Nightshift 29: M31-M40 Hallway

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Another unexciting dinner led into to another shot at busting out of the institution as Nightshift rolled around. Of course, Jack had other plans to attend to first. He had been rather interested in crashing paying a visit to M98 after the bulletin promised "cigarettes, booze, and sandwiches". The "manflesh" he could do without, but even if he wasn't welcome (last time he checked, he wasn't a hot lady, though the way things were going, who knew what tomorrow held?), he'd strong arm his way in and take what he wanted!

Sliding from his room into the hall with his maps and flashlight, the Fable set out to find his way to the party and may score some liquor and smokes.

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[M36]

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Even after a "sleep" of apparently more than a few days, the vampire still felt slightly lethargic. He'd stayed in his bed, frozen beneath the paltry sheets provided to him, back facing the rest of his room. He hadn't touched the dinner given to him, nor felt inclined to pretend to digest some of it. Truth be told, he was worried what this flaming bus incident would be about.

Well, that and the hundred other little worries constantly on his mind.

The only thing to ease some discourse in his mind was the fact that the items he had found during his last waking night had found themselves in his room, snugly shoved into a corner of the closet, still in a garbage bag. The supplies were paltry, but still more than a flashlight he didn't require and a pipe that was probably about as brittle as a twig.

Yet Edward hated to procrastinate. The blood issue was still up in the air, ready to be solved. The problem was... well, there were too many to count. But it could wait, at least. For the moment.

So, armed with a lightbulb, duct tape, and a flashlight (who knows when such basic tools could be handy?) and a crack of both knuckles, he was off to the room who's path he had already memorized.

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Harry sat on his bed, staring at nothing. He didn't move as his roommate left his room.

His parents. He had seen his parents. It was too much. He let the darkness of the room surround him. He would get over it soon, snap back and do what needed to be done to survive, but for now he just wanted to feel. This was worse than being at their graves. He fell to his side and lay on his bed, closing his eyes and not caring that his glasses were still on his face.