Nightshift 30: M11-M20 Hallway

[bond-off-lame.livejournal.com]

[Specifically M12]

"… Wait, really?" Axel asked, mainly to himself, as he listened to the intercom and the head doctor’s sudden confession. It hadn’t been long since he was escorted back to his room after his dinner, feeling rather content after spending a shift to himself. It was fun and all to chill with a couple of people beforehand, but a guy needed a break every once in a while.

His plans were relatively simple at the time. He was going to run off to Kairi’s room, swing her body over his shoulders and haul her back over to his own. He’d forgotten to write a note down for Roy in the bulletin saying he couldn’t make it, but he was sure the colonel could make the right assumptions.

He had been in the middle of rummaging under his mattress for his chakram when the intercom came to life again, and with that he couldn’t help but stop and look up at the ceiling with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. At this point it almost felt like a tradition for the man behind the radio to pop up every evening, so a change this big earned a bit of attention. Axel’s gaze remained on the ceiling for at least half a minute before he glanced over at his roommate on the other side.

"You know, I almost don’t believe it." But this was technically a battlefield, and one side had to give in one way or another. He had to remind himself that tradition didn’t exactly last forever.

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M13

[screwthegods]

So the man on the radio was dead. Homura had thought about tracking down a clue or two, but now it seemed it was too late for it. In the end, it made little difference to the demi-god. Help or no, his determination remained unchanged.

Quick movements were not in Homura's best interest in the moment, but the demi-god didn't have much choice. Speed was essential, especially when there was too little time to accomplish everything he needed. So he forced himself to move through the pain, to keep moving even when it was enough to make his stomach turn.

It almost felt like he was dying again.

Regardless, he changed into his night outfit, pleased to see his cloak returned undamaged to him. He left a copy of the first floor map on his desk, having circled the areas Hitsugaya mentioned. The battle would be extremely difficult, particularly with no healer present, but worth it if it accomplished what Homura hoped. Next to the map was a note, the instructions he'd promised:

Go to one of the stations circled, and try to break down the doors. A group of nurses will appear. Kill them all and take whatever you can from them.

Do not mention this task publicly, nor to Himura or his friend.

I will join you as soon as I am able.

Which meant, of course, continued haste. The copy of the second story map went with Homura, who walked out the door with flashlight and sword in hand.

[To here]

Re: M13

[udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com]

It took him a few minutes, but Junior finally reached M13. When he got there, though, Homura was already gone. From what he'd glimpsed on the board earlier, it also looked like most of the Club had been given their instructions already. He spotted a piece of paper on the desk, and went to go take a look.

"Try to break down the...group of nurses...what the?" Junior muttered to himself. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but was hoping that Okita would have an explanation when he got here. It sure would be a good way to find out what powers worked and what didn't, but he'd rather have a better weapon if he was supposed to be killing nurses in groups. And what was up with that? There were supposed to be monsters, not nurses, running around.

After hesitating for a moment, the redhead set the map back down and went to stand near the entrance of the room, waiting for Okita or anyone else who may show up.

Re: M13

[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/301449.html?view=24624009#t24624009)]


The trip to Homura's room was thankfully short. He didn't want to waste any more time if he could avoid it. He was a little surprised to see the door already open though, and he brandished the sword warily as he approached.

A kid, a red haired kid, but the ex-god wasn't about to let that put him at ease. Just because someone looked young didn't mean that they were, and definitely didn't mean they weren't dangerous.

"Hey, you one of Homura's new recruits?" he asked, leaning against the door frame casually.

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

Gin slipped into his robes not long after being dropped back in his room. He didn't bother with the haori, it was already bloodstained and the white showed up a little too well at night anyway. He hadn't the pride behind it as many of the others who wore it either. Being what they considered a traitor took a bit of the enthusiasm out of it.

The radio broadcast had been interesting though. It was a pity there wouldn't be any more clues, but then, Gin was skeptical about believing anyone's word alone on a person's death. He knew firsthand that such things could be fabricated easily enough. It was possible that he and the head doctor had far more in common than he was willing to admit. Then again...

While he'd been given the 'night off' by the younger captain, he'd no intention of simply sleeping it away, that would be a waste. A smile curled around his lips, however, as he headed out the door, intent on finding Ran's room.

[[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/303653.html?thread=24396837#t24396837)]]

[be-my-tool.livejournal.com]

Zabuza left his room with his weapon in hand. His head felt... strange. He wondered if perhaps some after affects of the drugs were weighing heavier than the last time he had been under the influence of them.

Shaking it off, he headed out to get to Haku's room.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/303653.html)]

M18

[face-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

His conversation with Reno throughout dinner had calmed his mind down enough to think of things other than that wretched woman. He’d simply have to deal with that when the time came, and it was doubtful that she’d be that much of a challenge within these walls. He couldn’t risk her sticking her nose into his business just yet, and while most of his abilities were hindered, he still maintained enough to pose a definite threat.

There was no choice but to continue his work until then though, and until that time, he’d simply ignore her presence.

The voice that crackled over the intercom was surprisingly calm, and it drew the knight’s attention for once. So that fool on the radio had managed to get himself killed? It was just a pity that it hadn’t been by his hands. Sure he had nothing against the man, but it had been so long since he’d experienced life being extinguished by his hands that he was beginning to forget what it felt like. The rodents he’d come across here was hardly a challenge to his skill, and his missed the lack of screaming and pleading that the sentient races gave him. Perhaps he’d have to visit Light at some point and see if he was ready to give him an order other than keeping their partnership silent.

Sitting on the bed until his back pressed up against the wall, Yuber slid his arms behind his head as he stretched out and crossed one leg over the other. He had nothing else to do for now but wait for Zelnick and his companion for now, but in the meantime he’d have to consider plans for after they’ve met with Usopp.

Re: M18

[captain-hunam.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/303919.html?thread=24538159#t24538159)]

Somewhere down here...

Zelnick paused in front of the door he was almost certain was Yuber's, and knocked lightly. "Yuber?" he called, quietly.

M19

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

The walk over to the detective's room was going to be the easy part of the evening, Edgeworth thought as he stepped up to the door of M19. The rest of the evening would be spent training and working; it would be worth it in the end, but now, more than ever, the prosecutor wished his damned nurse had given him painkillers. The wound in his shoulder throbbed dully, and he knew it would only get worse.

"Right." It wouldn't do to just stand alone with his thoughts in the middle of the hallway, and as such, the prosecutor knocked sharply at the door.

[ham_fisted]

Gumshoe ruffled his hair, a tad anxious, feeling discomfited as it occurred to him he'd spent the entire shift sleeping. That's what getting old was all about, he thought with a frown, though if being old meant taking a leave of absence when he had a job to do, he hoped the doctors could somehow reverse the aging process for him, just this once. Not that he wanted to be too young, of course, nor did he wish for his memories of being old to escape him. It kept him going, knowing he was the less neglectful. Mr. Edgeworth had forgotten an imperative year in his own life. It had thrown him off, that extra bit of responsibility of making up for his colleague, but he was kinda used to it by now. He could even grow to like the initiative.

In that sense, he was proud to be old! He had all the right to watch over others. Plus, life experience was on his side in a scenario like this... It helped his hard-boiled image stand out among the masses of a generally young population.

That's what being old was all about. Turning your frown upside-down!

"Could you repeat-...? Oh," he muttered to the intercom, so lost in his ponderings he'd only managed to hear something about 'stabbings'. Had- had someone been murdered? The detective leapt to his feet, marching for the door and swinging it open and ramming into some idiot who thought it was smart to-

...

"M- Mr. Edgeworth!!" He held back a wince as his shoulder throbbed, its unkind way of cursing his clumsiness. "I- I'm sorry! H- How's your shoulder? D- Did I hurt it?!"

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

Javert opened his closet door and stared. His greatcoat hung there, as it had the previous night, but the deep gashes it had acquired from his run-in with the undead cat had vanished. He touched the intact sleeve, frowning thoughtfully, then shrugged and changed into his usual clothes. It probably wasn't worth wondering about. Stranger things had happened in this place.

Quickly he dropped his journal, keyring, and a pen in the greatcoat's spacious pockets. He was reaching for the radio when the intercom came on.

He stayed frozen for the duration of the broadcast. His first instinct was to dismiss Landel's words as mere fiction, but the doctor's words had a curiously flat tone to them that made Javert suspect the man wasn't lying. Javert had never had the chance to meet Doyle - had literally been a few steps away last night - but he had appreciated the man's help, even if he hadn't ever trusted him.

He let his hand fall, picked up his bat and flashlight, hesitated once more, and finally picked the radio up and dropped it in another pocket before opening the door and striding down the hall outside. Whether it was out of sheer stubbornness or a silent refusal to believe what was probably the truth, even he didn't know.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/303919.html)]

[M16]

[haikudemon.livejournal.com]

So their captors were busy with infighting, were they? Hijikata smirked, and silently wished confusion to the enemy. His movements were swift as he pulled the closet rod out, slipping the light into a pocket and the scalpels into another. Not the best armament, but he'd killed men with less. It would do. As long as they didn't run into any other insubstantial monsters.

He wondered how long it would take for Hattori to finish his "errand" with Homura... and whether the boy would be furious again when it was done. He would have to talk with them tonight, before they left for the upstairs medical rooms. They had already deserted the group once, thanks to Hattori's temper. It was not behavior that Hijikata was prepared to tolerate when he was leading the group.

Besides, Souji would mope if the puppies ran off and got themselves eaten by some nighttime beast.

Hijikata checked his equipment once more, and then left the room, leaving his flashlight off for the moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the gloom.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/303919.html?thread=24415791#t24415791)]

M12

[part1of3.livejournal.com]

Stabbed six times in the chest.

Axel's silence wasn't quite comforting to Ashton, but it wasn't as if the brunet man was making any moves to react vocally to it, either. In fact, he'd pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them.

So.. he was dead? Ashton couldn't help but chew his lower lip nervously. Come to think of it, the night had ended in the middle of the conversation they'd been having with the Radio Man. Which made his blood run kinda cold. Ashton, Dias, Leon.. they were the last three patients to have a conversation with Alec Doyle.

Ashton swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

"Hum," Ashton pondered for a moment. "No reason why it wouldn't be true, I guess." It was much easier to just take everything the intercom and radio said at face value. Sure, there was probably stuff hidden underneath their words, but what good would come of trying to figure it out? All that mattered was to get out. Right?

"I wonder how that head nurse feels about it, come to think of it? They all had history together, didn't they?"

Re: M12

[bond-off-lame.livejournal.com]

"Seems like it. Who knows, maybe she's incognito and she'll be the one to bust us out of here." Axel suggested jokingly, feeling his mechanical heart tug against the emotions that were flooding from Ashton's. Having never seen the man before, it was only expected of him not to care in a more personal level. But the redhead couldn't forget the fortune he had with finding that gun in the Refrigerator a few nights ago, which in turn brought him closer to his real weapons.

Even now he twirled the chakram in his hand as he made his way over to the closet, pulling out his Organization uniform just for the hell of it. It seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do, dressing up like that, almost like he was picking a date up for the prom. Except the prom was actually some fifteen by fifteen prison cell with nothing else to do but count cracks on the ceiling.

But details, details. Who ever paid attention to the little things?

After fitting on his outfit, Axel made sure that everything was aligned before offering Ashton a small smile.

"Be careful tonight, okay? I wouldn't want to see you rolling around on a wheelchair again."

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/303919.html?thread=24446255#t24446255).]

[dawn-rune.livejournal.com]

[use of a plastic cafeteria spoon to unscrew the closet bar was approved by Fey-mod]

Frey's hands were quite sore by the time he set out for the meeting place, but it was well worth it--the wooden bar in the closet had finally come down, and he felt much better now that he was armed. He'd hoped the spoon he'd taken from the mess hall would be helpful somehow, but being able to use it to acquire what amounted to a long staff... that was beyond his hopes.

Feeling at least a little more confident than he had all day, Frey continued along the path his group leader had told him would take him to the meeting point.

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/303919.html)]

[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

Takaya stood and stared at the door to his room, having a rather heated conversation with himself. One the one hand, things sounded like they could get bad tonight on the other hand ... why did he care?

There was no one here to give a damn about, no one that he felt really gave shit about him. It was like ... being back home, except there he at least had his sister. He even had Naoe.

Here.... he had nobody. But still.... He couldn't leave things like this. Maybe if he actually got off his ass and did something, he could find out what had happened to Naoe and Lee. He needed to know if this place had finally gotten to them, or if they had managed to escape. If that were the case, then he'd been abandoned again.

He didn't know if he could handle that.

But he had to at least find out.

He stepped out into the hallway and picked a random direction.

((Going to here.)) (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/303919.html?thread=24397359#t24397359)

[crimson-handed.livejournal.com]

Kimbley didn't immediately get up and head for the Sun Room. He lounged in his room, ignoring his roommate for the few long minutes that they spent there, listening to the Head Doctor speak for the first time that day. He'd never much paid attention to the radio, nor met the man on the other end; another death meant very little to him.

After a short while, he stood up and snagged his flashlight and, after a bit of consideration, a handful of pens. They'd served him fairly well before, and while they wouldn't do anything against boulders, there was no telling who or what he'd run into on the way to the Sun Room.

With that, Kimbley headed out the door.

[crimson-handed.livejournal.com]

M18

[heavens-too-far.livejournal.com]

Dias had come to the same, rather unsettling realization as Ashton had - they had, in fact, been the last people to talk to the man from the radio, and now he was dead. He didn't exactly regret any of the things he'd said to the man - death didn't change the fact that being cautious had been wise, whether or not it had actually been justified - but he wasn't exactly happy about the note the night had ended on, either. Not if it meant that the man had died feeling as though the patients (or Dias in particular) hadn't appreciated what he had done for them.

But brooding about it wasn't going to do any good. After the lengths that Alec had gone to for the patients, he'd hardly want them too preoccupied with his death to focus on the business of staying alive, which was what he'd been trying to facilitate all along.

So, as soon as he heard his door unlock, Dias moved to his closet and pulled on his clothes from Expel, getting dressed. Better to be ready to go as soon as Ashton showed up.

Re: M18

[part1of3.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/300944.html?thread=24435344#t24435344)]

Ashton had changed headbands quick as a flash, then quickly thrown on his trusty indigo robe, forgoing his traditional boots for the Landel's issue slippers. It would be some time still before he actually set out to the greenhouse for the night, and he wanted to get to Dias' room as quickly as possible. He could fiddle with the buckles and straps on his boots later. Dias was so much more important!!

Scampering across the hallway, he realized that he'd assumed that Dias' room would be empty, as it usually was come nightshift. And now his own room was empty! Aahh, maybe he should drag Dias out to the hallway if it was occupied or something. Or to his own room? It didn't really matter, as long as Dias was comfortable around him! That was the most crucial thing!

He knocked politely before poking his head around the door, his flashlight positioned right below his chin, creating the age-old ghost-stories-around-the-campfire look. Of course, it probably looked quite odd when it wasn't Gyoro providing the under-chin fire... "OooOoooOoohhhh. Diaaaas~ You have an invitation to come over to Ashton's r-" Then he quickly pulled his head out of there. Dias was changing! That wasn't proper at all! What had Ashton been thinking?

So he waited in the hallway, back up against the wall.

M17

[right-handed.livejournal.com]

Scar was taking some time to look through his supplies, though he wasn't finding much. When was the last time that he had gone searching for items? That he had been around to support his comrades? Although his earlier meeting with River and Dias had assured him that they were as well as one could expect, he wasn't sure how much use he could be during Nightshift without some tools of his own.

But all he found that could be useful was his flashlight, whose light by which he checked the markings on his arm and winced at their still not being completely black. Dammit, he'd need to do better than that to watch Dias' back.

Re: M17

[a_sin_for_him]

(From here)

That strange, unfamiliar fear was becoming irritating. But Lust simply couldn't shake it. She knew it was a silly little human fear, but silly little human feelings seemed to be all she felt these days.

She didn't even knock on Scar's door, simply opened it. Impolite, perhaps, but she had to know...

And there he was. The breath she didn't know she'd been holding was let out, and her tense muscles loosened.

"I was starting to wonder if I'd find myself in an empty room this evening," she said, by way of greeting. She wasn't going to admit she'd been worried. Not out loud.

[M16]

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

It was the song on the radio that startled Luxord out of his slumber. Well, not so much startled as it did gain enough of his attention to open an eye and wrap his grip tighter around the stuffed Gambler he held, Tyche moving from her curled up position to nuzzle her tiny head against his chin (because it apparently meant that, since he was now awake, he needed to shower all his affection upon her or whatever it was that cats thought about the matter).

It was most likely a beacon of hope that there was another to lead the sheep that called themselves patients or a sign to mourn the loss of a useless voice over the airwaves, but the Gambler just... couldn't stop himself from laughing at the song. Not the polite chuckling or quiet sound that was normally heard when he found something humorous, no. This was the 'head lolling back and shoulders shaking' type laughter that was bound to wake his roommate, had the other been there and asleep.

"Your stab wounds are beyond help of the cowbell, Mr. Radio," he said to himself after his bout of lulz cackling died down. Afterwards, he closed his eyes once more and took to dreaming with a smirk.

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

[to here after waking up and realizing he was supposed to get something done this night.] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/303919.html#comments) ()

[heartcrown.livejournal.com]

“So,” she began once more when they were in a different hallway, her hands lifting up to smoosh at Axel’s cheeks with her palms. If he wasn’t going to let her down then fine, she would make the few remaining steps at least a little bit more amusing for herself. “What room are you in? Is your roommate still there?”

Kairi couldn’t help but smile at the thought of meeting someone new – after all, she was a social teenage girl, she couldn’t help but take enjoyment out of meeting new faces.

[bond-off-lame.livejournal.com]

Axel sighed when Kairi pressed his cheeks together, retaliating ‘violently’ by throwing the back of his head onto the teen's forehead before proceeding to rub his backside against the wall as he continued his way down the hall.

"Nah, my roomie had some plans tonight so the we have the room all to ourselves," He explained in a ‘matter of fact’ly tone, almost like he was lecturing the other redhead about the fundamentals of common sense. The redhead continued to rub Kairi against the wall, all up until they reached the room with ‘M12’ posted on it. The redhead breathed another sigh, though this one out of relief, before grabbing at the doorknob with some difficulty and pushed it open.