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Armand St. Just ([identity profile] secret-orchard.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-08-24 08:57 am

Nightshift 26: Hallway Outside M1 - M40 Blocks

This corridor looked almost the same. Still quiet, though now he noticed more people about. At least that meant he hadn't run into any monsters. He ran along the hall until he saw the door that had caused him and Dr. Birkin so much trouble. From the day now, he knew that at the end of this hall was almost a lobby with the hall to the Sun Room and Cafeteria to the left. He didn't want to go there, so this was the end of the blocks. Right? No bathroom. He must have missed something.

Armand backtracked until he found another door that opened easily.

[identity profile] rope-victim.livejournal.com 2007-08-25 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Miku blinked at him and parted her hair where the goose egg was. "I.. don't think it's that bad, sir." He didn't seem to be dissuaded though, so she bent her head forward so he could have a better look.

Amazing, the amount of trust she put in strangers, but... there were bigger fish than a nineteen year old medium whose abilities were sporadic at best. "Just a little goose egg."

[identity profile] reanalyze.livejournal.com 2007-08-25 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"That is a nasty little bump," Citan mused. "A bit of ice would do would wonders, but that's in rather short supply. And you can just call me Doc, nearly everyone else does." The lump didn't look that bad, he doubted she was concussed.

"It's dangerous to be off on your own," he told her, tone a touch serious. Odd, coming from someone who was clearly on their own as well.

"If you aren't going anywhere in particular, you're welcome to join me. I'm off to gather supplies from the second floor."

[identity profile] rope-victim.livejournal.com 2007-08-25 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Miku smacked him with some moe nodded and smiled, despite his serious tone. "I know it is, I... I was looking for someone, but, I can't find them." The photographer frowned. "My name is Miku," she introduced herself quietly.

"I... actually wanted to head to the library, but, I can join you upstairs. I need... to finish my map." If she could get down there later, then it would be no problem. She hoped... and really hoped that the 'polar box' was what she thought it was.

[identity profile] reanalyze.livejournal.com 2007-08-25 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"The library?" Citan purpsed his lips, thoughtful. As much as he longed for proper tools, the possibility of a library was more than appealing. "If you know the way to the library, please lead on. I'd be most curious to see it for myself - I wasn't aware there was one here!"

Books would be greatly helpful. He could head upstairs later, there was plenty of time during the nights. And he certainly had nothing to fear from the creatures that roamed.

[identity profile] rope-victim.livejournal.com 2007-08-25 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"It's in the sun room," she nodded down the hallway. "We should probably hurry, though. Monsters like to show up at the most inconvenient of times." Just like ghosts, though she knew better that to add that and sound completely crazy.

"This way, Doc," Miku said quietly and started off towards the sun room, padding along softly, and rounding the corner.

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