Nightshift 34: Main Hallway, 1-West

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The shinigami padded silently down the hallway, keeping to the left-side wall and her hand upon her sword's hilt. Her eyes scanned the area surorunding her as she continued on to the next hallway, especially the nurses' stations as she neared them. This would be a horrible time for her to get attacked by a nurse or two. Thankfully, the halls were empty, btu she didn't drop her guard. She knew better.

Almost there.

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Dammit. Apparently, he was losing his edge or Hijikata was getting far too good at reading him. It was probably both. If Hijikata could keep moving despite his injuries, then Okita should have been able to do the same. It should have been a simple matter of putting the pain out of mind, ignoring the fatigue and the smell of blood lingering beneath his clothes, but he was failing. Why?

"If you wish." He turned and leaned against the wall next to Hijikata, watching the darkness around them. No one seemed to be coming and the silence that settled after either of them spoke said they were alone. Tomorrow, he'd sneak off and get a good few hours of training in at the rundown park or something. He needed it. He could feel himself slipping. With his back up against the wall, Okita glanced at Hijikata and decided that small talk was a good way to get his mind off things. "What are you going to do tomorrow, Hijikata-san?"

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Hijikata pondered, trying to ignore the pain of his own injuries. He wasn't as badly injured as Souji - only a few slices across the stomach, nothing deeper than a few inches - but it was enough to slow him badly. Only their careful pace so far had let him hide it.

It was an excellent question. He had no idea what the world was like outside this institution, much less in the daylight.

"...What is there to do?" he responded at last, gaze sweeping the hall's shadows again in reflexive caution.

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"There's a proper town out there, but it's a ride away. They put us on..." Okita paused as he tried to think of the term, tugging at a stray thread on his yukata. "Buses - big motorized cart...things. It's a little unpleasant, but it's the fastest mode of transportation. After that, we're free to do as we wish. They also give us things called 'coupons' we can use places, to exchange for goods and services."

The thread snapped off and Okita rolled it between his fingers, hiding it in his sleeve. "If I remember correctly...it's not a large town, but it does have a bit of everything. I didn't get far last time before they sedated me for playing too rough with someone." With Hijikata watching, Okita listened, but he heard nothing approaching and fell back into his explanation. "There are a good number of stores. Perhaps we can find you a better replacement than that pen, hm?"