Night 67: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[asteroidbelt]

[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.

[to here]

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[freewill]

[From here.]

It was unfortunate that the greenhouse was clear on the other side of the first floor, but Castiel took solace in the fact that he didn't have to cross any large rooms to get there, so there was hope that he wouldn't run across any of this place's mutated creatures.

He hadn't even brought his blade with him, because it would be impossible to hold onto it while also using the crutches, and because -- even if he did get into a fight, he'd have no chance of using that weapon effectively in this state.

If something did come after him, his best bet would likely be to fend it off with one of the crutches. Which seemed like a ridiculous image, even to him, but he was willing to improvise.

At least he knew exactly where he was headed. Castiel sucked in a breath (this was more tiring than he'd expected, and he was uncomfortably short of breath) and continued on.

[To here.]

[complicatedliar]

[From here]

Once out into the larger hall, Loki dropped his invisibility and turned his flashlight on.

Feeling exceedingly cheerful, he set off toward the medical wing. He'd used up most of his medical supplies and needed more.

[behind_my_smile]

[From here]

Fai was glad he had excellent hearing because it helped guide him to where people might be assembling. He paused long enough to pull the small light he had found out of his pocket. He turned it over in his hands until he was able to figure out how to switch it on. As the light burst from it he smiled, this would make traveling around much easier.

He started down the hall, humming softly as if it might help to keep himself from getting lonely while he wandered the halls. It also had the potential to alert people that he was close, if the light wasn't enough to do so.

"Definitely a strange place." A short pause in the humming to reflect on that before resuming with the soft sound as he made his way towards the next big hallway.

[knightspirit]

[from hurr]

Kyousuke kept a tight grip on his flashlight as left the patient block, carefully surveying his surroundings for either a familiar face, or something unwanted lurking shadows. As far as he could tell, neither of these things were present, so he pressed on, ignoring the other occupants in the hall.

[to durr]

[his_legacy]

[From here]

Into the larger hallways. There were already several others out. Link made his way toward the main hallway. The corners of his lips drooped as he kept a sharp eye out for the beast that had been responsible.

He prayed it wasn't a patient.

[To here]

[maverickhunterx]

[From Here!]

...Nobody was there.

This was where they normally met, almost like clockwork. X perhaps shouldn't have expected anyone to be waiting there, but had almost been a silent, unspoken agreement that they would meet one another.

The cold touch of worry whispered over X's heart, but he ignored it.

If he had time to worry, then he had time to...

...

...move forward and look for them on his own.

[To Here!]

[earthling]

((From here.))

As they continued down the hallway, Claude wanted to keep admiring the sheath's craftsmanship, but it was kind of hard not to get distracted by the man's form-fitting leggings. When he caught himself staring, and his eyes snapped toward the path ahead. He could feel his ears burning a little.

"You never cease to amaze me," he said, partly to distract himself, and partly to convey to Guy that he'd really meant what he'd just said.

[redcladidealist]

[From here.]

As he continued down the hall, Lloyd wondered how many other rooms there were in this place. From the number of patients he'd seen during his two days here, he knew there had to be more rooms than he'd seen. He hadn't been paying attention to that when he'd studied his maps, though. He was half tempted to pull his journal out, but that would slow him down.

Instead, he focused on his path through the hall, making sure he didn't run into anyone. There were a few more people in the hall here, all heading to their own destinations. For the most part, they all seemed content to ignore him, and since he didn't have any reason to approach them either, that was fine with him.

He reached the end of the hall.

[To here.]

[fallenbeanpole]

[from here]

The hall was void of any other patients. No risk of him crashing into anybody. The Once-ler kept running, although no longer sprinting as he had through the block hallway. His shoes were not the best suited for something like this, but he really couldn't care about that slight hindrance. He just kept going.

[to here]

[vinesofregret]

[From here]

It was easy enough for him to slip into the shadows. Though they did not obey his commands as they had done for the dark-skinned man he'd fought - and he burned at the memory of that defeat - they still welcomed him. He had not found a fight, though, and he was starting to feel itchy - and the pain hadn't fully left his body. That was a weakness, and he knew it. His fall in the hallway had re-opened the wound on his stomach, and it was sluggishly leaking blood onto the clothes he was wearing.

He hissed, low, and one of his vines whipped out to score a chunk of the wall in frustration.

[For Gabriel]

[oyaji]

[From here]

Without much regard for what may lay on the other side of the door, Wild Tiger rammed it open as fast as he could. It hit the wall with a terrible bang like a gunshot, echoing down the hallway. Painted brick chipped off the formerly pristine wall and collected on the clean linoleum tile behind him.

Frantically his flashlight crossed the black halls on his left and right. He saw nothing out of the ordinary and he didn't find any kind of blood trail. With a frustrated growl he cursed the silence and began trying to decide which they should follow next.

[idolism]

_{[from here]}

There was a faint whiff of blood in the air--no, more than one kind of blood, to be specific--and although it itched at him, the impulse to feed was no longer as strong as it'd been over the last few days. That was one good thing. Sasuke's blood had done its job.

Now, it was time for him to do his. Aidou continued toward the female cellblock, paying no mind to those scampering around in the dark alongside him.

_{[to here]}