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damned_institute2008-07-09 11:24 am
diamondstorm) wrote in damned_institute2008-07-09 11:24 am
NIGHTSHIFT 33: F11-F20 HALLWAY
For a moment, Renamon paused. That was more unsettling than she'd care to admit. She needed to get out of here.
Ignoring her instinct to leave the small cramped room immediantely, she snatched at her map again, and made some adjustments to her night's plan. Still, weapons first, and for that she had to move. She grabbed three pens and stuck them in the waistband of her pants, and held a fourth in her hand with the flashlight. It wouldn't come on for a little bit. She knew this part.
She didn't know what was going on. Not at all. It was bothering her, and setting her on edge; nicely ruining the calm she had worked to achieve.
Don't think, Renamon. Move.
[to here]
Ignoring her instinct to leave the small cramped room immediantely, she snatched at her map again, and made some adjustments to her night's plan. Still, weapons first, and for that she had to move. She grabbed three pens and stuck them in the waistband of her pants, and held a fourth in her hand with the flashlight. It wouldn't come on for a little bit. She knew this part.
She didn't know what was going on. Not at all. It was bothering her, and setting her on edge; nicely ruining the calm she had worked to achieve.
Don't think, Renamon. Move.
[to here]