Night Shift 32: Main Hallway 2-Center (Includes Sun Room halls)

[lost-turkey.livejournal.com]

[running from here]

John grabbed Wolfram's arm and ran, his flashlight bouncing around in his grip. He needed to get a grip. He couldn't freak out. Freaking out led to rash decisions and he couldn't afford those at the moment. It didn't help that he kept hearing his mother hurrying him on in his head.

Run, John! You don't stop! You always run!

"Yeah, yeah, run... I got it, but where?" he said to no one as he paused only a moment before dragging Wolfram down to the right, aiming for the doors across from him. "Let's hope my good luck holds out and one of those doors is open."

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[arrogantflame.livejournal.com]

Wolfram usually never ran from trouble. As a soldier, prince or not, he was taught to face things head on, or die trying. But the only person he had to protect right now besides himself was running, and at this point he could deal with some pride being lost.

He worked on catching his breath and grabbed the door handle closest to them, tugging at it in annoyance.

"This one's locked too... But I think it might be loose..."

Ignoring the stinging in his shoulder and the faint line of blood staining his shirt sleeve, he glanced back to John. "Do we keep looking, or try to break into one of these?"

[her-lion.livejournal.com]

Limitations, limitations, limitations... if there was one thing he hated. Curbing a natural appetite, holding back natural strength, the infuriating human facade. But now it was all returned - in one overwhelming, sweeping wave, a combination of a hunger that had long-since arisen and the ability to do something about it.

And every bruise, every cut from his previous experiences had sealed up immediately, his skin made of stone once more. Would it be disappointingly easy? He rather hoped not, to be honest.

Casually dressed in a dark clothes (thankfully absent of smiling faces), Edward stepped around the corner quickly, his steps moving faster than he meant them to. There wasn't enough blood to be excited about, of course, but the thought of being close enough to reach out and taste it was invigorating.

Pathetically easy, he decided.

"These three are all locked, I'm afraid," he called out in a musical voice, looking at the patients regretfully. "I'm here to make sure they stay that way. I'd politely suggest returning to your rooms and saving yourselves the disappointment in looking. There's nothing to be found."

[hotlittledragon.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/369031.html?thread=29414535#t29414535)]

He heard voices up ahead, and they didn't all sound friendly. He wasn't looking for a fight tonight though. Silently, the dragon moved closer to the wall, aware of Hiei doing the same thing behind him.

This hallway was dark, but it had roughly the same layout as the entrance hallway below. The entrance they wanted was still one hall away but it should be easy to find from there.

[hotlittledragon.livejournal.com]

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[offduty.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/369031.html?thread=29538951#t29538951)]

Reno was about to explain some more, but voices up ahead stopped him again. Probably another fight about to spark. One of the voices was vaguely familiar and it took him a second to place it as that kid they'd met just before dinner--Wolfram, wasn't it?

Ah, well. Looked like he had a friend with him and like hell it was his job to babysit. Unless it was Rufus, but that was a special case.

He slipped through the hallway quietly, hoping to sneak by without attracting attention.

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Every man for himself, huh? It was a Turk way of life, really. Well, every Turk for the Turks. Generally. Everything was simple in a complicated way.

So. The Boss was gone. As were a few other familiar faces. There was a crackpot theory that there was a strange dimensional rift somewhere along the line and this place was Gold Saucer gone bad with evil Mog's and their devil wings out to get the 'patients'. Kadaj was here but Reno had no intention of stopping him.

The hell was going on?

"So," he said quietly, "we find Rufus and we get out." That was the plan, surely? This world be damned, they had to go stop their home world from getting wrecked. So they'd probably need Cloud and his little gang.

[mind-caster.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/367590.html?thread=29560294#t29560294)]

As Melissa moved forward into the hallway at the top of the stairs, she could cleary feel the familiar tastes of a fight from further up. Or at least an approaching fight; there was definite thick anticipation, and then an explosion of pain. She froze, trying to feel out what was going on. She would have known in an instant back in Bixby, but here... the thoughts and emotions from the fight were too mixed-up and faint for her to get much more than... well, a lot of pain. It made her grit her teeth together as the feeling surged through her mind.

But she couldn't feel the cause of that pain, that was for sure. She couldn't feel any enemy.

Melissa stepped cautiously forward, very much missing the feel of a certain named silver knife against her palm. The fact that it was named wouldn't do anything outside of the secret hour, but she still wanted it back. It looked like monsters did exist, and she really couldn't taste them, and... Melissa wanted a physical object to grip. Preferably a sharp physical object.

"There's a fight up ahead," she pointed out softly, not sure if Ichimoto could notice. She could definitely feel the lingering pain and a dash of anxiety from it, clear as day. Or in her case, clear as night.

[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

"Keep as far left as you can, and you’ll get around it," returned the doll, the surety of having seen the area ahead of time showing in his voice. "People who fight that guy aren’t going to win." No time to explain the details, of how the third young man was probably under the Institute’s control and acting as the master’s puppet in this area. Later, and only if Melissa found the idea worth believing.

From what he could see, there were people sneaking left and right, but the two youths he’d seen hadn’t run or back down. Rather, they were sprawled on the floor by the wall, one flashlight rolling slowly across the floor.

He didn’t know enough about the mental manipulation to know how deep it ran--if the point was to keep terrorizing even once their opponents were down--but Ren didn’t like the thought of walking away himself, only to have the two get launched off the balcony or something. Pausing, a frown settling on his face, his thought was Should I risk distracting them long enough to get away? So many things could go wrong if he did, including a couple of kids refusing to leave, thinking they didn’t have to.

[janus-006.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/367590.html?thread=29702374#t29702374).]

Alec could hear the fighting even clearer now. He grinned. Good. If there was something trying to keep them from their destination, then he was on the right track. And, as a plus, the brainwashed one was holding others up instead of him. Maybe his luck had turned.

Okay, yeah, that was an unlikely thought at best. But maybe the previous night's sleep had left him more clearheaded...

[janus-006.livejournal.com]

[jumping up to this (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/369338.html?thread=29700538#t29700538) thread.]

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

There was definitely something going on here. Another brainwashed patient from the looks of it. Sai didn't intent to stay and work out the details. The young man seemed preoccupied, and hopefully he'd stay that way long enough for them to get through. He probably wasn't keep guard over the entire hall, just as Itachi hadn't been. If they moved quickly, even if it attracted attention.

"Make a run for the end," the ninja ordered, motioning for the blonde to get back in front of him. There was no need to say anything else until they were out of the area.

[cnflctofintrst.livejournal.com]

Mello nodded as he passed Sai and switched off his flashlight to avoid drawing attention. He wasn't strong but he was fast, and another person seemed to be working to keep the attention of whoever was doing the attacking. It shouldn't be difficult to move past with such an obvious distraction.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/370556.html?thread=29739900#t29739900)]

[kanpekinasenshi.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/369031.html?thread=29818503#t29818503)]

This was it, a fight. Seiya paused, bracing herself, although the fight seemed to be between patients and all of them seemed focused enough on each other. Sometimes patients were brainwashed into fighting each other, sometimes monsters looked like people, basic Introduction To Landel's information. In a way, it was almost pleasant to think that here, all one had to do was incapacitate the crazed patient, and by morning they'd be healed and normal... assuming they could be incapacitated without killing, of course. Still easier than having no other choice.

She didn't speak up, not intending to draw attention to their movements if she could avoid it, but did look to Leon again, to see if he'd prefer trying to run past or trying another direction for now.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

It was inevitable, but still Leon cursed mentally when they ran into a fight in progress. A brainwashed patient, too, so probably quite formidable. "Stick close to the wall and make a run for it. Patients get their full powers back when they're turned against us." Hopefully Seiya didn't have one of those pesky hero complexes and wouldn't insist on staying behind to 'help'.

Just to emphasize the point, Leon said darkly, "I'm not sticking around to find out what this guy's full strength is. If you do, you're on your own." And with that, he made his dash for the eastern end of the hall.

[running, with permission, to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/370556.html?view=29846396#t29846396)]

[diamondstorm]

[from here]

Flashlight on and pointed down, Renamon cautiously moved into the next area. It seemed that there were a few people congregating in these halls, and it set her on edge. Worse was the fact that a few of them were setting off her "not-human" sense, and she wasn't in a hurry to find out what they were at this point.

Hugging the wall, she whispered back, "We need to head to the left." She glanced around. "And we're not going to get involved in anything."

[simpleastherain.livejournal.com]

Orihime nodded hesitantly. She hadn't really been sure how to respond to the praise, so she was glad when Renamon switched back to business and led them away. She got steadier as they moved, using the wall both for cover and support. Her flashlight was pointed down as well, skirting the hall behind the group and around them on her side.

It looked like another fight was happening further into the hallway, too. She started to move away from the wall, but paused when Renamon's voice came again. She didn't mind getting involved in battles if she thought she could help but a flash of a smirk and the tense readiness she thought she saw made her move back to the wall again. That kind of fight was...private, she supposed. It was fun for them. This was something she had often seen and never really experienced so she couldn't really understand it the way they did.

"..Ok." She whispered, following.

[heraldric.livejournal.com]

The mage kept running. He didn't even want to look at the fighting patients. It meant he wouldn't be able to see if they were coming at him, but he was willing to take that risk.

[reunion.livejournal.com]

Under normal circumstances, Kadaj would have been ashamed at the fact that he was running away from a battle, but since this was a "race," that made it okay, right? He grinned to himself and sprinted after (and past) Leon to the next hall, resisting the urge to throw a taunt over his shoulder as he did. The less attention they received from the institute's puppet, the better.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/370556.html?thread=29950076#t29950076).]

[demon-beast.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/369031.html?thread=29937799#t29937799)]


There were a lot of people in this hallways, even with the fight raging nearby. It made Argilla doubly glad that she'd eaten, or the scent of blood and so many living creatures in one place would have been overwhelming. But as it was, she had no problems with slipping past the fight and the people towards the next corridor.

[demon-beast.livejournal.com]

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/370556.html?view=29967228#t29967228) with permission to not get our asses kicked by Edward... yet]

[deathbymidget.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/370556.html?thread=29983868#t29983868)]

And with the next hall, the pair came to the end of their luck.

Hiei cursed quietly under his breath as he saw the fight ahead. There was the chance that they could get around it without getting involved, but it was only a chance. Besides, given that Kurikara had been in the same situation, the dragon could be sympathetic towards the brainwashed patient, wishing to intervene.

The demon, of course, didn't care about that person's problems. But he stopped, looking over his shoulder at the dragon behind him.

"Well? What do you want to do?"

[hotlittledragon.livejournal.com]

Kurikara's grip tightened on his sword. It was the same thing he'd gone through that night. At the least, he should knock out the patient and leave him to his fate... but that was impossible.

On his night, he'd dropped his guard entirely because he expected the shielding he no longer had. He'd allowed one of his swords to stray and another to be stolen. He'd done stupid things, but they'd survived because of it. He could tell from the way this boy moved that no such thing would be happening tonight.

Kurikara started down the hallway again without looking back. "Keep walking. Not our fight."

The boy would wake up normal in the morning. If he tried to fight, naturally Hiei would want to join and they were both already too injured to do much. Kurikara knew when he was greatly outmatched. He wasn't going to make some kid's life worse by playing a victim for him.

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

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Sousuke heard the sounds of a fight before he actually saw it. It looked like another brainwashed patient was attacking people trying to get by. It was one of those nights, apparently.

But what alarmed Sousuke the most was that the patient doing the attacking looked strong. Animal strong. Inhuman strong. He didn't want to get Miku involved in this fight--no doubt he or she would be hurt.

"Stay right behind me, Hinasaki," He murmured, taking out his knife. "We're going to move around this."

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

Miku nodded. "Yes, I will," she replied softly, under the din of battle. That patient was setting off all her wrong senses, the one that begged her to run, to get away from him. Miku made herself remember that Sousuke was with her, and tried to be as quiet as possible.

She didn't even dare to breathe but once or twice a minute. "If you need to let go of me, I'll run and hide somewhere." Not that she was sure where, but, she'd find a place. One of the rooms, maybe.

[haiiro-no-chou.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/367590.html#comments).]

She could see much of anything when they reached the second floor. There were a couple groups of people standing around, and the moving beams of their flashlights illuminated small areas of the hallway. The rest was blackness, though.

She waited for Mozenwrath and Nakago, who seemed much nicer than his cranky friend, thankful for the brief pause. Her right foot was throbbing where her two smallest toes had been. She kept the pain to herself, though, and turned to the two men. "We just have to go down to the end of this hallway," she said, pointing to the right, "then turn left at the hallway there."

[heartofrevenge.livejournal.com]

Nakago's own flashlight did little to illuminate the actual hallway, save for the path before them, a fact which annoyed him. In the dim light, the creatures had an advantage. He could only hope they managed to avoid said creatures up here.

He nodded, although he was not certain she could see it in the dark. From what he could recall of the map, that sounded accurate, at any rate. "Lead on, then."

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/369031.html?thread=29982599#t29982599)]]

"The chapel?" Kagura turned to glance at Bridget. She'd heard the radio man say something about it, but she hadn't been paying too much attention. "Do... you think we should go there?" she asked, just a little curious.

As she looked over to count the next hallway, she could see just where it was they'd ended up. "Ah- I know where we are!" Kagura said excitedly, "this is... the balcony that... that overlooks the Sun Room." When she got closer to shine her light down on the room, it looked like there was some kind of fighting going on too! "O-oh my... I think... th-there's a fight down there."

[forthewinry.livejournal.com]

"The guy on the intercom mentioned the chapel and said it was safe. But if he's really the 'head doctor' of this place, then I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him."

When they came to the sun room balcony, Winry recognized it with some relief. Already, there was a stronger map established in her mind. She was always good at remembering these things if she thought of them as intricate structures rather than places.

She glanced over at the sun room balcony as Kagura did. There was some fighting going on down the hallway as well, though there didn't seem to be any of the rumored monsters involved. There were a lot of pretty strong looking guys involved; most of them seemed to be patients. She knew that it was common for prison inmates to form gangs and fight amongst themselves, but it seemed so frustrating. What good was it to waste energy hurting fellow prisoners when they could be banding together to escape this unjust place?

Best to avoid it if they could.

[heavens-too-far.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/369031.html?thread=30266503#t30266503).]

Dias continued past Ashton, leading him further down the hall. "Anyway, you don't need to worry about how I'm doing," he added after a long moment. "I haven't been hurt by anything recently."

[part1of3.livejournal.com]

"It's - it's what happens every day for me now. Since the surgery, I mean. Nothing out of the ordinary, just pain..." He turned up to look at Dias, a sad little smile on his face. "I'm sure that I'll be able to heal the curse.. someday. But ... more importantly, I'm glad you're all right, Dias." His smile grew a little more genuine at the end, there. He really meant it.

The new hallway made Ashton pause for a moment, looking around at the battle that was going on. He stopped, just to see a (monster? patient? Yes.. patient..) at one side of the wall with some topless girl, straddling her. Or something. He wasn't sure. He swallowed. What.. exactly.. were they doing? Was the guy licking her--

Oh, no. No, no, no. This wasn't meant for his eyes at all.

"Uhh... l-let's go," Ashton stuttered, and sprinted around.. whatever was happening down there, keeping his mind on barrels and jewelry and dragons and such. And still - pain, deafening pain. He wanted it gone.

The chapel doors were ajar, and Ashton slipped inside.

[to heeere (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/378303.html?thread=30296767#t30296767), moving with Edward-mun's permission]

[simpleastherain.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/378303.html?thread=30011583#t30011583)]

As they moved into the hallway, Orihime lowered her voice slightly and pointed her flashlight ahead again. "What's yours? Your fake name and room number? Kuchiki-kun said I should know but I keep forgetting to ask people..."

[diamondstorm]

She followed the other girl silently, while committing the name and number to memory. Orihime, Amaya, F32. "I'm not completely sure. I'm going to ask a nurse tomorrow what my name is supposed to be. I think one called me Reiko." She frowned, realizing she didn't check her room number when she left it. Bad form. "I was going to post them on the Bulletin Board for another when I find out what they are. Take note of them if you need anything." A beat. "Do you know why we're supposed to exchange them?"

The confused Digimon had to ask. "What are Gundams?"

[constellates.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/369031.html?thread=30289031#t30289031)]

Now that she knew where she was going - just north, right? - she was walking in front of Claire. She liked to lead the way with her flashlight, and she liked that she felt like she was guarding the boys. Not that she really had anything to guard with, but whatever. Yeah, there was a fight up ahead - they'd have to be quick to get around it. Alkaid didn't really feel like jumping in like this without some kind of weapon, though. She could hit someone with a flashlight, maybe, but it wouldn't be any good without a blade on it..

She turned her head to look back, making sure Badou was doing okay with the larger-framed Clark on his back. "You look like you're gonna crumple like that, old man. I don't think it's too far from here, so use, uh, the force of your dying will or something if you need to run like hell."

[her-lion.livejournal.com]

The vampire did not give them any warning. His arrival was completely unannounced, no matter how much the animalistic growl was rising in his throat, following the explosion of venom in his mouth... the scent of so much blood in the air had caused an instantaneous change in him. He was no longer even vaguely human, as he had been in the previous battle.

His speed allowed him to cross the floor of the hallway in a mere second - grabbing the first girl to enter through the doors by the shoulders and sliding her across the floor to slam against the opposite wall, with him crouched on top of her.

The thirst's demand was immediate; Edward bent his head down towards the girl's torso, soaking up the blood he could reach on her front with his tongue, positioning himself so he could hold down her arms with his hands as he greedily fed. He paid little heed to her comrades, only the intoxicating scent they had dragged in with them.

[his-singer.livejournal.com]

She had been too late.

By the time Bella raced into the hallway where she had heard Edward, she couldn’t see him anywhere. There were no sounds, no lights, only her and her single flashlight. Desperation flooded every part of her being, and she let out a sob of defeat before resting her back against the wall to her left.

Allowing her pipe to clang with a dull metallic clang against the floor, she lifted her uninjured arm so she could press her hand against her eyes (albeit the hand was bloodied, but at that point she could care less) so she could try and force the tears back into her head. She was so angry, so disappointed with herself – if she had been a little bit faster, perhaps a little less careless … he would still be there.

“Edward …” Bella whimpered out pitifully, sliding down the wall with a soft thud, a shiver of pain shooting up her spine. She was going to be bruised in the morning thanks to that monster – she could feel it already.

[her-lion.livejournal.com]

The sweetest blood in eighty years.

The smell hit him like a wave, almost as powerful as the first day. And he was drawn to it, inevitably - he followed the sweet wafting of her scent slowly through the darkness; a pace slow enough to be human, almost clumsy. The sound of the pipe striking the floor was like a bell -

- and then the vampire was crouched in front of her, his crimson eyes on level with her brown ones. He was covered in blood, none of it his, and yet the smell in front of him was so much better than any of the others'. He reached an arm out slowly, so close to touching her - a few more inches, and he could cut open her neck with a nail; he could finally relieve the monster of its desire...

But Edward froze, moments away, even his chest going still. No air went through his lungs and he didn't blink or speak; he watched her silently, as still as an ice sculpture, and just as cold.

Hesitating. Frozen by something that wasn't an order imprinted into his thoughts.

[1mperturbable.livejournal.com]

[From Here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/369031.html)]

Entering into the middle hallway, Cloud first noticed the dead open space to his left. He was about to go and explore when the sounds of scuffling met with his ears. He flexed his shoulder with the intention of going to help whoever was tangling with who, but his arm was sore and his side was not much better. He would, unfortunately, have to by-pass any fight. He promised himself that once he was bandaged, he could return to join in the fight. He simply hoped that the battle did not find him first.

He listened to the sound of skirmishing and moved fast through the main portion of the hallway. He clutched the sword in his hand in case anything did come flying out of no where, but it appeared that whatever was going on did not require his involvement and he slipped away to another hallway.

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