NIGHTSHIFT 28: M31-M40 HALLWAY

[byname-bynature.livejournal.com]

(From here.)

Artemis poked his head into Farfarello's room, and seeing that there wasn't anything waiting for him, entered. "Right," He stopped in the middle of the room and turned, "Where do we start?"

Why did the room suddenly feel like it was the size of a matchbox?

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M40

[jei.livejournal.com]

Farfarello gestured to Roland's bed. "Sit. I have to take care of something." He started to undo the fly of his jeans, then belatedly remembered that some people were shy about nudity. "Uh. This has nothing to do with you, turn around or something if you're shy. I just smuggled something back from town."

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[byname-bynature.livejournal.com]

Artemis obeyed and sat down on the bed, averting his gaze. "I understand. I was patted down as well, even if the nurses were fussing over my face. Does it look that bad?"

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[jei.livejournal.com]

"It's not that bad. Nurses will fuss over pretty much anything, especially on kids." Of course, Farfarello's opinion on injuries was not necessarily the most reliable in the world.

Once the bottle of nailpolish was transferred from its current hiding place to a new one in the closet, Farfarello sighed softly in relief and zipped back up. "Finally."

That taken care of, Farfarello sprawled on his own bed comfortably. Hopefully having most of the room between them and Farfarello in an obviously casual and non-threatening (for him, anyway) pose would make things a little easier on Artemis. "Theory first. First thing I've gotta say is, one of your biggest problems is this idea you seem to have that book knowledge and fighting are mutually exclusive things. You're not thinking about how to apply stuff like biology and physics, because you're assuming you don't know anything about how to fight."

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[byname-bynature.livejournal.com]

"But... I do know something about fighting...?" Artemis said carefully. He wasn't exactly sure where this was going. He thought for sure that he was getting a lesson about fighting and therefore, didn't know the first thing about it. "How would I apply biology and physics to fighting?"

M36

[valyns-shadow.livejournal.com]

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Shadow lead Valyn and Shana into the next room. He opened the door so that Valyn could help Shana in and not hurt his shoulder any more. "Here we are," he said brightly. "Our very own private room. You know, this place isn't so bad."

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[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

"That's only because you've yet to be eaten by a creature," Valyn muttered, sweeping Shana up into his arms despite his injured shoulder. Even this was hurting her, he could tell.

"Shana, how are you feeling?" he asked the question as he moved to set her on one of the beds, hoping she really was alright. And just... a bit off from the drug.

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[hamenleai.livejournal.com]

Shana was entirely too distracted by the fact that Valyn was holding her against his very naked chest, now that the chaos of the clinic was behind them.

"Very overdressed," she mumbled, twining her arms about his neck, unable to resist the urge to run fingers along his bared shoulder blade.

Re: M36

[valyns-shadow.livejournal.com]

Shadow bit back a laugh as he watched them. Things were going to get very interesting indeed. Perhaps he needed to make himself scarce. He had wanted to take a look around and this was the best opportunity. Besides, Shana was in no mood to take anything too seriously. Maybe it would be best to let them talk under these circumstances. See what happened.

"You know what?" he said, snapping his fingers together. "I should probably ask the Lord for some medicine, just in case either of your wounds begin to hurt once more. It should only take a moment. You'll be alright if I leave you alone?"

He was really talking to Valyn but he winked at Shana, wondering if she'd recognize the opportunity that he was giving her.

[navigating.livejournal.com]

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Nami urged her nakama into the hallway.

"Mm, I hope you don't mind if I use the wooden rod in your closet, Usopp?" Nami smiled sweetly at the longnose. "Since you've probably no way to make me another Clima Tact.." Usopp's weapons were the absolute best, and perfectly personalized at that. Unfortunately, materials were rather limited in Landel's - he'd just have to see what he had for her. A pole didn't seem like it would be enough for the monsters - monsters! She still couldn't get over that - but it would have to do.

She'd wait a little while to call out for Sanji. The chances were rather high that he'd come running the moment he heard her voice, anyway.

[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

"The rod from my room?" Usopp protested, even though he'd suggested it to Nami in the first place. "But what'll I hang my clothes on?" He already knew he'd wind up agreeing; nonetheless, he felt the urge to protest on general principle.

To Zoro, he said, "You mean you want metal for alchemy? Sorry, I'm kind of low at the moment. I just helped make some stuff I owed an ally, but it used up a lot of my resources. Maybe we can gather some more tonight." He kept his personal distaste for the small army of people here who weren't willing to improvise even a little and who relied on Roy's alchemy to himself, since Zoro was his crewmate and after all he knew for a fact Zoro really needed swords... not the sword-like objects he'd given Yuber.

"Right now most of my supplies are smoke bombs, broken glass, some really small pipes I need for something else and some fruit we should probably eat before it goes bad..." He paused, glancing up and down the hallway forlornly. "I don't see Sai or Sanji here yet."

[rubbermancan.livejournal.com]

As Luffy followed his group of trusty nakama, he idly wished that guy had given Zoro more peanuts. The dinner earlier was pretty pathetic compared to what he could have had at that restaurant. The only thing keeping him from plopping down and refusing to move another inch until he got food was the promise of going to the kitchen tonight. Granted, they were going there for answers, as Nami had said, but there wasn't anything wrong with grabbing a bit of a snack on the way! After all, it was tough looking for answers on an empty stomach!

"You can have my rod if Usopp won't give you yours," he piped up suddenly. "It's not like I need anything to hang my clothes on. That's what my chair or the floor's for, right?" He would have laughed, except he was being dead serious.

The dark-haired captain was more than a little stunned to hear they were running low on metal. "What?!" he said. "But didn't we take a bunch of stuff? Besiiiides, I promised Zoro stuff for a sword ages ago, even if he doesn't remember it." He folded his arms, looking a bit put-out. "Metal-hogger."

Luffy paused, trying to keep up the act before he glanced towards the sharpshooter. "I can have some of that fruit, though, right?" Unless Usopp was a fruit-hogger, too, but he was pretty sure he wasn't, so that was good at least.

[voiceless-rage.livejournal.com]

Very well.

If he wasn't going to get anything done during the day, then he should at least work to find a way out at night. First, he would need to find a weapon. He'd gotten lucky with the shovel before; now, he was less fortunate. And he didn't really want to go out to the courtyard again and risk his life on another traitorous patient. Instead, he decided to stick around the cell blocks. Everyone had vanished for the day, and none had returned; it was likely that they were tied up somewhere else, and their rooms - and spoils - were ripe for the picking.

Caim wasn't opposed to this now. He was desperate for a weapon and a way out. He would find both tonight.

Carefully, he climbed out of the bed where he had been laying for some time and opened the door to his room. Had he delayed that long? There were already people coming back. He glanced over and saw a young man departing from the room next door, disappearing down the hallway with the door closed behind him.

There. That was his first target. A freshly-empty room, probably with something inside to take.

M40 v2.0

[jei.livejournal.com]

As soon as he was sure Artemis was really going to leave, and not stick around to yak some more, Farfarello set to preparing himself for the rest of the night. Damn that kid talked a lot, though. Almost as bad as Schuldig and ShinRa when they both got going. Hope you're having more fun than I am, partner.

Since he actually had a decent pair of boots tonight instead of useless slippers, Farfarello left those on rather than going barefoot and wrapping his ankles. The little monster claws went on his left hand again, held on firmly by torn strips of bedsheet, which he then continued to wrap until his wrist was properly supported. The filleting knife and box cutter he bound to the outside of his right thigh with more strips from the sheets, and with that he was ready to go and have some fun, finally.

But first, a quick swig of that lovely Irish whiskey he'd stolen from Lecter. He needed it, after the frustrating night he'd had thus far. He figured he might as well take the opportunity to properly hide the bottle of nailpolish, too. He'd hidden the whiskey fairly deep in the closet, so he was halfway concealed by the hanging clothes when the door to his room opened. What the fuck...?

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[voiceless-rage.livejournal.com]

As Caim stepped into the room, he cast a quick glance around. No-one on the left, no-one on the right ... although on the right the closet door was open. The boy must have left it open before he left the room, which meant it was most likely empty. There was another, undisturbed closet, though, the likely recipient of any hidden tools or weapons.

He didn't see Farfarello, given that the man was mostly hidden by the clothes and opened doors of the closet. Caim shut the door behind him quietly and made his way over to the other closet, one hand moving out to pull at the handles so he could investigate further.

[never-learns.livejournal.com]

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Yohji pushed open the door to Omi's room, wishing that the flashlights worked at night. It would be nice to have something more than a flashlight to see by when he was bandaging them both. He could hear noise from the room next door. Not surprising if it was a clinic. Too many people must have been hurt tonight by those creatures.

He held the door open and let the two boys inside.

[deathneverlies.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, pal, but I'd rather not see you in one of those hospital miniskirts if it's all the same to you," Duo muttered back to Yohji. "Cross-dressers just don't do it for me, you know?"

Duo wasn't quite sure he'd ever been happier to see one of these impersonal prison 'hospital' rooms before. He was about ready to collapse and just not move for a little while, but he hovered near the door, waiting to see which bed Omi would take. It didn't really matter to him, but it was Omi's room, and Duo figured the other boy looked a little worse off right now than he did.

As soon as he picked, though, Duo was dropping into the other like a sack of bricks. He could apologize in the morning for bloodying up his roommate's sheets.

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

Omi would take his bed, then, thanks. He didn't quite seem to notice Duo not following into the room, since he made a beeline for his bed, slowing just enough that the flop onto his stomach was less a flop than a careful positioning of a body that hurt far more than he'd like. He slipped a hand under his pillow, only really relaxing once he had a grip on the knife Aya'd given him.

Laying down made being dizzy much more tolerable. Maybe he'd just stay like this for a while. Like the next week or so.

[black-ageha.livejournal.com]

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As Kikyo held the door open with his free hand for the others to pass, he took a glance down the hallway. It was not as though he could see much at all in the dark, but it seemed that this corridor was occupied already. His fingers curled a little tighter around the metals rods.

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

Ken swayed on his feet and glanced around, movements sluggish. He'd been mostly concentrating on not stumbling and falling, forgoing speech in the doing, but that didn't mean he hadn't been listening. He knew where Aya intended to take him.

"Don't need t'go to the damn clinic. I trust you t'take care of me more than some stranger."

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

As Ken spoke, Aya felt a wave of relief wash over him. Long silence wasn't that good a sign with Ken's previous head injury considered. Aya loosened his tight hold around Ken but continued to support him as they walked slowly along the hallway.

"My room's at the end of the hall. I'll patch you up properly there." He finally decided as they passed the clinic. At least there would be light and sheets to rip for bandages.

[ham_fisted]

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He turned into the first corridor, daring to walk a few steps and blinking before coming to a halt.

"Ah, Miss? I- I've lost you! Where'd you go?" Was she behind him? He didn't bother to shift around, aware any unnecessary stress or jolt could cause Leon to collapse. He squinted into blackness, searching for the smaller silhouette.

[gald_digger]

Anise only barely managed to stop herself before bumping into the larger man from behind. She gave a small yelp and nearly stumbled, but quickly regained her balance. "Don't stop so suddenly!" she snapped, though the outburst was more of a reflex than anything else. The pint-sized guardian made her way around and in front of him to get back in sight. Not that any of them could see much farther than their own arms' lengths.

"Boooo. It's too dark in here!" she complained. "I can't even read the room numbers." Heck, she could barely see the doors. It was annoying!

Hands on her hips, she stared down the hallway, pouting. Annoying as it was, Leon was depending on them (whether he liked it or not) and they were just going to have to deal with it. Besides that, they had to be close! In fact... once she had stopped talking for a moment, she could hear voices and movement from farther down the hall. Was that from the clinic? At the very least, she hoped they were the sounds of other people, because the three of them were sitting ducks if it turned out to be anything dangerous.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

"M35. Should be... halfway or so." As far as Leon could figure, anyway. But he wasn't about to admit that his mental faculties were starting to go, now, with the blood loss wearing on him. He would not faint. He would not prove these annoying bastards right. He was stronger than this.

Not that he was at all sure why he cared, anymore. After this, he never had to speak to these two again, if he didn't want to. What they thought of him was immaterial.

... But what he thought of himself was vital. And he couldn't bear the thought of failing at something as simple as making it to the clinic.

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

Either his eyes were adjusting, or there was a faint light somewhere near here. He spotted something up the hallway, and pointed. "Perhaps there. Is that a light?"

[iamyourflower.livejournal.com]

"It seems to be," She said, heading for it. She felt a bit of selfish relief, having been left by the child. Someone else would probably be hurt by him. Pain pushed these thoughts away from her, and she continued on to the room where the light came from.

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