Nightshift 36: F11-F20 Hallway

[diamondstorm]

The doors opened with a click, and Renamon didn't waste any time. She'd stop by that person's room from the Bulletin, and see if they had anything useful to say, and then she'd be off on her errands. Her spade and clay shard were in her waistband, staff and flashlight on hand. She would get something accomplished tonight.

She had to get something accomplished. Rika was waiting for her.

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[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

The oni had slept the entire dinner shift which was a blessing to the small shinigami. Momo was in too good of a mood that had Anya said anything to try and take that away, the change in mood would have been drastic and possibly even violent. Not that Momo could have hurt her anyways in her present condition.

Still, she felt lighter, almost complete, when she left the room. Hitsugaya loved her. He told her. He might have been sedated, but she knew it was true. She would probably never ever hear those exact same words again from the captain, but she didn't need to. She knew and that was enough. Now, to turn her mind to the night's mission.

She moved quietly down the hallway, her movements slower than normal, and her flashlight was off. She knew the paths of this block that her lack of sight in the one eye wasn't a burden. It shouldn't be a burden unless they came across something that was intent on killing them. Then.... well, she'd have to compensate and trust in her teammates.

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F12

[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

By the time Anya awoke from her nap, Momo had already left. But none of the other Scoobies were standing around looking awkward or poking her to wake her up, so Anya assumed she hadn't overslept too badly.

The novelty of not having to gather everything and rush off to Willow's room was rather soothing. She sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, swinging her legs back and forth.

Okay, soothing was turning into boring. Angel should have showed up by now, and Willow... should be here planning. And stuff. Not off doing whatever it was she was doing.

Re: F12

[bitofboth.livejournal.com]

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If this had been Angel's room he would have just barged in, but it wasn't Angel, it was Anya and he respected her much more than that.

He wasn't sure what to expect. The Anya he knew had died during the battle against the First. He knew better than to ever tell her that though, considering how freaked out she got about her mortality. Still... it would be nice to see her. She had always been the less crazy one of the group.

He tried not to think about the times she had tried to get into his pants again. He had had his body back for two days now and hadn't gotten laid yet (though he had gotten his arm and chest bitten and scratched to hell). He wasn't so sure he would be able to keep his mind off of it.

He put on his best 'charming' smile and knocked on the door, bracing himself for whatever might answer.

F18

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

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The route to Raine's room was starting to become like clockwork to Sheena. She left as soon as the doors unlocked, moved one hall up and then knocked on Raine's door. She wondered what the half-elf would do if something in that easy trek occurred to delay her or worse.

Not that anything really could; she was Mizuho after all.

Stopping before F18, as usual now, Sheena knocked on the door. "Raine! Hurry up!"

Re: F18

[per-ardua.livejournal.com]

"All right, all right." Raine opened the door; it wasn't like she had anything to change into, it didn't take long to grab her broom, and most of her usual nighttime reading material was kept in M35 anyway. "Let's go."

She could certainly use a few more pointers on physical combat, so the training session Sheena intended on sounded intriguing. Since it was being held nearby, she should be able to watch at least some of it.

Re: F18

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

Sheena stepped back to let Raine out and turned down the hallway. "So... I talked to Soubi," she said after a moment, her voice quiet.

[boot-i-licious.livejournal.com]

Rinali was out the door as soon as nightshift came. She turned on her light and proceeded down the hall to get to her old room. She didn't want to make Allen worry.

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F19

[mind-caster.livejournal.com]

Melissa jumped out of her chair when the intercom announcement came on, surprised despite how routine it was. The surrounding emotions had risen in intensity to the point where she could pick up random thoughts here and there through the walls, which should have warned her it was coming, but she'd halfway expected Claire to show up before the dinner shift ended. She should have showed up, actually. What was going on?

Melissa frowned at the empty bed across from her, the sheets freshly made as if no one had occupied it for a while. A small, easily ignored concern rose in her chest for a moment, then she turned around and headed for the closet. She could deal with where Claire was in the morning, and there were more important things to focus on.

The umbrella was right where she left it, lying against the back of the closet behind all the clothes. Melissa pulled out a large sweater and tried to tug it on, working awkwardly around her bandaged arm. She ended up having it lopsidedly around her midsection, but it kept her arm comfortable in its sling and allowed her to drag out the five-foot umbrella with her working one. Leaving it on the floor, she walked quickly back over to her mattress and felt around underneath for the knife.

She was not going to fail this time around.

[waiting to talk to Peter Petrelli for a split second~]

[mind-caster.livejournal.com]

Knife slid into waistband, umbrella laid gently across her bandaged arm so she could carry it easily, and Melissa was ready to try for the entry room. She didn't know what she would do if the front door was locked, but recent mindcasting ventures assured her it wouldn't be. Either way, she would make it outside the walls tonight. She had to.

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[floraltempest.livejournal.com]

MOMO didn't want to admit it, but seeing her mother had shaken her. On one hand, she'd been so happy to see her, talk to her, hug her... But on the other, having to hear her call her by another name, and talk about people she knew were gone had been... difficult.

The realian would've liked to spend the night alone in her room, but she'd already made a commitment. She'd never forgive herself if she didn't go meet up for her assignment, so for now she just needed to push her feelings aside for now. She'd done it before, so surely she could do it again.

After changing clothes and grabbing her flashlight, she headed out.

[mrmewmaker.livejournal.com]

Shiki would have paced back and forth through her room had she been able to. She had tried to sleep when she got back to her room, because she had no appetite for dinner after her shared visit with Neku. She couldn't believe what she had heard, and it made her feel a bit sick to her stomach if she thought about it too much.

She managed to get into her wheelchair, and waited just outside the door to her room for Orihime and the others.

[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

Orihime turned the hallway first and went straight to Shiki to understand while Kurogane brought the rest of the "group" with him. He let the older girl explain and kept silent, only watching. Shiki was still in that wheeled chair which, he decided, was better than having gone out like Fai (or maybe Ururu) had. Still, she shouldn't have waited in the hall.

[jokers-wildcard.livejournal.com]

Harley was sitting off the edge of her bed, blinking down at her uneaten dinner and trying to regain her focus. It had been a while since the last time she'd been sedated, this being the first time since being transferred out of Arkham. She hated shots passionately, and the emotionless disorientation that followed this particular kind was one of the most sickening feelings in the world.

Immediately following her visit with Red, she had been placed in the Sunny Room for hours... or maybe fifteen minutes. She couldn't tell either way. It all felt the same anyway, the world swirling around her in blurs of light and dark and voices. She didn't care to focus, even if she hadn't been drugged.

Red, her best friend, she thought Harley was crazy. She'd left her here, abandoned her. And worse yet, she said her darling was just a figment of her imagination. While under the influence of the drug, she did (just for a minute) entertain the idea before violently casting it aside.

No! She'd been just like this before, empty and hopeless, before her angel came and rescued her. Mr. J was her savior and her darling, and in return, he believed in her, confided in her, and loved her just as much. And if anyone thought they would shatter her faith in her puddin', even Red, they were dead wrong!

"I'll... I'll show them," she grumbled to herself under her breath, paying no attention to her surroundings as she wobbled to her feet in determination. "I'm not abandoning anyone. I'll get my family back... and then they'll see."

How much time had passed since her sedation, she couldn't tell, nor did she care. It was dark out, which meant the doors were open. Harley had recovered enough from the drug to focus around her, to coordinate movements again, to speak even if a bit labored and quiet. The world around her was moving slightly as though she were drunk, but she could manage walking.

She dropped to her knees slowly, as to not fall over completely, and fumblingly felt around below her bed. She had ensured it was there before the nurse came for her that morning, and if she had pushed it back far enough to avoid notice... there! Harley pulled out the small wrecking bar she had swiped from the hardware store during that little field trip the patients had been allowed to take. It was very light and not nearly as big as she would have preferred, but with enough force, it would be enough to take care of any rabbid cats she should run across.

Before anything else could be taken care of, she had a job to do... Snatching up her flashlight in one hand and clutching the wrecking bar in the other, she headed out the door.

[jokers-wildcard.livejournal.com]

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[givemeoblivion.livejournal.com]

Well that was problematic, wasn't it? The good Doctor had gone through all the trouble of giving them the ability to reach some new hidden area, yet he didn't actually have that area ready for them? How did that work? Were there still little peons scurrying around below digging out tunnels and designing wall furnishings?

Sighing, Callisto ignored her roommate and went about gathering up a couple things for the night. Light stick... was the closet pole back? That too, then. Hopefully this night wouldn't turn into a total bore.

[givemeoblivion.livejournal.com]

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[gald_digger]

It was nice chatting with Ami for the first time in a few days, and the friendly chitchat had put Anise in a better mood than she was in before dinner. She was still worried about her parents, Ion, and her other friends, but worrying wasn't going to get anyone closer to freedom. She had a mission, and she was going to get it done no matter what!

But radio duty sure sounded like a drag. It wasn't just because of how boring the wait was, either. Ever since the last time Anise tried following a radio clue, she had been suspicious of the woman dropping hints from afar. Was it just bad luck that they'd come out empty-handed? And was it always that dangerous?

The intercom came on with the nighttime announcements, and Anise realized she didn't have any more time to spend wondering about questions without answers. From the journal on her desk, she carefully tore out the pages containing maps, folded them until they were very small, then slipped them into the tiny pouch on Tokunaga's back. If the partner she was meeting tonight came unprepared, then they would at least have those to work with.

That being done, she placed the doll back in its usual place with its paws extended over her shoulders. From under her mattress she retrieved the metal pipe that served as a makeshift weapon, and from her dresser she grabbed the radio.

All set! Anise departed the room with a cheerful "Time to go. See you later!" to her roommate.

[gald_digger]

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F17

[diamondstorm]

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And then she was back in her quarters. The small room seemed cramped, and placed her less at ease then she would have thought. There was... too much silence, she thought. Too much silence in which she'd have to think.

She placed her things on the floor and stared at her bed.

And where should she go now?

Re: F17

[diamondstorm]

Renamon was just out of her trance, putting the things in the container in order, finding places on her person to stash the multitude of sharp things that she had found, breaking apart the scissors to make daggers, when the radio on her dresser sparked to life.

Heh. Of course. The night she has someone listening is when she herself hears it.

The girl's voice that came over it sounded hesitant, and unsure. Renamon couldn't find any respect for someone that sounded that much like a pawn. Though, she would head to one of the places, simply to see for herself what these clues held.

Not expecting much, Renamon turned towards the door, hands seemingly free. No staff, shard, or shears were seen. She was much happier with the freedom of speed that the hidden scalpels and makeshift daggers gave her.

[skipping a few hallways to here]

Outside of F16

[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

With a huff, Kurogane took a seat by the door, pressing his back against the wall. He'd almost left the door open to listen, but he ended up closing it instead. Someone might have tried to follow him if he hadn't. Someone still might with how he'd left, but for a few moments he had quiet. No stupid magician and no girls who wouldn't listen.

Re: Outside of F16

[damned-monsters.livejournal.com]

Kurogane was glad for his escape into the hall, but there were worse things in the dark than children hoping for his safety. He might think it similar, the endless chattering that rapidly drew nearer. But this sound was less human, signaling the approach of things that meant to do Kurogane harm.

There were four of them in the pack, small things that quickly moved to surround Kurogane. They wobbled as they went, but that seemed to do little to hinder their movements. Driven by instinct, they felt no fear, and even before the half-circle was completed the first jumped at Kurogane from the left, claws extended in an effort to make an early tear into his body.

[Tad]

[themotherreborn.livejournal.com]

Nighttime again. Eileen had to be honest with herself, she was nervous. What if it happened again tonight? What if she....

Well, worrying about it wasn't going to get anything done. Taking a deep breath, the young woman picked up her flashlight and her radio and headed out into the hall. She really did need to get some sort of real weapon. Maybe she could find some chains and cobble together a rudimentary flail....

And hopefully she'd find someone shortly. She hated wandering on her own. Maybe Leon or Hohenheim hadn't gotten very far tonight....

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[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

The fact that this area was more or less abandoned (other than the muted sounds of voices coming from some of the rooms) didn't bode well, but Peter was cheered up slightly by the fact that F19 was the second door down. He'd at least gotten that much right, though that didn't mean he was completely successful.

Letting out a small sigh and wondering why the other man hadn't questioned what they were doing yet, Peter pulled forward and knocked on the door.

As they waited, he turned toward his follower and extended his hand. "I'm Peter, by the way. Sorry for being in such a rush."

[tyki-pon.livejournal.com]

Tyki followed Peter to one of the doors. Looked like they were heading to a room, then. The Noah glanced around for a bit when the other man had knocked on the door, but the hallway wasn't interesting enough to keep his attention.

And then Peter asked for his name. Well, that could become interesting.

"I'm Tyki." he replied innocently, as if it was the first time he introduced himself to the other man, before taking the hand. Despite everything, he was a gentleman. Or his black self was, when he wasn't using anyone as wall decoration.

"You're picking someone up?" he nodded to the still-closed door.