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damned_institute2012-11-30 02:12 pm
a_sin_for_him) wrote in damned_institute2012-11-30 02:12 pm
Night 67: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
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It seemed as though the corridors were somehow longer, more cavernous. Lust knew it was only her fanciful imagination, but the sense persisted. The supposed she was unnerved, on edge. It wasn't something she enjoyed but she didn't know how to change it. Everything felt more since she'd come to this place. Sometimes the intensity of her feelings startled her.
But here were the main hallways, she was making good time. Another corner and it would be the true main corridor...
It seemed as though the corridors were somehow longer, more cavernous. Lust knew it was only her fanciful imagination, but the sense persisted. The supposed she was unnerved, on edge. It wasn't something she enjoyed but she didn't know how to change it. Everything felt more since she'd come to this place. Sometimes the intensity of her feelings startled her.
But here were the main hallways, she was making good time. Another corner and it would be the true main corridor...
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Another empty hallway; he slowed down as he reached the door to the women's block, his left leg giving a sudden twinge that briefly made it give out. The man caught himself against the wall, cursing his idiocy for leaving his crutch behind. He was breathing harder now; he hadn't run like that in a long time.
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