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Nightshift 34: M101-M110 Hallway

Another remarkably silent dinner, but Scar hadn't been in the mood for talking anyway.

At first he hesitated to move out for tonight, but eventually found himself stumbling along the hallway just outside of his room. As tempting as it was to stay in his room and sleep, a way to escape wasn't going to present itself if he stayed merely stayed inside.

And if there was anything the feline currently wanted, it was to return home like nothing had ever happened, back on his rightful throne. Home was strangely simple compared to this. No human bodies to get used to, no human habits, no monsters during the night and especially no strangers that knew all about him.

It was difficult to come to terms with.

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Originally, Matt had planned on bringing Mello's things to him, but having not had the opportunity to get the blond's room number (or rather, not being given it because he'd already half-threatened his life) the best Matt could do was leave his own room number in a note to the history club group he was supposed to be meeting with. This was probably for the best, anyway. Now it could be found by anyone who needed to reach him - the history club, Mello, and then even L. Of course on the other end, this meant Near knew the location as well.

Whatever. He'd probably end up being the go-between anyway. Somehow "gopher" had ended up in his job description.

He'd flipped through the file only enough to know it was the Institute's information on Mello - about what he'd expected from the beginning. Hopefully the blond would get whatever he was looking for from it. The chemicals from the night before were stashed in his dresser, so he pulled them out and set them on his bed. Then he waited, pacing about out of sheer boredom and lack of nicotine.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/427602.html?thread=34696018#t34696018)]

Finally. Mello gave a grunt of annoyance as he tucked his flashlight under his arm long enough to give the door a solid rap. The knock was more of an announcement than a request, and without hesitation he twisted the knob and shoved the door open.

"These hallways are a goddamn rat maze," he grumbled as he returned the flashlight to his hand. Most likely, Matt had better things to do than listen to him complain, but that knowledge had never stopped him before and it sure as hell wasn't going to stop him now.

"Well congratulations," Matt clapped with little enthusiasm as Mello arrived. "I have your cheese." The file was handed out first while the pillowcase with the chemicals followed in his other hand.

It wasn't as though he was in any hurry to get moving and meet the other History Club folks. Rather, he'd prefer to arrive fashionably late if possible. He'd been in the bathrooms his group was meeting up in before. A return visit hadn't been on his agenda.

"Good luck scaling the wall tonight," he couldn't help adding with a smirk.

Mello gave a grunt of indeterminate significance as he opened the folder and narrowed his eyes. This was what L had found? It resembled the folders he'd taken at Sai's request, but as soon as he scanned the text a cool discomfort washed over him. It wasn't the truth, but it was a little too close for his preferences.

"So this is the type of junk they make up about us," he said, snapping the folder shut with an irritated shrug. He was sure Matt had already paged through the thing, but even if there was no reason to lie, there were some habits he wasn't comfortable relinquishing. "I can't take it with me. I'll grab it from you later." He held the folder out with one hand as he reached for the pillowcase with the other.

Scaling the wall. Right. Although he'd heard the same news as the other patients, Mello was not hopeful about escape. This Jill woman couldn't operate without Landel's consent, and whether she knew it or not, she was playing good cop to his bad cop. He suspected that this new playing field had been offered to distract patients from the interior of the institute, and he was annoyed to be assigned to such an obvious diversion.

"Aside from the oxygen canisters, the supply closets on the east side are pretty much useless," Mello said as he passed the flashlight to his other hand. "If you come across a computer, though, it's password-protected. Have fun."

Matt took the folder back. Walking over to his bed, he lifted one corner of the mattress up briefly before tossing the file underneath. At least Mello had seen it.

At the blond's comments he gave a light "hmph." It was a given that Mello would pay attention to his affairs, but that didn't mean he had to be totally pleased with it. He wasn't going to admit that the comments were helpful either. "I'll keep that in mind," he muttered. In reality, it all depended on what the people in his group were after.

He didn't like the comment about the computer. Mello knew he could hack his way through most things, so the password protection involved must be abnormally difficult to break. His group might not even give him the time to mess with it should they reach it.

With that settled, Mello turned back to the doorway. The sooner they started on their plans for the night, the better. No one knew how much time they had, but it was possible that he'd already lost long minutes in travel and conversation.

Which reminded him.

"Hang on," Mello said, carefully lowering the bag of chemicals to the floor and then dropping the other pillowcase with a little less caution. He undid the knot with a quick tug and pulled out a thin cardboard box, which he flipped open with his thumb. "Here's the needle for the watchmaker, if he's still interested." A second later, a rubber-capped plastic and metal syringe was offered.

"Oh. Right." Matt took the syringe and placed it in the top drawer of the dresser, wrapped in a shirt. Carrying it around tonight wouldn't be the best of ideas. He'd look up the man in the morning. Why did it have to be so hard to get things delivered in this place.

"Guess that's it, then. Try to avoid the shadows, won't you?" He smirked again. He honestly didn't know how someone would really go about avoiding one of those will-draining creatures, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to bother Mello about it all the same.

Mello rolled his eyes as he knotted the pillowcase and turned back to the door. "Right," he grunted. If he made it past the walls of the institute, he imagined that he'd encounter a line of defense a little more bloodthirsty than the wraith-like being that had touched him the previous night. The thought was reassuring. Even though his will had returned, Mello would much rather spend a few days healing from physical wounds than a few minutes affected by particular brand of powerlessness.

He didn't know how much time he'd lost already, so he'd have to make it to Usopp's quickly. Luckily, the pirate's room was next to the room in which he'd meet his group. With a quick nod, Mello stepped through the door and headed back to his own block.

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Edited 2008-08-15 21:23 (UTC)

That taken care of, Matt grabbed his own flashlight and prepared to meet with whatever jokers he'd been set up with this time around. Radio clues? this history club business might be more trouble than it was worth.

Zelgadis ventured out of his room after Robin, his (he supposed) new roommate.

Mason had said the sun room? After a full week of forgetting his light shiner and map, Zelgadis was thankful to have them.

Now which way...?

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