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damned_institute2012-10-03 01:22 pm
dualistic) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-03 01:22 pm
Night 66: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]
This was a trip that had gotten old ages ago, and so Harvey tried to make it as short as possible by falling into a brisk walk. He didn't go so far as to jog, since he didn't need to tire himself out before the action even started, but it was a good idea to save time where he could.
All of that was made very easy by the fact that there weren't any other patients around. He didn't know if it was because they were busy going through a painful transformation into some deadly monster, but if that was it, then he also wanted to get to a more open area sooner rather than later.
Harvey reached the end of the hall and rounded the corner into the main hall.
[To here.]
This was a trip that had gotten old ages ago, and so Harvey tried to make it as short as possible by falling into a brisk walk. He didn't go so far as to jog, since he didn't need to tire himself out before the action even started, but it was a good idea to save time where he could.
All of that was made very easy by the fact that there weren't any other patients around. He didn't know if it was because they were busy going through a painful transformation into some deadly monster, but if that was it, then he also wanted to get to a more open area sooner rather than later.
Harvey reached the end of the hall and rounded the corner into the main hall.
[To here.]
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Harpuia stayed silent as the three of them headed out, dividing his attention between the two in front of him and the hallway behind them. It didn't seem likely to get caught off-guard in a high-traffic area like this, but he didn't intend to be taken by surprise two nights in a row.
Besides, there was certainly no shortage of things to think about -- not just the big picture of the Institute or the sickness going around, but smaller things. That eye-searingly pink coat of Zero's, for instance: he'd never seen Zero wear anything like it, so why was he in it now? Harpuia was by no means a dull-witted guy. As distracting as the pink was, he'd noticed the emblem the sleeves bore: the Resistance logo.
A pink women's jacket belonging to a Resistance member -- a human one, since a reploid would have no need for protection from the cold. He opened his mouth, as if suddenly struck with the urge to speak up, but reconsidered. There was no need to rub salt in what must surely have been a wound.
Urgh, late forever.
This position felt strange and uncomfortable. Harpuia on one end, Zero on the other, and X in the middle as though he was in a makeshift fortress of bodies.
He wasn't an idiot: he had a feeling he knew why Harpuia had set up this particular arrangement, though it didn't mean that he liked it very much.
But after what happened for the past two nights, do you really blame him?
...No. He supposed not.
Still, it didn't stop that uncomfortable feeling that churned in his stomach as he moved forward.