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damned_institute2012-10-17 04:31 pm
rocksthecourt) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-17 04:31 pm
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Night 66: Doctor's Offices (Med Wing)
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Around the corner was a dead end with several unmarked rooms. In a hospital, he wasn't really sure how to feel about that, less so when it was this one. Was this a good or bad sign? Again, he scanned the hallway around (and behind) him before he ventured toward the closest door. He opened it carefully, pausing when it was a few inches open to hear for any signs of movement or something being tripped. After there was no sign of anything, he entered the room properly.
Oh, that's why it hadn't been marked. It was someone's office. It was a simple office, but even in the dark he could make out the small, personal touches scattered about the room. The simple artwork, for example. ...Whoever's office this was seemed to have a thing for cats.
You know, it was strange. He'd been wandering around this hospital, just as everyone else has been, for weeks. And yet, it was only now that he was going into an office that he suddenly felt like he was being incredibly intrusive. Like he was breaking and entering. He supposed what he and everyone had been doing could be considered theft, but in light of kidnapping and torture on the staff's part, that offense didn't hold much water. Besides, they were taking things for the sake of their own survival and sanity, and they wouldn't even have to take things in the first place if these people hadn't--
Okay, he was digressing. He should be focusing on his surroundings. An office here was the perfect place to find potential information and the perfect place to set a trap.
Around the corner was a dead end with several unmarked rooms. In a hospital, he wasn't really sure how to feel about that, less so when it was this one. Was this a good or bad sign? Again, he scanned the hallway around (and behind) him before he ventured toward the closest door. He opened it carefully, pausing when it was a few inches open to hear for any signs of movement or something being tripped. After there was no sign of anything, he entered the room properly.
Oh, that's why it hadn't been marked. It was someone's office. It was a simple office, but even in the dark he could make out the small, personal touches scattered about the room. The simple artwork, for example. ...Whoever's office this was seemed to have a thing for cats.
You know, it was strange. He'd been wandering around this hospital, just as everyone else has been, for weeks. And yet, it was only now that he was going into an office that he suddenly felt like he was being incredibly intrusive. Like he was breaking and entering. He supposed what he and everyone had been doing could be considered theft, but in light of kidnapping and torture on the staff's part, that offense didn't hold much water. Besides, they were taking things for the sake of their own survival and sanity, and they wouldn't even have to take things in the first place if these people hadn't--
Okay, he was digressing. He should be focusing on his surroundings. An office here was the perfect place to find potential information and the perfect place to set a trap.
Still in the first room
First things first. Let's check the desk, shall we? He went over to it, checking the area underneath before he started going through drawers. Like the front desk, it was astoundingly anticlimactic. There was nothing here outside blank report forms and office supplies. ...This one needed to refill his printer paper immediately. Yes, this desk was so boring, that was all that was worth any note.
Actually, there was one other interesting point, though he doubted it would amount to anything: the computer. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down and pushed the power button, not really expecting anything. Shockingly it clicked, the familiar hum as it started booting up sounding almost deafening in the quiet room. He actually jerked, somewhat startled. It was... working?
...Wait, didn't they cut the power to the main part of the building at night? None of the lights worked, after all. Was there a reason the computers were an exception? They must have been using the computer system at night to some degree, then. What would they be using it for exactly? He wondered if there was any chance of accessing the files in here or at least seeing what kinds of things... might... be....
And there, like some kind of punchline to a bad joke was the login screen. It wasn't even so much the little window demanding a password that got to him as it was the stupid background of Smiley faces, all grinning at him like they were laughing at his naïveté. And somewhere, he was sure someone was. Did you really believe it would be that simple?, the little bastards seemed to be saying. You're just walking around in circles, Klavier. Is this really the best you can do? My, you certainly are useless on your own, aren't you?
He pushed the power button again, holding it until he heard the hum of the computer cut off abruptly. He hoped the hard drive had gotten corrupted.
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