Ryusei Sakuta (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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damned_institute2013-01-25 04:43 pm
asteroidbelt) wrote in damned_institute2013-01-25 04:43 pm
Night 68: M61-M70 Hallway
He'd been sitting listlessly with his head down when something changed; he felt it when he lifted his head, and glanced around the room with some degree of puzzlement. Had the room gotten brighter suddenly? The lights had flickered, before. But it wasn't just that; he felt as if he could finally breathe. The congestion in his chest was gone. That was weird. Indigestion, maybe, he thought as he crossed his arms. Probably wouldn't have happened if a certain someone hadn't forced him into eating his dinner.
Putting that aside. Ryusei had more important things to consider. For one, what his plan was tonight; he hadn't been thinking clearly enough earlier to make a decision. It was obvious now, in hindsight: his first priority was to retrieve Meteor Driver. The memories that had seemed so clear to him a moment ago seemed farther away now for some reason, but if there was even a small chance that his Driver had been taken, he needed to go confirm it. Unfortunately, he didn't know where confiscated things were kept, but it was simple enough in concept to check. Whoever was on the intercom didn't exactly mind the patients wandering around at night, did he?
Hmph. Making unfunny jokes to himself, he thought as he grabbed his flashlight. He really was losing it.
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Putting that aside. Ryusei had more important things to consider. For one, what his plan was tonight; he hadn't been thinking clearly enough earlier to make a decision. It was obvious now, in hindsight: his first priority was to retrieve Meteor Driver. The memories that had seemed so clear to him a moment ago seemed farther away now for some reason, but if there was even a small chance that his Driver had been taken, he needed to go confirm it. Unfortunately, he didn't know where confiscated things were kept, but it was simple enough in concept to check. Whoever was on the intercom didn't exactly mind the patients wandering around at night, did he?
Hmph. Making unfunny jokes to himself, he thought as he grabbed his flashlight. He really was losing it.
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