Nightshift 31: M21-M30 Hallway

[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

((Specifically in room M22))

This night was shaping up to be another long and tiring one. Adelheid mentally ran through the checklist of things to do: give a spear to Yukari Takeba, create the sakabatou for Himura Kenshin, sharpen Kenren's blade... and then, if he found a moment to breathe, to do something to let off some of the anger he still felt. At least he wasn't powerless tonight; that was the only good thing for him to look forward to. It had been too long since he'd gotten to fight something that wasn't a patient.

He kept one ear on the radio, still wondering if Jack was honestly gone and convincing himself that such could not be the case. Besides, he was too busy to feel grief now. He had to focus, or else this night was going to be just as frustrating as the previous one.

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M22

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/331231.html?thread=26930143#t26930143).]

It had taken less than ten minutes for Kenshin to get from his room to Adel's. The boy had said to come alone and at the beginning of Nightshift, and he had done his very best to comply. There weren't that many people wandering the hallways just yet, and the monsters didn't seem to be out.

Stopping at the correct door, the rurouni raised his hand and knocked.

Re: M22

[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

So soon? The boy was pleasantly surprised; very often he'd had to wait in recent Nightshifts. It probably wasn't Yukari, as she had to get there from the female block... Kenshin, maybe? Or Homura. Hm. Well, no point in prolonging the night, was there?

He stretched his arms and his non-cast-clad leg, then called out, "Come in!"

Re: M22

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Kenshin opened the door and gave Adel a little bow. "Hello," he said brightly, giving Adel a kind smile. "This one has done his best to come promptly, as you requested.

His eyes fell on the cast and his face fell. Even though he hadn't been the one to break the kid's leg, he still felt responsible. He should have gone after Sano. If he'd known...

"How are you feeling?"

M25

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

Despite the fact that it had happened that morning, the therapy session was still at the forefront of Valyn's mind. He supposed that was how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be thinking about the things they discussed, wasn't he?

He wasn't certain what was going on tonight. Shadow was in no shape to go out exploring, and neither was Keman. And Shana... well, he didn't know what she was doing. But she'd be fine. She could take care of herself, and wasn't foolish enough to go out alone...

But out of habit, he placed a mage light outside of his room. He wasn't sure where Shadow's was, and he was certain at the very least his cousin would want to discuss plans for future nights.

Re: M25

[valyns-shadow.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/332245.html?thread=26951893#t26951893)]

Shadow reached Valyn's door and smiled as he saw the mage light outside. At least he was expected and that fact pulled him from his dark mood somewhat. He knocked on the door out of habit before walking in, giving Valyn a smile.

"Hi," he greeted his cousin. "Looks like I'm the first one here."

Re: M25

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

"I don't know if anyone else is coming," Valyn said, turning to offer Shadow a vague smile. It seemed as though the younger man hadn't taken any harm on his way over, at least.

"Keman's in bad shape himself, from what I saw, and Shana didn't mention coming by. How are you feeling?"

M23 (after Hitsugaya leaves~)

[officer-leon.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/333472.html?view=26956192#t26956192)]

Leon knocked once, then pushed the door open. Empty, as expected. He glanced around, and spotted a solid-looking baseball bat leaning near the closet. He grinned and picked it up, giving it a few practice swings. It was a rough weapon, but damn if it didn't feel good to be armed with something other than a flashlight and pens.

Flashlight in hand, Leon rested the baseball bat against his shoulder and headed back out.

[back to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/333472.html?view=26956192#t26956192)]

M23 (*ditto*)

[kaerutokoro.livejournal.com]

M23 soon came into view. As soon as the girl reached its door, she set aside her makeshift bag and knocked.

Silence. Hitsugaya was definitely gone for the night. Unless Rena tracked him down (which she did not have the time for), asking about taking a few weapons from the stash was not happening tonight. Oh, well.

The girl opened the door and began lugging the pillowcase into the room's darken interior. She immediately realized a tiny dilemma. The Captain had wanted her to place the items in his closet, but upon further thought, he had never mentioned which closet was his. What if she had accidentally stored it in his roommate's end?

Pressed for time, Rena finally decided on the left and emptied the pillowcase's contents onto the closet floor. Making a note to tell the Captain about the stash on the bulletin tomorrow morning, she then stuffed the pillowcase into her coat pocket and made her way out.

Re: M23

[screwthegods]

[From here]

Homura offered no explanations to Kenshin as they entered the hall; if the man was curious, he could ask. The demi-god would even answer, but he felt no need to bring it up himself. In a way, it was a test, to see what Kenshin had perceived, and what he would do about it.

And its second part would happen momentarily, particularly if a certain patient was present. Homura didn't so much as knock a single time, simply opening the door without invitation. Hitsugaya would forgive him, and better to catch Sanzo by surprise, considering he was no longer immune to bullets.

But, it was unnecessary. The room was empty, and thankfully so. Homura grinned to Kenshin, wondering if he would even participate, and moved to one of the dressers, starting to go through the drawers.

"If you would look for a file labeled 'Ethan O'Dell,' it will save us considerable time."

[hangenki.livejournal.com]

The communicators still weren't working brilliantly, but Kaoru had shouted a threat down his anyway, telling Hikaru to meet him halfway. He figured his brother wouldn't stay put, so meeting halfway in most things was the best he could hope for. It's what kept them twins.

He took his torch and journal as well as a few pens. He wasn't sure why he was taking his journal, he just had a feeling it'd come in use.

[Going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/333472.html).]

M28

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

A silent dinner suited Ed just fine.

Once the intercom went he listened carefully, a pained expression passing over his face at the mention of Jack. Damn it, he'd been a good guy, or he'd seemed that way when Ed had met him at least. And he'd cared about Adel. How was his friend going to be taking this?

He swallowed thickly and then went to his closet and pulled out his clothes changing into them quickly and feeling much better for the leather pants and coat and the boots. He pulled out his pocketwatch and stared at it for a moment before flicking it over and running a finger over the inscription. For remembrance. They could only move forwards.

He needed to wait for Hughes and Fox before he could do anything, but the itch was there to go and help that woman, to avenge Jack and when had he got so attached to people like this?

Re: M28

[felled-hero.livejournal.com]

(from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/334110.html?view=26914846#t26914846))

It didn't take too long to pop over to Ed's hallway and find his room. He moved quickly, knowing he only had so much time.

"Ed?" he called, knocking on the teenager's door.

Re: M28

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

Ed stood up as soon as he heard Hughes' voice, a smile spreading over his face and glad to be distracted from his thoughts. He pulled open the door and smiled at the older man, letting him inside. "Hey."

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

Hitsugaya spent his dinner in silence, his roommate nowhere to be seen. Did that mean they had taken him for experimentation? Either that or he was gone from this place. In any case, there was no worrying about it now. Night had come, and with it the sounds of alarm. He was tempted to set out and investigate, but he had a mission to accomplish.

The young captain grabbed his blade, his flashlight, and set out into the darkened hallways.

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

[skipping a hall 'cuz I'm lazy and going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/332245.html?view=27029205#t27029205%22)]

[forgot-it-all.livejournal.com]

Ritsuka was groggy after sleeping through dinner. He'd gone back to his room sometime after lunch and just stayed there, sleeping the day away. It had helped clear his headache and made most of his injuries feel better. As soon as he woke up, he ate a bit of dinner - packing the rice into riceballs for later - and then put the two journals and his other supplies into his backpack and took off.

If tonight was going to go according to plan, however unpleasant that seemed, he was going to need bandages later. He made sure to have his radio, his flashlight, gauze, butterfly clasps and a few rolls of bandages and then he was down the hall and on his way.

[forgot-it-all.livejournal.com]

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/336340.html?thread=27193300#t27193300)]

[empty-death.livejournal.com]

Night. Finally. Time for a trip to the pharmacy. Well, after meeting with Mr. Richter that was. He gathered up the supplies he'd managed to filch and started to plan.

The drugs certainly cleared up his mind, he though with a small smile.

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

[from over in the M1-M10 hallway]

Recluse made his way as quickly as possible to M30, knocking on the door and standing back. He had mentioned to Faust that his eyes were especially sensitive to light, but he stayed ready to bring a hand up to cover his eyes in case he got an eyeful of flashlight, regardless.

M22

[remedying.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/333472.html?thread=27074208#t27074208).]

Locating the room they needed to be at was easy enough to find-- it was the second to last one down the hall. Hopefully they didn't take too long getting here, at least by Adelheid's standards (if anyone asked her, she'd brought them both much later than she anticipated).

In an attempt to better lift his spirits, Yukari flashed a small smile at Ken before knocking on the door; thankfully there was one good thing coming out of tonight. "Adelheid-san, are you there?" she called out. "It's Yukari."

Re: M22

[rectifies.livejournal.com]

One good thing might result from tonight's outing, but Ken was still unsure if reward was worth the effort. His eyes continued to shift to the wrap around Yukari's neck, and he worried about how she was faring. Honestly, the boy was surprised they had managed the trek at all.

They had made it to M22, however. Ken knew he couldn't afford to discuss the issue right then and there, especially when they had an appointment to keep. Putting on his best stoic face, he waited along side Yukari for a response.

M21

[dawning-dreams.livejournal.com]

[ Dictating some of Nathan's actions with permission. He's on hiatus. :[ ]

Turned out that Nathan was still alive, which was one good thing among a myriad of suck. Cid gave the man a wave as he walked in the door, and they made some small chat until Nathan mentioned being tired and pretty much passed out on the bed. Cid found it kind of weird, but hey, stranger things had happened in Landel's, and all things considered, lethargy wasn't too bad. Cid had experienced that himself, anyway, losing days at a time only to wake up again fit as a fucking fiddle.

He wasn't doing too well now, though. His nose still hurt like hell, and it was difficult to chew on the harder parts of his meal without his facial muscles messing with the pain. He finally finished, giving out a sigh (through his mouth) and moving over to his bed, sitting on the edge of it. He bent over and ran his hands through his hair, as if it'd help him think better.

Okay, so he hadn't seen any rallying on the bulletin board and he hadn't gotten so much as a "hey, you okay?" from his remaining AVALANCHE pals, so he figured there weren't any plans for tonight. The question, then, was whether or not he ventured out all by his lonesome. On one hand, he was in pretty good shape aside from his busted nose, but on the other, all he had was that glass and the lawnmower blade.

Cid glanced up at his roommate and sighed. He could've asked Nathan if he wanted to brave the halls, but he looked like he was down for the count for now.

(Outside) M21

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

While Peter did feel a little better for having talked things over with Nathan during the last shift, he had still felt nervous while being led back to his room for dinner. His roommate had been asleep, as usual, which meant he hadn't even had someone to distract him from the coming nightshift.

With his injury still slowing him down, he wasn't sure how much of a help he would be, even with the shovel he had found in hand. The fact that neither he nor Nathan knew how Claire was doing made things worse, and it sounded like trying to search her out at night was a lost cause.

They would just have to rely on the bulletin to search her out the following day -- it was just hard having to wait that long to know whether or not she was all right. Then again, what could have happened to her? She healed, after all. Though his powers were completely gone and Nathan's were weakened, so who knew where that left Claire.

His worries and his sore back made it hard to focus on eating, but he managed to get a few bites down before the intercom went off. It was more of the same, though it sounded like another person had been added to the confusion of the routine announcements. Peter didn't bother trying to follow along, instead focusing on gathering his shovel and flashlight in anticipation of the doors opening.

Once they did, he headed out into the hall and made the short trip to M21. It was a good thing that he and Nathan had ended up with rooms so close to each other. Positioning his shovel a little awkwardly under his arm to free his hand, he reached forward to knock on the door.

[a_sin_for_him]

(from here)

There were other people littering the hallways still. Lust ignored them, shaking her flashlight as it sputtered and threatened to die. Only a short ways left to go, couldn't the foolish thing manage another few minutes of light?

(to here)

[youlackmascara.livejournal.com]

Itachi stalked out of the room as soon as the doors unlocked. The day had been unproductive. He had searched the library for information on the institution, and had consequently spent most of the day puzzling over the incomprehensible actions of people who apparently lived in rabbit holes. He should not have become so distracted.

The unlocking of doors was certainly regular at night. This was obviously the time he had been given to challenge his captors. Itachi did not need to be given time. His failings of the previous night were nothing more than a fluke and would not be repeated.