Nightshift 33: M71-80

[el-lolly-eat.livejournal.com]

L was not going to waste any time tonight talking tonight. The moment the doors unlocked, he picked up his flashlight and radio and headed out into the hallway. As he moved, he scanned the darkness for potential dangers lurking in the shadows. Naomi would not be around yet to protect him should he encounter something unpleasant, but so far his encounters with the creatures of the institute had been few. Hopefully that luck would continue tonight and his trip to the file room would go smoothly.

It wasn’t long after he stepped out into the hall that his radio came on. L listened to it intently as he moved. The shielding… Someone was trying to press the fact that they had somehow gotten into the mainframe and messed with it. As much as he was tempted to investigate this shield, he had other matters that needed to be tended to tonight. Besides the birds would attack him if he ventured outdoors.

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[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

[starting in M74]

Armand seldom paid much attention to the voices from the air. Dr. Landel on the intercom never said anything helpful, and he'd never had the habit of listening to the radio. But he was still in the room when the small device that stayed forgotten on his desk had come alive with that disturbing... what? Armand hadn't listened to Mr. Radio before, but he'd heard the name a few times since the man's death. Wasn't he dead? Armand couldn't understand how he was hearing the voices, even so different, when one of the men was dead. Then again, with everything else, ghosts at Landel's Institute wouldn't surprise him.

But the message about the walls--an unseen barrier. He and Bridget had talked about that earlier. He'd asked Bridget to possibly test those barriers. Oh God!

"Mon dieu," he muttered out loud, not caring that his roommate was still there in the dark with him. For the first time, he put the little radio in one of his coat pockets and searched around for the other meager supplies he carried with him: a folded pillowcase, a few pens and his journal with the partial map Javert had given him. By the time he had everything gathered, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The darkened hallway wasn't such a hazard then.

He knew if he hurried he wouldn't likely run into much danger on the way to where he met Citan and TK. Even if he was desperately worried about Bridget, he didn't even know where the boy's room was. He'd never asked.

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M80

[devourthem.livejournal.com]

Heat was more than ready. His roommate was boring, dinner was disgusting, he was hungry.

There was nothing more than that single line of thought - so he wasted no time in solving the last problem. He ignored the intercoms, the radios, the roommate. He tore through the drawers, looking for an item he had been neglecting for a few nights; it would be more than useful in the hunt, even if he could manage another half-tuning.

Heat clutched the bone-white scorpion claw between two fingers, grabbing his flashlight with his other hand on his hasty exit out.

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

Sano had tried to listen to the talking, but hell if it made any sense to him. Maybe Kenshin would have some idea, or this Robin guy they were supposed to meet up with. Sanosuke could hope so anyway. He grabbed his lightstick and headed for the door, thankful at least that dinner had been good. And a hell of a lot more filling than those damn tiny tomatoes at that.

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[strayfag]

Badou didn't say much of anything to his roommate when he left. He'd pretty much shut up when the announcement came on. He didn't know any of this place's history and he had some bare notes to go on but he got the obvious bits; someone had hacked their unhackable system and it was very possible to jump the walls and skip town.

Well, Badou was all for that idea. Except for one thing the triumphant hacker had probably overlooked: if the security was so fucked that the prisoners could get out, then they were throwing the doors wide for just about every other beastie in the place. Bye bye city.

He managed to rustle up a flashlight and radio, the latter to be stuffed into his pocket with his copy of the map. Badou was good with directions if he had a general layout.

A couple of pens went into the other pocket before he left. Fuck fighting. If something came at him, he was going to throw them and run like hell.

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Heiji looked at the page, then at the door marked M77. Shrugging, he kneeled down, slipped the page under the door, and ran back to his own hallway.

[visualize.livejournal.com]

There came a point where Jade knew that it was best not to question things and instead adapt to the situation. While he wasn't exactly pleased to have discovered that he slept through the entire day again, he came to accept that this simply wasn't his own wrongdoing. After all, incompetence was never really his forte, and he wasn't about to pick up the habit any time soon.

As usual, the colonel quickly prepared himself for the night, tucking the meat cleaver into his coat pocket before doing the same with his radio and notebook.

He spoke not a word as he stepped out into the hallway, pressing up his glasses to the bridge of his nose before continuing on his way.

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M75

[1mperturbable.livejournal.com]

The little shurikens were gone. He had been certain that he had tucked them away safely, but he had been unable to find them with the rest of his belongings. He knew that Yuffie would be disappointed. She would probably rag on him a bit for lying to her, which he really had not. He was also disappointed. Did that mean that real weapons were not usable come the next night?

He shrugged into his bag with his considerable amount of weapons and a few medical supplies and headed out. That intercom post had been interesting, and his conversation with Leon made him think that trying to walls again would be a good way to see if he would get pushed backwards. He was starting to believe it might not.

He walked south down the hallway, thinking that going upstairs would benefit his purpose before he attempted to head outside.

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[scaredy-crow.livejournal.com]

The radio message had surprised Crane quite a bit, and he began to suspect that he and the other patients had gotten dragged into a fight of some sort...or rather, that they were being treated like experiments and that someone from the outside was trying to help.

He stuck around for a little while after his roommate left, trying to see if there would be anything else coming from the radio or intercom, but after a while he decided he should probably go search around the other side of the institute and try to memorize its layout. He grabbed his flashlight and, almost as an afterthought, his journal before heading out for the night.

[beloved-less.livejournal.com]

Soubi pushed himself out of bed. He was feeling a little anxious, not that he'd admit it even to himself. If he admitted it, it would become more real. And if it became anymore real than it already was he'd lose all nerve to leave his room at all.

He hadn't seen Ritsuka in such a long time. At first it was pride that had kept him from harassing Ritsuka's roommate. And then fear. Was Ritsuka ok? Was he still here? Was he rejecting Soubi? The nurses (who he was not so ashamed to ask) had all told him that Ritsuka was simply in need of rest. He decided he had to be content in believing them until now.

But it was time to find his Sacrifice.

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[ditched-again.livejournal.com]

The Star Dragon Sword woke up with a start as his small form bolted upright on the bed. This was the second time in two nights that he’d been late in rising, and judging by Ryuga’s absence, he held no doubt that he had slept in yet again. He knew it was all because of the useless bag of flesh he was trapped within. Human bodies were useless in that regard – not to mention entirely inefficient.

Withdrawing the dagger from beneath his pillow, the Night Rune slipped down from the bed and made his way out to the hall, before disappearing down to the following one.

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