Night 73: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[freewill]

[From here.]

On his way down the hall, Castiel reviewed what little amount of strategy he could manage for tonight's plans. The main obstacle they'd been facing was some kind of guardian being placed in either the Sun Room or the library itself. If they could maneuver their way around any opponents and not get separated in the process, it was possible they could make real progress.

Castiel didn't know why they'd been given keys that made their search easier, as if Landel wanted them to succeed despite all of his announcements implying otherwise. It was yet another aspect of this mission that made him uncertain, but it wasn't as if he hadn't barreled into fights without all the details before.

Reaching the end of the hall, Castiel took a left.

[To here.]

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[forsworn]

[from here]

The hallways were totally quiet as Kratos made his way through; it made for an unsettling mood, even though he knew that it was still early in the night, and quite possibly, he was one of the first if not the first patient to come down this hall. Still, he couldn't help but contrast it with nights prior, when even walking through the patient blocks felt like walking through a crowd.

[skipping again to here]

[redcladidealist]

[From here.]

As Lloyd stepped into the next hall, he thought he heard the quiet echo of fading footsteps, but it could have been his imagination as much as anything else. His flashlight didn't catch anything moving. Maybe someone had just left the hall?

More cautious now, Lloyd tried to walk more quietly - a difficult trick while keeping his pace fast. Man, Sheena makes this look so easy...

Nothing happened, though, so at the end of the hall, he turned left.

[To here.]

[envy_the_sinners]

[From here]

Scar turned his light down both ways of the hall before stepping into it completely. There were already others out, he could tell.

He glanced to Alphonse, making sure he was still with him. Damn the paranoia that set in with night. It had only worsened after his death and the Elrics' appearece.

[his_legacy]

[From here]

"A central information area would be our best option, though, I think. We've little else to go on." Rumors and little notes and bits of information passed during the daytime. Communication had always been fairly open between the patients; there had always been a sense of unity. But it only got them so far when they knew so little.

[sixth_attack]

[From here.]

"No... We're not losing," Sechs sternly thought to himself, ignoring the creeping doubts and the drug's sinister taunting. Even when outnumbered by hundreds or up against a giant opponent with no foreseeable weaknesses, Sechs knew warriors like Alita and Zazie would come out triumphant. Sechs knew he and his fellow prisoners were made of tougher stuff, even if they were disabled by Landel's power. They were going to make it, he just knew it.

...As long as their fight didn't turn out the same way Bar Jack's rebellion against Tiphares did...

[To here.]

[ever_loyal_dog]

[from here]

It took a bit more caution than he was used to, but he picked his way along the walls, feeling the peeling wallpaper and decay that would vanish with the daylight. He saw nothing, though he strained to listen for other footsteps or the sound of something else approaching. So far, so good.

[to here]