Night 66: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

[dualistic]

[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.]

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[stop_the_rain]

"Yeah, the field was how I tried a few nights ago," Murphy agreed, following along with Scar. How many guys named 'Scar' were running around this place, anyway? He wasn't quite sure what he thought of the buy, either. There was something about him that the ex-con couldn't quite put his finger on. Maybe it was just the way he talked. To a poor kid from the city streets, it sounded sort of uppity.

But who was he to judge?

"The walls look like you can scale them."

[longlivetheking]

Right, the wall. Scar was fairly certain he wouldn't have had any problems with the wall had he not been stuck in this inconvenient human form, but he was not so certain now. Not that he outwardly showed any of that, of course.

"Well, I suppose it's worth a shot," he commented as they reached the door on the other end of the hallway and pushed it open.

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