Night 67: F1-F10 Hallway

[a_sin_for_him]

This time, there was no hesitating. There was no contemplating or dithering or taking anyone's feelings into consideration. Lust was simply going to take matters into her own hands. Really, hadn't she always known that was the truth of things? Though it was said so blithely and often as a jest, 'if you want something done, do it yourself' proved time and time again to be an aptly uttered statement.

Anyway, she hardly needed a chaperone. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, even in her weakened state. Not to mention that she would hardly be the only prisoner seeking the cure. Most likely she'd find someone else, on their own and with the same goal.

Flashlight in hand and dressed in her former clothing, Lust ventured out into the hallway with a brisk and determined air. She had a mission tonight, and heaven help any fool who got in her way.

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[madeinthehrl]

"That's right. He's interested in exploring the basement, so I was talking to him earlier today."

Soma was quiet for a moment after that. There wasn't much she could say in terms of comfort. 'Be glad you didn't know him that well'? What use was that?

Thankfully, the Once-ler spoke up then, and she looked up, thankful for the change in topic.

"Not the library," she agreed immediately. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew when it would be pointless to fight on, and whatever that thing had beaten them. "But...somewhere open. Somewhere we have room to maneuver if possible. I don't want to be trapped in a hallway with nowhere to run if I can help it. The courtyard, maybe. Or the rec field."

And--oh yes, there was a reason why she hadn't recognized him at first, and it had mostly been because of his clothes. She had to stare for a moment, taking in the sheer amount of...green. When he'd said he'd been in business, she'd imagined him in a sober black suit. This was...a suit, definitely. She less certain about the rest.

Her own outfit seemed to be receiving similar attention, and she nodded in response to his question. "It was mine. Or it was before I left the army, anyway. I guess you found your clothes in your room, too."

[fallenbeanpole]

The Once-ler nodded. "I'd say whichever one's closer. Whatever it is, I think it moves pretty fast." He shook his head. "I really don't want to get caught in a small area with something that is capable of... that."

When he noticed Soma's stare, the man straightened unconsciously. "They were hanging in my closet. Actually, the belt and bags aren't mine. I just found them in the box that's in the closet. I don't know where they came from."

The Once-ler stood up and stretched, flinching a little as he put weight on his bad leg. "We should probably go pretty quickly, if that thing is out and around."

[madeinthehrl]

"Rec field, then," Soma said, blinking for a moment. She hadn't realized she was staring--it was just. Green. "The door's just down the hall."

She pushed herself carefully to her feet again, and this time she was vaguely gratified to find she could carry her weight well enough to walk, albeit gingerly. It was better than being stuck in that wheelchair--if worse came to worse, she was certain she could run.

"They might have come from someone you know," she added as she replaced her gun in its holster and put her radio in her pocket. Nights like this one, it was probably best to travel light. "Someone who might've been released recently. We get things from them, sometimes."

It was impossible to hide the twist of emotion that passed across her face, but she looked away quickly and hoped he hadn't noticed. "You're right. We should go."

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