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damned_institute2008-02-26 08:11 am
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Nightshift 30: M31-M40 Hallway
[M39]
Being dragged away from ZEX mid-conversation was something of a mixed blessing. On the upside, it meant that Zelnick would have at least few minutes to regain emotional balance before spending the whole night with the guy....
Well, perhaps it was more of a mixed curse. Normally Zelnick didn't begrudge allies their oddities, but ZEX had this amazing ability to jump straight from normal conversation to oh-god-awkward innuendo-laden flirting, and Zelnick couldn't do much but hope that he'd keep away from the latter.
In any case, he paid closer attention to where they took him, this time, not just his room number, and he realized he was actually really close to Yuber's room. Wasn't that convenient?
Once he was in his room, he started to get ready for the night; skillet, knife, pestle, all loaded into the apple basket that had wound up in his closet, along with a couple pens and the radio (hadn't Yuber said it spilled hints at night?). This meant he couldn't take all the apples with him, so Zelnick wrapped them in one of the extra shirts and left them in the corner of the closet. All that was left was to get the flashlight, which he found under his pillow like he did last night.
Then the intercom clicked on.
So that was their lord and master, in this place? After spending the first night confused and the first day hearing the voice of the Head Nurse, he found that the guy sounded pretty sane, until he admitted to killing someone. "The man on the radio--" did he mean whoever was on the other side of the little antique, sending out hints? And the method of death sounded... frighteningly personal.
He unloaded the skillet from the basket and held on to it as the doors unlocked, and sat at his desk to wait for ZEX.
Being dragged away from ZEX mid-conversation was something of a mixed blessing. On the upside, it meant that Zelnick would have at least few minutes to regain emotional balance before spending the whole night with the guy....
Well, perhaps it was more of a mixed curse. Normally Zelnick didn't begrudge allies their oddities, but ZEX had this amazing ability to jump straight from normal conversation to oh-god-awkward innuendo-laden flirting, and Zelnick couldn't do much but hope that he'd keep away from the latter.
In any case, he paid closer attention to where they took him, this time, not just his room number, and he realized he was actually really close to Yuber's room. Wasn't that convenient?
Once he was in his room, he started to get ready for the night; skillet, knife, pestle, all loaded into the apple basket that had wound up in his closet, along with a couple pens and the radio (hadn't Yuber said it spilled hints at night?). This meant he couldn't take all the apples with him, so Zelnick wrapped them in one of the extra shirts and left them in the corner of the closet. All that was left was to get the flashlight, which he found under his pillow like he did last night.
Then the intercom clicked on.
So that was their lord and master, in this place? After spending the first night confused and the first day hearing the voice of the Head Nurse, he found that the guy sounded pretty sane, until he admitted to killing someone. "The man on the radio--" did he mean whoever was on the other side of the little antique, sending out hints? And the method of death sounded... frighteningly personal.
He unloaded the skillet from the basket and held on to it as the doors unlocked, and sat at his desk to wait for ZEX.
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She reached out as Luffy went to the first door, yanking the back of his shirt before he barged in on any unsuspecting patients. "...There are numbers on the doors, Luffy."
She was feeling a little better now, but still not one hundred percent. She was continuing to sweat a little bit, but it was nothing compared to how it had been outside.
The navigator pointed at M35 with her closet pole before moving the end back to the floor, combining her weight on it with her weight on Zoro.
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He subtly made sure his grip on Sanji held firm by pulling him a little higher up; the idiot felt like a sack of sand when he was limp and Zoro didn’t want to hear the whining that would come if he accidentally dropped the body and gave the chef another black eye.
Though he was perfectly willing to wait for Luffy to try all the doors in the hallway, Zoro had to admit that having Nami point the way was much easier. He stepped forward in front of the door she’d identified and for a moment the swordsman stared at the doorknob, brow tense.
…
“Can someone open the door?”
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Well, he could meet blue-haired big guys later. Right now they needed to get to the clinic. Which was...M35. And written on the door. And easy to find, since they were right in front of it now.
When Zoro asked for someone to open the door, the pirate captain marched straight up to it, grasped the knob and pushed it open.
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