M-A Block Hallway

[thesadist]

[Coming from here.]

Daemon paid little attention to any of the doors he passed, taking no time to watch where he was going or check if there was anyone or anything in his way. His attention was completely focused on that one distant pulse, which was growing ever closer. He could feel her, she wasn't far away. After all this time.

It was all he could do not to just spend his magic and take down the walls that separated him from her in order to be there more quickly.

[Racing here.]

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[right-handed.livejournal.com]

[ From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/271913.html?thread=21841193#t21841193). ]

One patient in particular walked past the groups that were hanging around, seeming as lacking in immediate plans and nearby allies as Brock was. Scar didn't really have any idea of what he'd be trying to accomplish this Nightshift, having avoided the bastard colonel and his arrogant orders for some time, but something did catch his eye as he made his way to the door to the outer hallway.

He stopped and turned, narrowing his eyes at the man who could blacken his hands. This was the second time he'd run into him in one day, and though Scar no longer believed in divine intervention, he was suspicious of coincidences.

"You," he said, voice level.

[blacksustenance.livejournal.com]

Brock turned only to come practically face to face with another patient who had one hell of a scar slashed across his forehead.

Which, now that he thought about it, looked damn familiar.

And then it clicked. Him. The joker who'd tried to start shit with him back when he was new in this dump just because they'd bumped into each other. Brock didn't quite back up, although his first instinct was too, and he made sure to keep a wary eye on old Scarface to make sure he didn't try to pick a fight here and now. The problem with grudges - at least for him - was there was only so many he could maintain at once, and between Kasady and Mute Guy, he was running up dry on space. Where there was anger, right now there was only a kind of cautious irritation.

"You," he echoed, staring at Bullseye Bill. "What do you want?"

[right-handed.livejournal.com]

"Nothing," Scar growled in response to the man's tone. He didn't feel the same kind of rage he remembered from their first encounter, but then again, that had been a long time ago and time was something that allowed for cooling off and reassessing priorities.

He hesitated, wondering if he should just end the exchange and press onwards, but the events from that morning were stuck in his mind.

"I saw you in the Chapel today," he said. He narrowed his eyes. "Do you believe in God?"