dualistic: (make you comprehend.)
Harvey Dent / Two-Face ([personal profile] dualistic) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-10-03 11:40 am

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.]
his_legacy: (eyes of a wolf)

[personal profile] his_legacy 2012-10-10 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[From here]

Link continued to follow Sechs into yet-unknown territory. By his calculation (sense of direction had always been one of his strongest points) they were right alongside the bathrooms, at this point. Sora had told him to jump the courtyard wall. At this rate, whatever door they took would take them just west of the courtyard. And the river was to the east.

He hoped to the goddesses it wasn't too far. Nights seemed to fly, here.
sixth_attack: (Serious)

[personal profile] sixth_attack 2012-10-11 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Taking the lead this time, Sechs continued his dash down the corridor until his flashlight caught sight of the exit door. He slowed down to a tired trot until he reached his destination, panting more from the pain and lingering sickness than just the exertion of running.

"Ok... Rec field's through here," Sechs explained, his tone strained slightly as he fought to repress his tired panting. "We gotta get to the wall on the other side as quick as we can, but we can't attract any attention, got that? There's gonna be someone or something out there... I know..."

And with that warning, Sechs shoved his shoulder against the door and pushed it open to the outside field.

[To here.]
Edited 2012-10-11 04:29 (UTC)