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damned_institute2007-10-11 03:27 pm
idolism) wrote in damned_institute2007-10-11 03:27 pm
Nightshift 27: Second Floor Hallway, Between Railing and SC Final Prep Area
[from over here]
The area he had traversed only yesterday was empty, devoid of the wicked phantom and her godawful touch. Still, Aidou couldn't help but to be tense when passing through - he kept watching the stairs and the people behind him more than anything else. Better sense told him she was no longer there, but the part of him that was just about to snap from the violation couldn't calm itself.
Hesitation had never suited him, and it only made him angry. Cold, tired, and angry.
At the faint red glow that illuminated the open square over top of the Sun Room, the vampire looked up through one of the windows. And right into the eye of the moon, which was red and bloody.
"A sanguine moon that holds no delight for creatures of the light."
His mouth curved into a dark sneer. It didn't portend good fortune for denizens of the night, either.
The area he had traversed only yesterday was empty, devoid of the wicked phantom and her godawful touch. Still, Aidou couldn't help but to be tense when passing through - he kept watching the stairs and the people behind him more than anything else. Better sense told him she was no longer there, but the part of him that was just about to snap from the violation couldn't calm itself.
Hesitation had never suited him, and it only made him angry. Cold, tired, and angry.
At the faint red glow that illuminated the open square over top of the Sun Room, the vampire looked up through one of the windows. And right into the eye of the moon, which was red and bloody.
"A sanguine moon that holds no delight for creatures of the light."
His mouth curved into a dark sneer. It didn't portend good fortune for denizens of the night, either.
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L.A. limped along slowly, one hand firmly around his injured arm, the other holding the flashlight so he could see in front of him. He still had the vague desire to find some answers, as well as Ellis, so he stayed upstairs. However, he didn't know where upstairs the answers could be found. His slow movement through the hallways took on a random, aimlessly wandering nature.
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