http://heartcrown.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] heartcrown.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-02-26 10:40 am

Nightshift 30: F1-F10 Hallway.

[ inside f7]

“What?” Kairi had been in the middle of getting off of the bed when she heard the announcement the head doctor made, surprise overtaking her face. Hadn’t the man on the radio been well known? Hadn’t he helped all kinds of people?

Her look of shock slowly turned into a sad frown as she moved across the room, not saying a word other than the “what?” she had muttered before. This place was so horrible –

Moving to her dresser, Kairi pulled open the doors in hope of perhaps finding another flashlight. What she found instead was something much better (in her opinion, anyway) and much more useful!

“Oh!” she exclaimed happily as she pulled the pink dress out of the wardrobe, a grin crossing her lips. It had been such a long time since she had seen the pink dress she usually wore, and to see it now just randomly sitting inside the large wardrobe was a pleasant surprise! Before she could really even think, she slowly began to change into the outfit, pausing once she was done to look down.

She looked like herself again! (Minus the bandages, anyway)

Pumping her fists, Kairi did a quick hair flip and let out a happy giggle.

Now all there was to do was wait for Axel.

After a few moments of waiting, Kairi decided that perhaps it would be better to wait in the hall. After all, nothing would happen ... and if something suspicious came, she'd just run back into the room.

F10

[identity profile] transgenix.livejournal.com 2008-02-27 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
The man on the radio is dead. I killed him - stabbed him six times in the chest.

Max stood frozen in the middle of her room, having been halfway to the door. Her crowbar was in one hand, her radio tucked in one pocket of her robe, the flashlight in the other.

Jack was dead.

She'd only met him in person the once, but last night's encounter was still so vivid in her memory. Unconsciously, she raised her hand to brush her fingertips against her lips, feeling the sudden pang of loss. So quickly, and stated so bluntly, and just like that, the man was gone.

"Dammit!" she cursed angrily, her expression twisting into one of fury and frustration at the loss. She slammed her crowbar against the wall, denting the plaster and sending white powder and particles showering outwards.

Then her expression hardened, her jaw clenching. She started towards the door once again, steely resolution in her dark gaze. If she hadn't had enough reason to want to seek the head doctor out before, she had more than enough now.

Re: F10

[identity profile] transgenix.livejournal.com 2008-03-04 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Going here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/302754.html?thread=24953506#t24953506)]