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damned_institute2008-09-20 08:03 pm
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Nightshift 35: West Wing, North Hall 1-B
((From here.))
As Claude continued up the hallway, he made sure to walk slowly and quietly. So far it looked like he was the only person around here, making him an easy target in an ambush or something. A small part of him realized he didn't have the same knack for spotting an incoming attack like Ashton or Dias. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't at least try, right? Maybe the limitations Landel's had placed on him made him sub-par in some people's eyes, but he would still do his best.
His flashlight passed over an entrance into another block of rooms, and the blond paused. Was this where he needed to go? There was only one way to find out.
After briefly casting a glance over his shoulder, Claude ventured into the next hallway.
((To here.))
As Claude continued up the hallway, he made sure to walk slowly and quietly. So far it looked like he was the only person around here, making him an easy target in an ambush or something. A small part of him realized he didn't have the same knack for spotting an incoming attack like Ashton or Dias. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't at least try, right? Maybe the limitations Landel's had placed on him made him sub-par in some people's eyes, but he would still do his best.
His flashlight passed over an entrance into another block of rooms, and the blond paused. Was this where he needed to go? There was only one way to find out.
After briefly casting a glance over his shoulder, Claude ventured into the next hallway.
((To here.))
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Somewhere, Near thought he might have heard the faint sounds of struggle. But he even if he did have any desire to intervene, it wouldn't change the simple truth that he had no skill to offer, nor time to waste. Particularly not when he considered all he wished to accomplish.
So he ignored it, shining the light down what should be a familiar route, since it was no doubt the same path Brooklyn was led down on a daily basis. He did this for his own benefit, of course, since it allowed him to see straight ahead. But the light also made an excellent pointer.
"We'll follow this hall to it's end, then turn left. A short distance to the right will be a stairwell to the second floor. Once we have arrived there, we'll turn right, and be on the railing that over looks the Sun Room. That will be the quickest route."
Simple enough, really. Now there was just the matter of luck or whatever force determined the monster attacks remaining in their favor.
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He forced himself to keep moving. Too many people would be getting into trouble at night and he wouldn't be able to help them all. Not as he was now. It was difficult. If they came across a group close enough Brooklyn didn't know if he'd be able to keep himself from helping them.