Nightshift 27: M61 - M70 Hallway

[teacupdeath.livejournal.com]

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So close. So very close. The flashlight-wielding, ponytailed asshole's door was the first one in the hallway. He hadn't seen the guy's tail end on the way here, so a few more steps was all it would take.

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[arc-wrench.livejournal.com]

HK stepped out of his cell, ready to kill something. His lungs had almost completely healed thanks to the work from that pink-haired meatbag and his own modification of his unconscious subsystems. He waited impatiently for SubZero, taking out a scalpel and flipping it through his fingers in complicated little patterns, just because he could. And he loved having something dangerous readily at hand.

Until then, he'd just watch the other meatbags here... It looked like there could be fun things ahead.

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

SubZero made his way out and found HK already waiting for him. That was good, at least, he hated waiting. HK probably did too.

He glanced over down the hallway towards what appeared to be a fight breaking out.

The Lin Kuei made his way over to stand next to HK and observe the fight, not speaking at all. He didn't want to get drawn into the kombat combat.

[arc-wrench.livejournal.com]

Oooh, it took so much willpower to not shout out corrections. There was so much more that could be done to properly disassemble that meatbag!

When the first attacker left, HK sighed. "Irritation: He wasn't doing it properly..." After a moment of regarding the new arrival, he turned to SubZero. There were more interesting things to do than just watching fights. "Query: Are we leaving now?"

[visualize.livejournal.com]

[From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/216643.html?thread=15917123#t15917123)]

It was a good thing that his Majesty's room was only a single hallway away. It meant that he could keep an eye on the man, or at least, catch up with him relatively easily if he ever chose to saunter off. Of course, he had more faith in Peony than that, but one could never be completely confident in their predicaments.

His eyes grazed down upon the room numbers as he made his way down the hall, stopping right in front of room M62 and knocked twice.

M62

[rappigs.livejournal.com]

Peony was sitting alone in the dark; he hadn't bothered to turn his shine-tube on just yet, and he hadn't finished with his dinner, anyway. Regardless of whether or not it was actually healthy to eat right before bed - like Peony cared - the sudden darkness was kind of annoying. Even so, there wasn't much left on his plate.. just a few green beans, anyway. He guessed he didn't have to eat those..

Leaning up against the wall, his quite loosely bandaged (and quite naked) legs dangling over the edge of the bed, Peony didn't really feel like getting up. Not just yet, anyway. He had to show Jade the gashes on his legs, anyway! It had been somewhat serious this morning, but by now it was back to being a "cool injury" again.

"Halt! Who goes there?" the pantsless emperor shouted. "Cause, uh, evil villains aren't allowed in here, you know," he added for good measure.

Re: M62

[nobleman]

[ Hope it's okay if Gaylordia joins in. :[ ]

It did turn out to be rather convenient that he and the emperor had rooms so close to each other, especially when all of them were supposed to be meeting up like this. As Guy left his and Okita's room and moved out into the hall, he was lucky (or unlucky, depending on how one looked at it) enough to see Jade in front of the door to his right, no doubt waiting for Peony to let him in.

He moved over to the colonel, figuring the man would have already become aware of his presence by now.

"I thought we were meeting at F14?" he started, placing his hands on his hips as he considered the possibilities. Maybe Jade had just come to collect them (or Peony, at least) so there could be a safe escort to the F block. That made the most sense to Guy, at least.

[notahangedman.livejournal.com]

Haunt the dark hallways together? Maybe it was his imagination, or maybe not, but Seishirou considered it an appointment. He was in fairly good mood, which was a bit of a surprise, perhaps a bit untrue as the mood was, at least it kept him going for now.

Once the lights were turned off, the doors unlocked and the hell let loose, he felt like it was easier to breathe. He'd take Kikyo's offer for company. If for no other reason, then for distracting himself, which seemed to have become rather important point about his schedule.

Not to mention, the brief moment he had spent with the man had been entertaining to say the least.

He picked up his flashlight, and was out on the hallway before his roommate. He walked to the end of the hall and propped the door open with his elbow, then stayed there observing the darkness in case a familiar face would pass him.

[black-ageha.livejournal.com]

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Dark halls, there were many. Which of these belonged to Seishirou, Kikyo knew not. And so it was that he passed through his own hall, and seeing no one there, took the very first turn toward the next. As he walked, his thoughts wandered to the moments just a few hours prior...the library, and Ran.

"You don't know me. You just wish you did."

His cold voice echoed through his mind. 'Aya.' A new name to go with his new face. Icy, jaded. Maybe Kikyo had done to his sacred thing, what Seishirou claimed he would do to his own. Ruined. But like Seishirou, Kikyo wanted even the ruined thing to still be his.

If he didn't 'know' him anymore, then he would reacquaint himself. Ran was bound to him...he should have known this would be so when he pushed his sword into his flesh.

Kikyo's footsteps slowed as he sensed a figure standing in a doorway. He didn't need to shine the flashlight in his direction to know he had come to the right place.

"Seishirou-san.." he said with a smile.

[notahangedman.livejournal.com]

The light glowing up from the floor where both of their flashlights were directed at gave Kikyo an eerie aura, his pale skin almost glowing in the darkness. Seishirou smiled in respond, his mismatched eyes curving in pleasant amusement, lashes shadowing his dark gaze.

"Kikyo-san, fancy meeting you here," he murmured softly as if it had been a pure coincident for them to cross paths. "You've been well?" he asked politely as he stepped back to give Kikyo more space for entering his hallway.

[crimson-handed.livejournal.com]

Ignoring his roommate (and, for the most part, his dinner), Kimbley picked up his flashlight and headed out of the room shortly after the announcements for the night finished and the doors unlocked. No, he had no real idea where the hell he was going ... although if that woman, Lyta, had kept her interest, he had no doubt she'd find him sooner or later. She was a fucking psychic. She could pull his room number from his head easily.

He was barely out the door when a familiar silhouette appeared not far away. The guy from last night - one of them, the one he'd blown off and blinded. Kimbley frowned faintly and pointed his flashlight directly at the man, ready to blind him again - except this time, there were sunglasses in the way, or so it appeared.

And there was the faint stench of homicidal intent in the air ...

[teacupdeath.livejournal.com]

Riddick was ready for that shit this time. The light was bright, but his goggles took the brunt of the glare and he wasn't stopping for anything. The Furyan grabbed the flashlight out of the other man's hand and hurled it away, then slammed the ponytailed freak up against the wall. He held him there with his right hand while the left held the shiv and defended his half-healed ribs from whatever brilliant idea his quarry might have next.

"Miss me?" the killer growled. If anyone else coming down this hall was smart, they'd keep out of Riddick's way. It was time for a little pleasure before business.

[crimson-handed.livejournal.com]

Well, fuck. He hadn't been expecting that right off the bat. Sure, he'd expected an attack, but this guy apparently had different priorities. Flashlight first ...

Still, there wasn't much room for him to get away in, and so in a split second Kimbley's head was ringing from the crack against the wall and there was a knife just about a foot from his torso. He scowled but kept as calm as possible (under these fucking conditions).

"No," he said idly, hands itching to clap together and blow this fucker's arm off. "Why, did you get lonely during the day?"

M63

[notachick.livejournal.com]

It didn't take long for Okita to get ready. His usual routine of gathering supplies was finished quickly and, once Guy had left, Okita moved into the hall as well. He needed to get to M77 and soon. Hijikata was either waiting for him or missing, and whichever it was, he wasn't going to be happy.

Avoiding the crowds and the fights, Okita slipped through the hallway and on to the next.

[requiemforasoul.livejournal.com]

Siegfried stepped out of his room into the hallway, but not before taking the torch and the pipe. He might have been lucky last night and had avoided any attack, but this wouldn’t always be the case. Eventually something would catch him.

The man on the intercom had mentioned a door in the kitchen, presumably leading to the basement from the way he spoke of it. It would be stupid of Siegfried to actually listen to the man – the basement was most likely a trap. There was no need to venture there yet, there were still plenty of other places yet to explore.

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M65

[godhood.livejournal.com]

[Continued from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/213376.html?thread=15646336#t15646336).]

Light paused. He hadn't meant to lead Sanji to that conclusion per se, but since he had reached it, this could go one of two ways. The only thing he needed to figure out was which one would benefit him more. On one hand, having more potential allies was always a good thing, especially with his most recent revelation about L, but on the other hand, he still didn't know much about Sanji or his crew other than that they had a navigator. This wasn't very helpful at all in and of itself, and so spending his time cultivating any form of relationship with these people could ultimately be a waste of time, but...

It was worth a shot. "Not in so many words," he said eventually. "I mean, I suppose it's true in the literal sense, but I still have my friend Ryuga and a few others that I've met around the institute. It isn't a crew per se, but it's better than nothing." It was also something he was genuinely frustrated about being unable to complete to his satisfaction, but with all the obstacles that had been appearing lately-- no, even those were no excuse. No matter, he'd be rid of them soon.

The last intercom announcement of the day put an end to those thoughts, though, and although Light's expression faded into one of disinterest as the Head Doctor spoke meaningless words about his patients having a "peaceful slumber," it sharpened once more as the intercom clicked off then on again and the real announcement began.

Light was silent throughout the message, and for quite awhile after it had finished, he did nothing more than stare down at his desk, eyes narrowed. Even more things to think over. It was going to be a long night, too, he could tell.

To Sanji, he said jokingly, "You had better get going. You don't want to keep your navigator waiting, do you?" Hopefully the reminder of his dream girl would distract Sanji from the fact that yes, that had been a dismissal.

Re: M65

[misterprince.livejournal.com]

Sanji might have invited Light to join him at that point, or to contact some of his crew if he needed help, but the comment about Nami nearly drove all those thoughts from his mind in an instant. He stood, giving his roommate a serious look.

"You're right. I have things to do. People to find." He wondered if Nami had managed to find any more of the crew. Hopefully getting back together wouldn't be too difficult. It wouldn't be the first time the group had been separated. "I'll see you again," he added with a brief nod before making his way to the door and striding out into the hall.

Or hopefully not. Seeing Light again would mean a failed attempt at escape that night. Though he wished him the best, he'd rather his crew get out as soon as possible.

Re: M65

[godhood.livejournal.com]

[Down here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/221676.html?thread=16489196#t16489196).]

[thecoming-storm.livejournal.com]

The encounter at the end of the hallway made Naoto pause for just a second--debating between jumping in and just minding his own business.

In the end, 'minding his own business' won. If he couldn't use telepathy here, would his telekinesis even work either? That was the only way he could have intervened.

He hurried to Naoya's room and knocked on the door before swinging it open.

[deathneverlies.livejournal.com]

When the intercom rang out the switch between day and night, Duo was lazily reclined on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. There wasn't much else to do in the process of waiting for the doors to open again. Luckily, he didn't have to wait much longer after that...

When the doors opened, Duo quickly gathered up his flashlight, his radio, and a few pens, calling out a quiet "Good luck" as he exited the room. The halls proved to be a little more crowded tonight as Duo moved along the entire length of the passageway, slipping past a rather odd group clustered around his neighbor's doorway. He caught a glance of some weird outfit through the door and decided not to stop and stare.

The next couple he passed nearly made Duo stop and stare. Just what kind of building was this?! Granted, it was dark so he couldn't see the faces of the two men, but he could hear their voices and catch faint caresses of silhouettes from the scattered flashlight beams. Whatever was going down between these two, the gundam pilot so didn't want to know...

He was almost to the end, and then he could get out of this weird hallway. At least, that was what he was thinking when stumbling across one man holding another up against the wall with a knife. Well, Duo knew better than to get involved in something like this. In prison, you didn't pick fights with guys bigger than you. That was just stupid. And if you did stupid things, well, that was your fault. This gundam pilot had plans and they didn't include saving some stranger's ass. Touch luck for him...

Making a point not to bother the two, Duo slipped past into the far hallway...

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[misterprince.livejournal.com]

The chef glanced around the hall and saw no one he recognized. He shouted out the names of his crew members just a couple times before deciding they weren't there and moving on.

[face-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

[Coming from here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/219535.html?page=2)]

The hallway seemed relatively quiet as he entered into the patient block, but despite the stillness surrounding him, Yuber made no sound as he sauntered through the area. Every so often his gaze would flicker up to regard the number on the door, and as they continued to descend in value.

68, 67, 66… 65

His lips curved up into a pleased smile as he caught sight of the room he needed. Walking up to the door, he paused a moment, and then held himself back from simply barging into the room. For once he’d have to take the more polite route if he wanted any sort of discussion from Light. Instead, he raised his arm up, and knocked on the door with his knuckles.

[godhood.livejournal.com]

[From up here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/221676.html?thread=16134892#t16134892).]

After Sanji had gone, Light had slumped over his desk with his head in his hands, cursing as loudly as he could without being overheard by anyone outside. L knew. Misora was here. He had no way of finding out what L's real name was-- would that even have mattered? If he'd had the Death Note with him, would it have worked on someone who was already dead? And since he had written Misora's name down on one of its pages already, would it have worked on her again?

He shook his head faintly. Thinking about that now wasn't helping him. The main issue was that he had no way to kill either of them on his own-- not without serious repercussions at least. He'd never killed anyone by any means other than his Note, but if it was L, well, he was sure he'd be able to do it unflinchingly. With the detective's ability to defend himself significantly hindered by the wound on his leg, Light could conceivably find a way to do it, but then there was also his injured wrist to think about, not to mention Misora. As a former FBI agent, she had to be able to take care of herself, and with the amount of respect she had for L and how suspicious and intelligent she was... no, he couldn't kill L and leave her untouched.

So how could he get rid of both at once? That seemed to be by far the best solution, but he had very limited ways of carrying it out. If he could enlist the aid of one of the more unscrupulous patients, he could be rid of them, but how to in turn ensure that patient's silence? And how to keep the patient him or herself from then deciding to turn against him? And what of everyone else at the institute? Light still didn't know what abilities the rest of them had, but if some of the things he'd read on the bulletin were any indication, it wouldn't be long at all before someone started asking uncomfortable questions.

There was something else, though. With the discussion of patients coming back to life or otherwise reappearing that Light had had with Yuber and Mark, the possibility that either Misora or L returning after he'd had them killed was worth enough consideration that he began to feel distinctly uncomfortable about the prospect. Was that how the institute worked? He could try asking about it on the bulletin tomorrow, just in case, but if that truly was the case, he would be better off leaving the pair of them alone. Until he had more information about the other patients, then, and of how the institute had brought them back to life, he would need to fine tune the rest of his plan and maybe, just maybe, start looking for someone trustworthy enough, gullible enough, and powerful enough to serve as another one of his pawns.

It would be in his best interests to maintain the illusion of friendship with both of them until then too, he decided. It was actually something of a shame, really, with how useful L might have been in his investigation of the institute if he hadn't known the truth, but with the way things were, it simply wouldn't work. While the detective was still around, it would be best if he took advantage of whatever information he and Misora could uncover-- assuming they shared it with him, that is, and if the information itself was reliable at all. There were many more things to be uncertain of now, but hopefully that would change soon.

Light's musings were interrupted at one point by the radio's announcement, which he listened to intently as usual, but when the knock at his door came later, they stopped entirely. Staring in the direction the sound had come from, he cautiously rose to his feet, fetched his flashlight, and crept to the door. He doubted anyone (or anything) would have resorted to knocking if they'd intended him harm, but it didn't hurt to be cautious. After a short pause, he opened the door just wide enough that he could peer outside and flicked on his flashlight, illuminating the otherwise dark room and hopefully ruining whoever-it-was's night vision long enough that Light could make a break for it if they weren't someone friendly.

Once he saw who it was, though, the flashlight lowered and the door opened a crack further. "Yuber-san?"

[face-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

[ Out from here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/221676.html?thread=16919276#t16952556)]

After slipping out of Light’s room, Yuber wasted no time in sauntering his way back down the hallway. He needed to return back to Usopp’s room to see if his ally had finished with the weapon yet.

[ Moving back here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/219535.html?page=2)]