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damned_institute2012-10-16 04:10 pm
rocksthecourt) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-16 04:10 pm
Night 66: Front Desk (Med Wing)
[from here]
Was it actually physically possible for it to seem even more quiet in here than it had outside? It was like the air itself was just dead and refused to move. Like the stiff air of a church that made one just naturally want to whisper. Or was that just his own paranoia making it feel that way?
Klavier scanned the area as best he could from the doorway, but that was asking a little too much of his flashlight, it seemed. He ventured in carefully, suddenly feeling immensely stupid for having traveled here all alone. There was only so much one person could do to keep an eye on their surroundings, and already it felt like there were far too many places something could pop out from. The silence only seemed to make it feel even more dangerous rather than safer.
Just... No. Don't. Come on. He had to focus. He wasn't going to get anything done if he spent the entire time terrified out of his wits. He was armed, wasn't he? And the door had been locked. There was no sense in overthinking it. He just had to concentrate on what needed to be done and worry about reacting if the time should come. That's all. Alright then.
Except there was one glaring exception to this, and that would be the room across from him which had its door gaping wide open. To be honest, turning his back to an open door felt far too much like an invitation. There was no way he could move further in without feeling that open doorway staring at his back the entire time.
So, moving so his back was facing the wall, he moved over to that room first.
[to here]
Was it actually physically possible for it to seem even more quiet in here than it had outside? It was like the air itself was just dead and refused to move. Like the stiff air of a church that made one just naturally want to whisper. Or was that just his own paranoia making it feel that way?
Klavier scanned the area as best he could from the doorway, but that was asking a little too much of his flashlight, it seemed. He ventured in carefully, suddenly feeling immensely stupid for having traveled here all alone. There was only so much one person could do to keep an eye on their surroundings, and already it felt like there were far too many places something could pop out from. The silence only seemed to make it feel even more dangerous rather than safer.
Just... No. Don't. Come on. He had to focus. He wasn't going to get anything done if he spent the entire time terrified out of his wits. He was armed, wasn't he? And the door had been locked. There was no sense in overthinking it. He just had to concentrate on what needed to be done and worry about reacting if the time should come. That's all. Alright then.
Except there was one glaring exception to this, and that would be the room across from him which had its door gaping wide open. To be honest, turning his back to an open door felt far too much like an invitation. There was no way he could move further in without feeling that open doorway staring at his back the entire time.
So, moving so his back was facing the wall, he moved over to that room first.
[to here]
OH... well good!! YAY :D
Leanne's eyes followed Tsubaki's, to the board on the wall, though she couldn't quite manage to figure out what it said before she turned back toward her. Maybe it was for the best. If it wasn't part of the clue, she wasn't sure she wanted to know anyway.
"The X-Ray Room," she repeated, nodding once at Tsubaki. "Got it." It was good enough for her, with as little as she knew about the place.
She turned around, flashlight held in front of her and taking note of just how many doors surrounded them. Which one... Which one was the X-Ray room?
"Can we just keep following the hallway to reach it?"