damn skeleton again.
Speaking of which, the toll would be going to Sangamon tonight. Harvey wondered what he'd end up choosing. He figured it was between touch and voice, but it wasn't really his problem.
On one hand, Harvey was getting sick of going down into that dank cavern every night. On the other, it was good to always know what he was doing when the doors unlocked. He just hoped that all of this effort actually led somewhere.
[To here.]
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This one.
Her heartbeat accelerated strangely in her chest. The energy it took to walk over to this side of the institute was marginal at best, but her lungs were on fire, her pulse was a frantic drumming in her ears. Orihime broke for the lone door on her left the moment she stepped into the hallway, a several-steps dash that might’ve qualified her for track-and-field back home.
There was no reason to exaggerate, to try to make this anymore nauseatingly exciting than it already was, but her imagination went with it: she was on stage, spinning a wheel of pure chance, hoping she’d win the prize, the boat ride for three to the top of the Alps. Here, the doorknob was the wheel; the right answer, her prize.
I’ll take what’s behind door number one--!
[ to here. ]