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damned_institute2013-07-04 06:09 pm
knightspirit) wrote in damned_institute2013-07-04 06:09 pm
Night 71: M01-M10 Hallway
Like most of the nights he'd been here, dinner ended up silent for Kyousuke, though it was hard to say whether that was a good thing. He ate quickly, and after that, he had nothing but his own thoughts to keep him company. ... That, and a certain photograph that had been resting on his desk for a while now, of the whole team after their national championship. Usually, it had been encouraging, but at the moment, seeing himself holding up the trophy with Tenma right in the center of the picture was a little much, and he had to gently tip the frame face down so he didn't have to look at it anymore. ... That Tenma was gone now. Or at least, until he could find a way to save him somehow. He didn't have a clue where to even start, but that didn't matter. All he could do was keep trying.
He began to sort through his things to leave for the night: radio and list of numbers in his pocket, flashlight in hand, and the ball in a net over his shoulder. He started to reach for the crowbar he'd collected the last night, when he came across a folded piece of paper he didn't remember having, and moved to open that instead. ..... Was this from those rebels Sora told him about? He wasn't sure how they'd managed to get this to him, but he had no real choice but follow its advice. He'd been planning to go to the third floor anyway, in hopes he'd find something up there he could use to help Kratos and Lloyd. Maybe there would even be something there that would help him save Tenma, but he didn't want to entertain that idea too much; he had to put his hopes in something real, not his own wishful thinking, or he'd be setting himself up for disappointment and failure.
For now, the best thing to do would probably be to talk to Sora about this note, since he was only meters away, so Kyousuke decided to step into the hall and rest his back against the wall to wait for him. The crowbar, he left behind; from the sound of things, he probably wouldn't be needing it where he was going.
[ Sora ]
He began to sort through his things to leave for the night: radio and list of numbers in his pocket, flashlight in hand, and the ball in a net over his shoulder. He started to reach for the crowbar he'd collected the last night, when he came across a folded piece of paper he didn't remember having, and moved to open that instead. ..... Was this from those rebels Sora told him about? He wasn't sure how they'd managed to get this to him, but he had no real choice but follow its advice. He'd been planning to go to the third floor anyway, in hopes he'd find something up there he could use to help Kratos and Lloyd. Maybe there would even be something there that would help him save Tenma, but he didn't want to entertain that idea too much; he had to put his hopes in something real, not his own wishful thinking, or he'd be setting himself up for disappointment and failure.
For now, the best thing to do would probably be to talk to Sora about this note, since he was only meters away, so Kyousuke decided to step into the hall and rest his back against the wall to wait for him. The crowbar, he left behind; from the sound of things, he probably wouldn't be needing it where he was going.
[ Sora ]