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Nightshift 34: M-C Block Bathrooms

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Matt pushed the door open cautiously, hoping against anything not to run across another dead monstrosity lying on the bathroom tiles. Thankfully it became clear that no one else had visited the stalls yet this evening after a few quick glances.

Just to be on the safe side, he avoided pointing his flashlight towards any of the mirrors. (In fact, he tried to keep from looking in that direction at all.) Matt wasn't afraid of the dark, but some of the things in this building scared the everliving shit out of him.

If he was lucky he wouldn't have to wait long, but if something nasty showed he was hightailing it out of there.

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(From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/429430.html))

Heiji threw the door open to the bathroom, having obviously ran at full-speed to the appointed location upon hearing the announcement. He was winded a little, but not so much that he couldn't grin up at Matt and speak.

"Hey man, sorry! Robin, righ'? Yeah, sorry, had to deal with a transaction, but I'm done now! Jus' heard the announcement, so I ran over!" He pulled out his radio to indicate. "You the grunt, or the brainy-type?"

There was one of the two at least. Matt didn't like the idea of waiting in these bathrooms any longer than he had to. He did raise an eyebrow at the question. Normally he might have asked what type he looked like, but in this place not every fighter stood out as one. "Brainy," he answered with a smirk, pointing at his glasses. "At least I suppose I am. If you've brought a gun or something ranged I might be able to stand in the back row and shoot things."

He held out his hand. "And yeah. I'm Robin."

"A gun? Damn, if we could find a gun, that'd be sweet!" Heiji laughed. "But no, no gun. I barely have a weapon m'self." Since he'd handed over his pipe to Adel, all he had left were his scalpels. Probably not the best idea, but... couldn't be helped.

"Hattori Heiji," the teen detective took Matt's hand and shook it firmly, grinning away. "Y'can call me Hattori or Heiji or whatever. I don't much care, s'long as it's legal." He laughed.

"Anyway!" His grin fell into the smirk he always wore when advancing on a case. "Any ideas 'bout the radio?" He'd hear what Matt had to say, then he'd tell Matt what he was thinking. He looked around the bathroom. "Kuroba s'not here?"

Once again Matt was made aware of the lack of firearms available here. Obviously he hadn't been the only one asking about them, not that this was surprising.

"Kuroba's the last of our trio, right? No, it's just been me so far." Hopefully nothing had happened to the last member of their group between his room and here. That wasn't a mess he wanted to deal with. It was bad enough they had to go after whatever clues they were given over the radio.

"You realize anything good in this place is going to have something nasty watching over it, right?" Hell, the chemical storage room had an invisible will-sucking creature and then a spider the room over. He could only imagine what might be somewhere that had actually been announced. "Are you and Kuroba fighters at all?"

"'Course I do. Been here a while, y'know," Heiji said, raising an eyebrow at Matt and lacing his hands behind his head. "Fought some nasty stuff in th'hallways. Not pretty.

"Anyway, yeah, Kuroba's the last. We're from th' same place, so we know each other, more're less. And if you were him, you'd know that I'm trained 'n every discipline my mom knows--and that's a hell of a lot."

To demonstrate, hands still clasped behind his head, Heiji jumped clear onto the sink and balanced with one foot on the tap. "I know some shit," he grinned down from his perch. "How 'bout you?"

And he'd been given a show-off. Great.

Matt smirked again. "Nah, I told you all I can do. Brains, remember? I was just hoping they hadn't gone and stuck three brainy blokes together in a situation that would involve things that go chomp in the night. Wouldn't have been very bright of them." He knew his place, at least. For the most part.

It seemed as though he was getting teamed up with members of the club that already knew each other. The night before it had been Himura and Sano. Most likely they were feeling him out - seeing how trustworthy he was. Made sense enough.

"Guess we wait on your friend. Unless you wanted to solve the clues without him."

"Mm..." Heiji bounced a little on the pipe, looking up at the ceiling in thought. When Kudo thought, he dribbled a soccer ball. When Heiji thought, he did martial arts or fidgeted with whatever he had on hand. So this was really both, essentially.

"Well, I won't deny that I am on the brainy side. 'M a detective back home. Best in the west, in fact. And Kuroba ain't much of a fighter either, so anythin' we come up against, we have to be damn sure we c'n handle it. Otherwise someone could end up dead, if y'know what I mean.

"Anyway, he isn't a detective like I am, but he's got a good head on his shoulders. He'll have somethin' t'input no doubt.

"But, until then," Heiji jumped down off the sink. "Any thoughts?"

When Matt thought, or did practically anything, he played a video game and/or smoked a cigarette. Given that he hadn't had either for a couple days, he was currently reigning in a somewhat shorter temper than usual. "A detective, huh?"

Trying to imagine this kid working on the Kira case made him raise an eyebrow. his world was either fictional or some messed up version of his own. Hell, maybe he was from Wammy's in a different time period - not that he was going to ask. He was dwelling on this too much.

In any case, it looked like they were being sent on what might as well be a monster hunt with only one fighter between them. Wonderful.

"I'll admit I haven't spent as much time in this hellhole as you probably have, so you'd have a better idea of the layout of the place. The last clue brings to mind the autopsy rooms my group was just outside last night." And that place wasn't safe even without it holding an answer to a clue on the radio.

"Ah, a new kid, then? Sorry t'hear that," Heiji said with a sigh. He was still wondering about Tyler, to be honest. His roommate hadn't shown up that night, just like Steve before him. But he and Steve hadn't really got along, so it wasn't the hugest of tragedies. Still... to be in the Institute for one day and then be taken or killed? What sort of sense did that make?

"Yeah, 'm a detective. From Osaka. In Japan. Mostly worked with murders'n kidnappings. Stuff like that." Heiji shrugged. He liked being the best detective in the west, but it wasn't something that he wanted to continue doing forever. People were being killed after all. No one really wanted that to keep happening--no one that solved cases of this nature, at least. "But now, I have to put my thoughts t'this sort of stuff. Which I don't mind at all.

"So-- I agree with you on the autopsy room, or at least that vicinity. Maybe the lab that Kuroba and I were in a few nights ago. As for the room ev'ryone passes over... not sure on that one. Maybe that fridge before th' trapdoor that leads inta th'basement. And obviously, the room where all the staff gets fit must be some sort of staff-only gym or whatnot. Where that could be, though... probably somewhere near the locker room. That's on the second floor next to the pharmacy."

Matt supposed some people might consider solving riddles like this preferable to solving murders. Death wasn't always a fun subject. From what he knew of L, though, stuff like this wouldn't even be worth his time. That was left for kids like this one. But Matt wasn't L, and he had a task to accomplish.

He gave a slight chuckle when the basement was brought up. "Funny. I'd think the first place anyone here would want to get to would be home. Shame no one knows the quickest route to that." There was the outside, beyond the walls, but somehow Matt didn't think it would be that easy. Never mind that whatever barrier had been out there hadn't been down for long. The might not classify as something the patients had been going after for a while.

"As far as the nurses and orderlies are concerned, you're probably right about the gym. Barring that, I suppose there's any place they get their food, but the first option is still the most likely."

[From here]

Hattori and a guy that Kaito hadn't seen before were already in the bathroom by the time he'd arrived. The stranger must have been the 'Robin' they were working with tonight; he could hear him discussing the radio's clues with Hattori.

"Hey," Kaito greeted the pair as he approached. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

He looked towards the stranger, trying to make out his face in the faint light. "You must be Robin, right? I'm Kuroba Kaito."

Heiji turned when he heard someone enter the bathroom, his face instantly breaking into a wide grin. "Kuroba! Was gettin' worried, y'jerk!" The detective socked Kaito good-naturedly in the shoulder.

"Yeah, tha's Robin. Not much, ain't he?" He laughed and winked at Matt. Always joking, this one. "So, we're thinkin' autopsy room, th'lab we were in when we were attacked by those damn cats, some sorta gym near the locker room by the pharmacy and... possibly the fridge with the trapdoor innit.

"Though..." Heiji reached behind his head as though groping for something. He quickly masked the gesture by rubbing the back of his head. "Y'make a good point, Robin. People wanna go home. S'maybe... the entryway? What d'you think Kuroba? Which one should we head fer?"

Not much? Some nerve these two kids had. It wasn't meant as a direct insult, so he didn't take it as one, but all the same - who did these kids think they were? Matt supposed they had to have some use if they'd already survived in the Institute for this long.

"I doubt there's anything at the entryway. if it was sure means of escape, maybe. But it isn't. Then the freezer is right in the middle of the Institute, through some larger areas where there's bound to be a brainwashed patient or two. Seeing as both other option are upstairs, I think it would be a safe bet to at least head in that direction." They'd made it up there without too much trouble the night before, at least until they'd found Mello.

Kaito glanced at Robin. It was true that he looked smaller than either of them, but to say he 'wasn't much'...? "I dunno; he seems alright," he said, grinning playfully at Hattori. "Better than you, at least, Harley."

The grin lessened in the face of more serious topics. "Anyway, I'm with Robin. Outside in general could be where everyone wants to head in order to escape, but the front door? It's gotta be locked. That probably rules it out as one of the solutions. If what the riddle meant really was the fridge, what's 'bypassed' could be the pantries in there."

He shrugged. "In any case, heading upstairs for the other two riddles sounds like a good course of action."

"Oi, oi, oi, no need for name callin', Crowe. S'not my fault if you 'n Mr. Hood here can' take a joke!" He laughed.

"But yeah, le's head upstairs. Locker room, yeah? That area's gotta be less populated. Nobody seems t' really care abou' the pharmacy or wha's over there."

Heiji cracked his neck and the joints in his hands. "Anyway, le's bounce. If we don' come back with somethin', once Homura-han snaps outta it, he'll roast us if we don' make ourselves useful, yeah?" The detective winked at Robin, then tapped Kaito on the shoulder with the back of his hand. "Move out!"

(Skippin' a few halls t'here! (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/421130.html?thread=35457546#t35457546))

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