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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[dividedby]

[From here.]

Out into the hallway now. One step closer. Still nothing obviously unusual, still seeing few other prisoners about. Oh well; keep going forward.

And no, as he hurried through the hallways, coming closer to areas where more people would be able to see him, Zero did not care if anyone stared at the long-haired 'kid' wearing a girl's pink-colored coat over grey Institute wear and military-issued combat boots. Nope, didn't care at all. His thoughts were only on finding his friends, and that was it. 'Fashion' would forever be the least of his concerns.

[To here.]

[envy_the_sinners]

[From here]

As he should have expected, there was nothing to distinguish this hallway from the previous. It was almost exactly identical, save for the label on the door: M-B Blocks. There would be more rooms in here, then.

Scar pushed open the door without hesitation, making his way into the next hall.

[To here]

[complicatedliar]

[from here]

Loki paused, listening in the hallway. There didn't seem to be much movement thus far, and none that could be hostile. He kept moving, footsteps quiet. Experience told him this wasn't the dangerous part anyway.

[to here]

[sixth_attack]

[From here.]

Normally a trip from his room and to this hallway should be a cinch, but already Sechs was feeling the side-effects of his M-U kicking in from his spine. The tightening chill and abusive whispering from the results of his torture always made some of the most basic of things difficult, like walking down a hall without having to bend over slightly from growing discomfort. All he could do was clench his teeth together and move on.

[To here.]

[faeth]

[ from here. ]

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--!

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[impudentsongbird]

[from here.]

Once more the doors were close by, and once more there were more people around than Gabriel was expecting. Perhaps that was what happened when he waited; heading out early avoided the rush. It made sense, and Gabriel preferred it this way to the night before. This way, he knew there were others. The corridors didn't feel empty.

That is until he remembered that any number of people could turn at any moment, and they were potentially as much of a threat as the darkness. Repressing a shiver down his spine, Gabriel waited a moment to make sure the doorway was clear before passing through himself.

Having to face and fight a patient-turned-monster was the very last thing he wanted to do.

[to here.]

[stop_the_rain]

[from here]

His eyes adjusted slowly, but Murphy found he was able to see well enough. Again he found himself with no set goal, no direction. He didn't know where the medical wing was, and he was no doctor. No, he was a guy who knew how to swing a chair and beat something off with his his fists. He needed to find someone who needed that.

And wanted it. Because he'd tried before and it hadn't ever gone well.

But tonight....

to here]

[redcladidealist]

[From here.]

With the glow from Inoue's healing, it wasn't as difficult to see in the dark as it had been the night before, but it wasn't enough to see where they were going very well. Lloyd paused only long enough to drape his jacket over his shoulder before fishing out his flashlight and turning it on.

"I haven't been here long," he said softly as they continued on. She already knew that from their conversation at breakfast, but he felt like he should say it again, just in case she hadn't heard or remembered. That conversation had been pretty confusing at times and hard to keep up with himself. "So I'm just going off what I remember from when my nurse was walking me around. I'm pretty sure we just keep going through those open doors." He shined his flashlight in the direction of the West Wing South Hall.

[his_legacy]

[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.

[nobleman]

[From here.]

Other than a second pair of patients, both unfamiliar to Guy, the hall was empty. He didn't hear any sounds of possible monster attacks, either. He remembered last night, when they'd had to work their way past that fight, and wondered what had happened in the end.

Maybe it wasn't his business, but he still worried. Claude and Anise weren't the only people caught up in this, and it bothered him to realize that some people had already had the worst case scenario take place.

Despite his troubled thoughts, though, Guy tried to keep conversation light. "Did you have an okay day? I mean, considering the circumstances," he shot back to Claude.

[longlivetheking]

[From here]

Without any delay, Scar began heading north into the direction of the Recreational Field. All the while, he kept his watch on his companion for the night - this Murphy. Though it was convenient the man had offered his help so readily, but the former lion would hardly trust someone whom he had just met, after all.

[gald_digger]

[from here]

"So, um... you know how butterflies come from cocoons, right? Some people on the bulletin were suggesting that the disease has the same kind of stages, in the same kind of order. Barnaby thinks so, too." Not that Barnaby was an expert as far as she knew, but being the guy with a 'butterfly' in his stomach, his opinion counted for something. He hadn't said anything specific about his symptoms, but maybe he could somehow tell that his condition was advanced.

Remembering that Luke might not have heard about the x-ray results, Anise glanced over in his direction as she continued. "So, since the thing in Claude's scan didn't have wings... it might be like an earlier stage." She then turned to Claude with an encouraging smile. "So it probably means that Claude's going to be okay for a while!"

How long 'a while' was, she didn't really know. And whether or not Anise also had 'a while' to go was also unknown. But this was still good news, wasn't it?

[oneman_onekill]

[from here]

As he sped down the hallways, Niikura tried his best not to think about what kind of condition Shiina would be in. Last night, he'd only had a few minutes (or perhaps it had been seconds) to revel in his victory before the night had ended, and the facts of life said that it wasn't exactly a walk in the park after you got your stomach sliced open. She would understand, though, no matter how much pain she was in. Hopefully. If she'd really died in the past, she'd be okay...

Actually, he wouldn't be a happy camper either if he had to recuperate from massive stomach trauma, and he'd died how many times now?

[to here]

[scarefaux]

[From here.]

Turning on his flashlight, the Scarecrow made his way toward the main corridor, making sure Scar was still behind him every few steps. Though he couldn't feel it, his legs showed the telltale signs of the fatigue still wearing on him, his gait unsteady and growing more so with every passing moment. He rubbed at his eyes as he waited for his companion, forcing some of the blurriness from them.

"The room where he'll be is on the second floor," he explained over his shoulder as they walked. "There's a hallway we're going to have to cross on the way, and nothing good ever comes out of it."

[kings_thief]

[From Here]

As soon as he passed the threshold from one hall to the next he would have sworn someone had just thrown a knife into his skull. He staggered and fell against the wall as the headache he'd had before worsened to unbearable levels. His hands went to his temples as though he could hold his head together, for surely it was splitting apart with how much it hurt.

Vision speckled and fuzzy, he looked down the hall --suddenly seeming longer with how much further he had to go-- but he had to try. He couldn't just stop here, the process was starting and if he didn't barricade himself in time-!

He had to run; run as fast as he could until he was far enough away. The treasure hunter took one step from the wall, two, and collapsed, crying out as the pain shot down his spine.

He wasn't going to make it.

Rational thought fled his mind and all he could think of was the burning pain and the one feeling that he had to go. He had to keep moving. He had to-

Brown eyes flew open and lightened to a bright, ruby, red. Nails elongated and sharpened as skin tore, ripping apart to be replaced by dark fur that looked as though it was stretched across the bones. Sickening cracks echoed as Locke's bones broke and reformed to a feline structure, his spine became more prominent and elongated out into a thick tail. pointed ears sprouted up from his skull and two, long, tendril-like, whiskers shot out from a newly-formed snout and whisked back and forth as though they had a mind of their own.

Silence reigned except the sounds of fur scraping across the floor as the cat's tail twitched and swished.

It had to do something.....something important. Protect it's territory. It had to chase off any invaders. The cat got to it's feet, red eyes scanning the area for anything that didn't belong and then set off, large paws padding softly across the floor.

[oyaji]

[From here]

"D'ah!" They were already moving outside. Damn spry little children! Didn't they know their elders didn't walk so briskly? Grumbling, he put his long legs to work and sprinted down the hallway until he reached the double doors to the recreational field. With a handle in each palm, he pulled them open as fast and as hard as he could so he didn't lose sight of his prey--Err, guides.

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