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damned_institute2008-07-09 12:18 pm
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Nightshift 33: Staff-Only Food Counter
[from here]
Now that the Bride was inside the small cafeteria where the nurses and other staff obviously had their meals, the Bride moved slowly and cautiously. Being less familiar with this area than the others, she turned her flashlight on and kept the beam pointed down. Just as she'd thought the previous night; there was nothing of use here.
Focusing on the door to the kitchen, pleased to see that it didn't show any signs of having been forced open like the previous night, she allowed herself a tiny smile. A sharp kick to the door, near the knob, and the lock gave.
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Now that the Bride was inside the small cafeteria where the nurses and other staff obviously had their meals, the Bride moved slowly and cautiously. Being less familiar with this area than the others, she turned her flashlight on and kept the beam pointed down. Just as she'd thought the previous night; there was nothing of use here.
Focusing on the door to the kitchen, pleased to see that it didn't show any signs of having been forced open like the previous night, she allowed herself a tiny smile. A sharp kick to the door, near the knob, and the lock gave.
[to here]
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The Bride slammed the door to the kitchen shut behind her and leaned back against the frame. She rest there a moment, finally catching her breath, before pushing herself off the door and over to the nearby counter. Setting the bundle containing the other knives and setting the chef knife she'd been using on top of it, the Bride shined her flashlight at her right arm, attempting to ascertain the extent of her injuries.
The bandaged on the arm were blackened from the fire and she could see spots of red as well as the oozing substance in a few places on her forearm that indicated melted skin to her. The severe burn, on top of her existing electrical burn did not make for a happy ex-assassin. She prodded at her arm tentatively, whimpering just a bit (since no one else was there) when the contact sent fresh fire shooting up her arm. Had she been holding anything at that moment, she would have dropped it.
At least there wasn't nerve damage, meaning they weren't quite third degree burns. That was something positive.
Regardless, she couldn't just peel the bandages off herself, not unless she wanted to lose all the skin on her arm and propagate a nasty infection, so the Bride resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to visit that clinic some of the other prisoners had created. At least they'd have fresh bandages and maybe some burn creme. And painkillers.
Gathering the bundle up in her right hand, she wielded the knife in her left hand. She needed to see if Mion had made it to her room before heading to that damn clinic.
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It wasn't that unlike the space where the patients took meals, if a little... homier, somehow. Probably the size. Smaller space meant less room for something to hide, but less room for them too. Seiya glanced at Leon, between checking corners and tables for signs of danger. "This room, or the next?" Probably, the knives would be in the kitchen, right? Behind here. She could see where the door had already been kicked in when the flashlight passed over the door frame, and some other marks she would have to look at more closely as they approached. "I think something's in there."
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So there was the possibility of danger, and the room had probably already been raided. "Worth even going in there, you think?"
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She inhaled deeply too, then ran her finger along the edge of the doorway, where someone had apparently leaned against it for a moment. "Blood, whoever left there didn't stop to bandage up or at least put something against their wounds. Maybe the patient, or patients, didn't have the time."
Seiya leaned back, crossing her arms with the broom-staff held lightly, frowning some more. "So either they got what they wanted, and ran like hell, or they didn't get what they wanted and ran like hell. I smell burning too. If it's something a patient did, then the thing on the other side is tougher than we probably are, and if it's not, then I don't want to be set on fire at the moment."
And with that, she sighed and her posture went more casual, to a wide shrug. "I don't want a knife that badly, especially if they might all be taken anyway."
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Nothing for it. There was only one way for them to go--back the way they came. Without any further discussion, Leon turned on his heel and headed back out to the patio.
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...definitely too late. Adelheid grimaced as he looked at the broken door before him; clearly someone had had an idea similar to his own. That was quite aggravating, especially if it had been more than one person. If there was no metal left behind, he couldn't hope to fulfill the order that he'd promised, and that wasn't a thought he wanted to entertain. Well, only one thing to do; go forward and see what was left.
((Which he is. To here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/399791.html) ))