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damned_institute2008-09-25 02:36 am
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[Nightshift 35] Stairwell By Nurses' Station 1-B
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Miku pushed open the door to get away from the smell wafting down the main corridor. She swallowed some of the bile down that threatened to surge up into her throat and sighed. Her face felt hot, and her hands seemed clammy. Miku worried if there was something she would see tomorrow night, and hoped she didn't know the victim.
Her thoughts turned to Ritsuka, and her stomach dropped into her knees. "Sousuke," she squeezed her new boyfriend's (again, that was such a weird... word to use) hand and shined her light up the stairwell. "You don't see anything, do you?"
Miku pushed open the door to get away from the smell wafting down the main corridor. She swallowed some of the bile down that threatened to surge up into her throat and sighed. Her face felt hot, and her hands seemed clammy. Miku worried if there was something she would see tomorrow night, and hoped she didn't know the victim.
Her thoughts turned to Ritsuka, and her stomach dropped into her knees. "Sousuke," she squeezed her new boyfriend's (again, that was such a weird... word to use) hand and shined her light up the stairwell. "You don't see anything, do you?"
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How long could Kaiji's bravery and leadership ability last? Well, his track record on that front wasn't so good. A few hours at most, maybe, and even that depended on several factors. He hadn't figured out this 'gamble' yet, and as he moved along he fluctuated on his opinion of whether it really was going to turn into some ridiculous massive game or if it was just an experiment or something. Hadn't that bastard debt collector said that Kaiji would be forced into manual labor before knocking him out? This was more like being a lab rat.
Ascending the stairs at a moderate pace, Kaiji kept his eyes ahead and his fingers spread out to let a decent amount of light shine. He assumed that the others following would at least be competent enough to know to watch for anything that might chase them down from behind.
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The two men seemed to be approaching this expedition with an attitude that suggested not so much enthusiasm as a sense of necessity. And a near-certainty of doom and/or death. Essentially, it was kind of like being back home and being with shinigami who rather resented dragging along a 4th Division healer on an expedition. Thus reassured of his place in the group, Hanatarou followed along after them with about as cheerful a heart as he could manage under the circumstances.
Though maybe he should have torn the contents of his bag into bandages before leaving his room - that would be a waste of precious time if they were needed. He'd have to make a note of that for the next night, if he didn't find any supplies on this trip.
[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/465075.html?thread=38054835#t38054835)]