ext_201940 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
rope-victim.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
damned_institute2008-01-20 07:14 pm
rope-victim.livejournal.com) wrote in damned_institute2008-01-20 07:14 pm
Nightshift 29: East Wing, South Hall 2-B
[[From here]]
Miku kept her footsteps hushed as she followed the growing buzz in the back of her head. Here it was, just behind this door with it's rusted lock. Miku tried it, hoping that maybe her meager strength would help her, but to no avail. She kept one eye over her shoulder, her ears opened for the click of claws or worse.
Nothing, just the stupid sound of the lock not moving.
"Come on, come on, please...!" she whispered fiercely at it. "Please let me in..!"
Miku kept her footsteps hushed as she followed the growing buzz in the back of her head. Here it was, just behind this door with it's rusted lock. Miku tried it, hoping that maybe her meager strength would help her, but to no avail. She kept one eye over her shoulder, her ears opened for the click of claws or worse.
Nothing, just the stupid sound of the lock not moving.
"Come on, come on, please...!" she whispered fiercely at it. "Please let me in..!"
no subject
Sousuke approached the unknown girl cautiously, not wanting to startle her. "Are you trying to open that?"
Miku nodded
with big moe eyes. Sousuke set his flashlight and wooden pole down and motioned for her to move. She complied quickly. The sergeant drew a breath and on the exhale, kicked the door close to the lock. The door swung open with a satisfying groan. Sousuke smiled to himself as he picked up his flashlight and pole again."You shouldn't be wandering around by yourself," The sergeant stated, "Even if you happen to be skilled in combat, it is dangerous to walk the halls alone." He looked at the door. "What business do you have in there?"
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
Ururu could hear sounds coming from up ahead, the kind of sounds that weren't good. Voices that were too soft to be heard, except for the fear in them, and that was very scary.
"Are we almost there?" Ururu didn't like being almost there. It was better to be there, where she could see the enemy, and punch its lights out.
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
So far, so good. He could hear people talking, some screaming, shouting, but all of it was further away. Somewhere just out of sight. He swallowed his fear and kept moving, glancing down at his map every so often.
"We're just making a map," he explained, keeping his voice low. "So then... when everyone needs supplies or... or to make plans... then, they'll have it." To be completely honest, he wasn't sure on the specifics, but he knew the others had thought it important enough to assign it to him, so he hadn't asked a lot of questions.
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
Turning the corner, Logan almost immediately spotted a door. May as well try it, he thought. Nothing. It was locked tight. It looked fairly sturdy, as if even adamantium-laced limbs would struggle to force it open. He could try, but he got the instinctive feeling that he'd lose more skin than it was worth, and with his healing factor not being what it should be, it seemed folly to even try.
There was another door beside it; this one showed signs of forced entry, leading him to suspect others had come through here already, and may even still be in there. He motioned Parker over. "take a look at this, bub. Whatcha make o' it?"
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
Okita paused as they passed the doors leading to the "sleep study" rooms. It was strange to think that he'd been there just a few days before, looking for the man that was now just a meter or two behind him. Also following after was quite the group of assembled strangers - a detective, an acrobat and a demi-god.
He would have laughed at his situation if he had the time.
Instead, he pushed forward, keeping an even pace until he reached the door leading to the next hall. According to his map, this door should have been closed and yet...here it was - broken wide open. Either someone was still inside or someone had come and gone already. Either way, it warranted caution, so Okita slowed and kept a wary eye and a keen ear out for anything that might appear from the gloom.
[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/282752.html?thread=21860480#t21860480)]
no subject
"Yuber," Zelnick echoed. Not a name he'd heard before-- but then, he hadn't exactly grown up in a varied and multicultural environment. For all he knew, it was absolutely ordinary in... wherever Yuber was from. Remembering his manners (if only momentairly), Zelnick continued, "It's nice to meet you, and thank you for answering my questions."
As they headed down a hallway, Zelnick glanced at the doors ahead and to their left. "Where are we headed?"
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
Sousuke stumbled out of the room, carrying Miku in his arms. The screaming was still there, and it was hard to see straight. He had to get to safety though, he had to get to a room he could barricade the group in before that ghost-woman followed and finished what she started.
(no subject)
no subject
"Just try not to do anything that will draw too much attention to us, and as long as no one realizes what you're doing, I'll be fine with it," Wesker said calmly, he wasn't particularly interested in Birkin's mind games so long as they didn't interfere with his own plans.
"But I do not want you to create any problems for me."
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
no subject
Logan held the door open for the kid, giving him a quick glance to make sure he wasn't on the verge of collapse, then turned his attention to the hallway, alert for any possible dangers.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
The vampire had no interest from attempting to interfere with whatever “experimentation” was taking place in the M-U hallway, not this night. It had nothing to do with his missing cousin, who had disappeared before the night--Akatsuki wasn’t part of that perverse game, and so Aidou kept moving.
It seemed the Arts and Crafts gang’s map was still remarkably incomplete, as there was nothing but a large blank for most of the upper hallway. Considering what took place only a corridor down, the noble was dead set on mapping the unknown areas for hope of a clue. Making their way up, the final room would be the morgue.
Aidou hated that his initial suspicions had to fall on the worst possible scenario, but he could do no less than assume the worst.
[to here]
no subject
Rena once again took charge, leading the group of four away from the halls and the mess within. Although now, their haste was for slightly different reasons.
Without missing a step, she brought them to the other hall and toward the nearest stairs.
no subject
Claude shined his flashlight onto the door as they approached it. "The experimentation hallway is just through there." Eyebrows raising, he tried the handle. "Looks like our lucky day -- someone's already broken inside." It'd save them time, and they'd avoid repeating that nasty mess with him, Luke and Asch a couple of nights ago.
He opened it and peeked inside. "Looks like there's something going down in there. Let's be on our guard, and focus on making sure Luke is okay." He was mostly saying that for his own benefit, though, given his talent for throwing himself into a fight.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
Her neck hurt, but she knew Allen would be in worse condition if she didn't hurry. Who knew what that thing that was once her brother might do?
(no subject)
(no subject)