Ryusei Sakuta (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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damned_institute2012-11-29 05:52 pm
asteroidbelt) wrote in damned_institute2012-11-29 05:52 pm
Night 67: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[from here]
Shuffling along the wall would make too much noise, so Ryusei walked normally along this hall. He was worried, but with the exits at the two ends, he'd see someone coming long before they saw him. He could always duck past, but— He'd deal with that if it came up. For now, he had to think about where he would go from here. Routine said the cafeteria, but logic dictated otherwise; there was no point to going there. How about the front door? That— That was an option, wasn't it?
... It...wasn't a good one.
... He'd made it without mishap. Next.
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Shuffling along the wall would make too much noise, so Ryusei walked normally along this hall. He was worried, but with the exits at the two ends, he'd see someone coming long before they saw him. He could always duck past, but— He'd deal with that if it came up. For now, he had to think about where he would go from here. Routine said the cafeteria, but logic dictated otherwise; there was no point to going there. How about the front door? That— That was an option, wasn't it?
... It...wasn't a good one.
... He'd made it without mishap. Next.
[to here]
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"It was nothing, really," he said with a shake of his head. "Actually, I'm kind of embarrassed that it took me so long to make it." Once again, he refrained from mentioning that the absence of his roommate had given him the time to work on it.
Guy had to wonder if Claude was ever going to get around to making his own sheath. He had a little bit of leftover leather that could maybe be combined with whatever Claude had. "If you need help with yours, let me know," he offered as he led them into the main hallway.
[To here.]