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damned_institute2006-11-07 05:54 pm
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Entry tags:
- cid,
- edward elric,
- fayt,
- nowe
Nightshift 19 - M30 Hallway
Nowe was disappointed. His conversation with Fayt had been interrupted suddenly by the voice through the metal box on the wall, and then his nurse had abruptly been escorting him back to his room rather pushily. He was greeted by the sight of dinner, which he was glad for. At least the food in this place was decent. When you were on the run as much as he and his group was, you didn't always get much in the way of choice foods. He was also minimally cheered by the sight of a pile of candy corn on his tray. He ate a few of them and pocketed the rest, flinching when the intercom came on. Again the voice on the other side had changed, turning into something far darker, more sadistic. Talking about some "war"... Nowe looked up sharply at that. Could he know about...? No, Nowe very much doubted that the voice meant the war in his world from 18 years ago. There were too may people here from different worlds, it was doubtful he spoke of that one. The man, whoever he was, was clearly insane.
The door clicked loudly, and Nowe stood up and tested it, noticing that it pushed open easily like it had the first night he was there. He turned back to his bed, digging around and finding the light-creating device from before, clicking it on. He then recalled the monster that had attacked the previous evening and decided to not draw attention to himself immediately, clicking the light off. He also came across a small metal box, not unlike the one in the wall, but smaller and with a few knobs. He stared dubiously at it and then put it in the pocket that didn't contain his candy corn, and then stepped out into the hallway, looking for signs of life. If he could just find someone...
What he needed was a group, like Kadaj had suggested. A group of people he could rely on. But he and Fayt hadn't had the chance to exchange room numbers before they'd been dragged off to their respective rooms by their nurses. Sighing, Nowe decided he'd just have to wander for now. Perhaps he'd run across another friendly face. Maybe he'd run into Caim again.
The last thought made him scowl. Caim. No, Caim was too distrustful. The man wasn't the kind of person Nowe could see himself hanging around.
It would be best if he could find Fayt, it seemed. He'd just have to hope the blue-haired boy hadn't wandered off elsewhere by now.
The door clicked loudly, and Nowe stood up and tested it, noticing that it pushed open easily like it had the first night he was there. He turned back to his bed, digging around and finding the light-creating device from before, clicking it on. He then recalled the monster that had attacked the previous evening and decided to not draw attention to himself immediately, clicking the light off. He also came across a small metal box, not unlike the one in the wall, but smaller and with a few knobs. He stared dubiously at it and then put it in the pocket that didn't contain his candy corn, and then stepped out into the hallway, looking for signs of life. If he could just find someone...
What he needed was a group, like Kadaj had suggested. A group of people he could rely on. But he and Fayt hadn't had the chance to exchange room numbers before they'd been dragged off to their respective rooms by their nurses. Sighing, Nowe decided he'd just have to wander for now. Perhaps he'd run across another friendly face. Maybe he'd run into Caim again.
The last thought made him scowl. Caim. No, Caim was too distrustful. The man wasn't the kind of person Nowe could see himself hanging around.
It would be best if he could find Fayt, it seemed. He'd just have to hope the blue-haired boy hadn't wandered off elsewhere by now.
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The lock to his room's door clicked and Ed stood up from the table, closing the journal and stuffing it into his pocket along with a pen or two. He dug around for the torch and then closed his eyes for a second, steeling himself for the night ahead.
Even if Al wasn't here, then Ed had to continue. He had to find some way of getting out, of getting back to his brother. And finding allies would be a good idea. If he could find Mustang again... He might not be Ed's favourite person in the world, but Ed knew that he could fight and knew that he could trust the man, which was more than could be said for anyone else in the place.
He pushed the door open and stepped out into the corridor. He didn't switch the torch on just yet. The corridor wasn't too dark for him to see and he'd rather not give himself away any more than necessary.
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In all honesty, he just wanted to lay down. Not sleep, but just... have some alone time. To think and plan, and he knew he was down in the dumps if he wanted to think and plan.
Cid usually liked rushing into things, especially since he usually knew he could win. But when it came to this place...
Hell, and it wasn't like he wanted to go walking around with Vincent as his ally. After the events of the night before, the poor fuck was even more shaken up than Cid was, and for good reason. There was no way Cid wanted to drag a fucked-up friend like that around, for both Vincent's sake and his. Hell, Cloud's death had probably compromised both of their desensitization to guts and gore.
So Cid stood with his back to his door, arms crossed over his chest, as he waited.
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After no one showed up for a good five minutes, the pilot gave a strong sigh and turned back towards his door.
Fuck it.
He opened it, closed it, and collapsed in his bed.
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Thus, he'd stayed in the hall just outside of his room, listening for noises that sounded like approaching monsters. Nowe was brave, but it would be too dangerous to wander on his own, he'd decided, since he knew nothing about the technology in this place, didn't know his way around to begin with, wasn't sure exactly how this place worked at night, and knew all of 6 or so people in the whole hospital. The odds were stacked high against him, but since the hallway had been quiet so far, he'd decided to give Fayt a little while to meet up with him here.
His patience paid off. He heard a lock click two doors down and flinched, turning and squinting in the darkness to see who it was. When the blue head poked out of the door, he sighed in relief. He imagined it wouldn't be too much safer with two people, (considering that five of them had all gone running at the sound of a monster approaching the previous night), but having someone with him was a great relief.
"Fayt, over here." He said, waving a hand, careful not to speak too loudly for fear of attracting unwanted attention again.
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Red eyes were soon apparent in the gloom, red eyes and matted fur as a giant cat stalked along the corridor in search of prey. The stench of too-sweet rotting meat wafted off of the cat's torn and matted body, as though it were a dead thing walking.
Perhaps it was.
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"Damn, again?" He hissed under his breath, catching sight of the red cat eyes in the darkness. He instinctively reached for his sword at his side, but found that it was regrettably absent. He hadn't thought that tone of voice would be enough to attract the monsters again, but apparently he hadn't been sufficiently quiet. The fact that it appeared to be a cat didn't help either. And the smell... the smell was horrid and made his stomach twist. He felt like he might lose what he'd eaten of his dinner right there, but held it back, raising a hand to his mouth instead to shield himself from the pungent stench.
He looked up, seeing Fayt rushing toward him. He thought quickly. There was absolutely no way that the two of them could take on the monstrous cat by themselves. Who knew what kind of power it possessed? Maybe it was impossible to kill. He didn't know how most of the technology worked in this world, maybe these monsters were immortal. He didn't want to turn and run, but they didn't have much choice. Fayt was right, they needed to hide, and there was nowhere to go in the corridor except into one of the rooms. It was doubtful they could outrun the cat for long enough to get into a different area of the hospital and even then, Nowe didn't know his way around.
His train of thought derailed as he suddenly felt Fayt's warm hand grasp his. But he didn't have more than two seconds to linger on it, because he was suddenly being pulled along. Nowe hadn't gone far from his own room, however, and after he'd been dragged for a few strides he suddenly planted his feet and pulled Fayt back.
"My room's here!" He said, as the quickest explanation he could manage for what he was about to do. It wouldn't be a good idea for them to just go bursting into someone else's room, and it might end up being worse for them if the occupant was particularly unfriendly. Not wanting to get stuck between a rock and a hard place, Nowe gave a strong yank on Fayt's arm to pull him back. He braced himself as he dragged the blue-haired boy back and wrapped an arm around his shoulders as the force from Fayt's body weight colliding with them very nearly threw them backwards into Nowe's door. Nowe gave a quick glance to make sure the cat wasn't too close, threw the door open, and dragged Fayt inside.
As Nowe was stumbling backwards, however, his feet slipped on the polished tile floor and he tumbled back, managing to give the door a sharp nudge with his foot as they toppled down. The door slammed shut behind them, and from inside there was a soft "oof" as Fayt landed on top of him, followed by a sigh of relief.
"Are you okay?"
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It was a surprise to the cat when, as it leapt for it's prey, it found itself slamming into a hard surface. The creature let out an unearthly yowl of frustration, its wicked claws scratching at the surface of the door before it turned away to find less clever food.
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