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Momo trailed her fingers along the wall as she paused to see if Sora had made it to the hallway yet. No, it seemed not. Unsurprising, considering how far some of the men's blocks were. He may be in one of the further ones for all the shinigami knew.
Momo trailed her fingers along the wall as she paused to see if Sora had made it to the hallway yet. No, it seemed not. Unsurprising, considering how far some of the men's blocks were. He may be in one of the further ones for all the shinigami knew.
[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/486286.html?thread=39663758#t39663758).]]
There she was. "Hinamori-fukutaichou," Hokuto said, bowing slightly. "Good evening." When she was really uncertain, she tended to fall back on just being polite and waiting, lately.
So what's the plan? She knew where they were going, and that their third was someone she didn't know, but tonight that didn't say much.
There she was. "Hinamori-fukutaichou," Hokuto said, bowing slightly. "Good evening." When she was really uncertain, she tended to fall back on just being polite and waiting, lately.
So what's the plan? She knew where they were going, and that their third was someone she didn't know, but tonight that didn't say much.
There was someone else in this hall, Hanyuu noted with slight relief. It was always a lot scarier when the halls were completely empty, so she was glad to see at least one other person out.
Only a couple people in this hall. Apparently she was out earlier than usual.
MOMO kept her light off as she moved. She knew where she was going, so it was best to avoid wasting the batteries. Plus she didn't want to risk drawing any unwanted attention to herself either.
[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/486286.html?thread=39678862#t39678862). And she already has a rescuer planned!]
Ururu did okay, until she came to the end of her hall. Then she had to go one way or the other, except she was too dizzy to tell one way from the other, or to even understand at first where the wall she'd been leaning on had gone to. It wasn't good, not at all, and Ururu wanted to keep moving. But moving was very hard, and even though she wanted to get to her friends, Ururu thought that maybe she could take a little break. Just a small one, long enough to feel better.
Ururu sank down onto the floor, and hoped everything got better soon. She didn't want her friends to worry.
Ururu did okay, until she came to the end of her hall. Then she had to go one way or the other, except she was too dizzy to tell one way from the other, or to even understand at first where the wall she'd been leaning on had gone to. It wasn't good, not at all, and Ururu wanted to keep moving. But moving was very hard, and even though she wanted to get to her friends, Ururu thought that maybe she could take a little break. Just a small one, long enough to feel better.
Ururu sank down onto the floor, and hoped everything got better soon. She didn't want her friends to worry.
[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487011.html?thread=39813219#t39813219)]
Orihime shined her flashlight ahead of her, keeping it close to the floor as usual to keep from blinding any of the other people out in the hallway. She didn't think she'd spent much time in her room so hopefully the others wouldn't mind her being late.
She stopped suddenly as she turned the corner and the flashlight beam passed over a small dark shape. Despite expecting monster attacks in the hallway, she recognised Ururu right away. "Ururu-chan?! What's wrong?" She knelt quickly beside the little girl and touched her shoulder. Had she gotten attacked again in the hall? Orihime didn't see any blood, but maybe it was a broken bone and if that was the case she shouldn't move her yet right?
Orihime shined her flashlight ahead of her, keeping it close to the floor as usual to keep from blinding any of the other people out in the hallway. She didn't think she'd spent much time in her room so hopefully the others wouldn't mind her being late.
She stopped suddenly as she turned the corner and the flashlight beam passed over a small dark shape. Despite expecting monster attacks in the hallway, she recognised Ururu right away. "Ururu-chan?! What's wrong?" She knelt quickly beside the little girl and touched her shoulder. Had she gotten attacked again in the hall? Orihime didn't see any blood, but maybe it was a broken bone and if that was the case she shouldn't move her yet right?
[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487192.html?thread=39682072#t39682072)]
The smaller hallway opened into a larger one, and here Ayumu found the source of the voices she'd heard. Some of the people there were carrying small lights in their hands which didn't look quite like any candles or lanterns she had ever seen, and she paused a moment to watch them go past, frowning slightly. Some kind of Western invention? The clothing and the furniture seemed to fit that.
Ayumu finally shook her head slightly and started to move again, carefully giving a wide berth to the person she could hear slouching against the wall nearby. There'd been a door visible for a moment when someone else moved through it, and she headed that direction.
So far this didn't look anything like any of the places she'd been in Kyoto, and she was entirely baffled. It was not a state of mind she enjoyed being in, either.
The smaller hallway opened into a larger one, and here Ayumu found the source of the voices she'd heard. Some of the people there were carrying small lights in their hands which didn't look quite like any candles or lanterns she had ever seen, and she paused a moment to watch them go past, frowning slightly. Some kind of Western invention? The clothing and the furniture seemed to fit that.
Ayumu finally shook her head slightly and started to move again, carefully giving a wide berth to the person she could hear slouching against the wall nearby. There'd been a door visible for a moment when someone else moved through it, and she headed that direction.
So far this didn't look anything like any of the places she'd been in Kyoto, and she was entirely baffled. It was not a state of mind she enjoyed being in, either.
[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/486650.html?thread=39684602#t39684602)]
Okay, so the one hallway led to another. The flashlight made traveling a little easier, but it would've been a lot better if she had even the slightest idea about where she was going. Or where she was, even.
There were people in this hall, but Kimberly didn't even think about trying to ask them about this place. If this really was some sort of scheme, then they could very well be in on it. Or they could've gotten caught in it unwillingly, but she wasn't ready to take a risk and find out just yet. She needed to find her communicator, or at least another way of contacting the others, first.
Would there be any point, then, in heading back towards the basement? It wasn't as though she was interested in any of the other rooms it had to offer, and though the Arena itself held a certain thrill, she just wanted to see what else Martin Landel was hiding.
Oh, and there were new patients tonight as well. Hadn't that been what he'd said? It certainly looked like it from the several faces that she didn't recognize. Though she admittedly didn't pay as much attention to the other female patients as she probably should, their numbers were outmatched by the males enough that an increase was noticeable.
She stopped beside one in particular who practically screamed fresh meat. "You. Why don't you come along with me?"
As she continued down the hallway, Mitsuru noticed that the doors all had numbers over them with a letter F in front of them. She certainly didn't know of any places in Kyoto that labeled their rooms like that. The numbers went in ascending order as she went towards the adjoining hallway, as well. It was simple information that likely wasn't important, but for all she knew it would prove important later on. It was best to take note of it now.
There seemed to be other people wandering around as she went out into the next hallway, several of them with flashlights. Most of them also appeared to be women, as far as she could tell. Whether this was important or not would be proven later. Until then, it was just another piece of information that might give her some insight as to what was going on.
It was difficult to think of any reason why the people who had kidnapped her would take all women, but perhaps she simply hadn't seen the men yet. Even organized criminal circles never kidnapped this many people at once for various ransoms. Or at least, Mitsuru thought that they wouldn't. Despite all the implications and rumors against them, the Kirijo group was nothing like that.
For the moment, she continued on towards the nearby. It seemed like going away from the door would only lead to more rooms, since most of the women seemed to be leaving the vicinity, so it seemed logical that the information she was looking for would be further away.
[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/485608.html?thread=39730152#t39730152)]
Stepping a bit sloppily into the hallway, she placed a hand on the opposite wall, to steady her swirling head. Even Harley wasn't crazy enough to think venturing out in this state was a good idea, what with the crazy cats and monster bug things running around. But as the saying went, hell hath no fury...
She swept the flashlight back and forth, down the hallway before walking herself down the hall, hand still on one of the walls. She'd been sedated before; she could cope with this... maybe. All she needed was to remain focused on her goal. Her babies were somewhere in this facility, she knew it. And she wasn't going to leave without them.
Heading down the same way she was accustomed to by this point, she pulled her hand away from the wall and walked carefully toward those familiar large doors.
Stepping a bit sloppily into the hallway, she placed a hand on the opposite wall, to steady her swirling head. Even Harley wasn't crazy enough to think venturing out in this state was a good idea, what with the crazy cats and monster bug things running around. But as the saying went, hell hath no fury...
She swept the flashlight back and forth, down the hallway before walking herself down the hall, hand still on one of the walls. She'd been sedated before; she could cope with this... maybe. All she needed was to remain focused on her goal. Her babies were somewhere in this facility, she knew it. And she wasn't going to leave without them.
Heading down the same way she was accustomed to by this point, she pulled her hand away from the wall and walked carefully toward those familiar large doors.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/486650.html?thread=39735290#t39735290)]
[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487192.html?thread=39800088#t39800088).]
By the time Michiru reached the end of the hallway, there were already a few people loitering in the open space. A few seemed to be alone, but none of them were Seiya, so it didn't concern her. She only had one goal tonight, and that was to assist Seiya in locating Usagi--if she was still in the building.
Frowning slightly, Michiru chose an unoccupied section of the hallway to lean against, crossing her arms over her chest. She kept her eyes fixed on the other corridors, waiting for any signs of her 'companion'.
By the time Michiru reached the end of the hallway, there were already a few people loitering in the open space. A few seemed to be alone, but none of them were Seiya, so it didn't concern her. She only had one goal tonight, and that was to assist Seiya in locating Usagi--if she was still in the building.
Frowning slightly, Michiru chose an unoccupied section of the hallway to lean against, crossing her arms over her chest. She kept her eyes fixed on the other corridors, waiting for any signs of her 'companion'.
[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/486286.html?thread=39814798#t39814798)]
Seiya was jogging slightly as she came out of her own corridor, and glanced around the hallway for Michiru's distinct hair and posture. Seeing the other woman, Seiya waved as though they were old friends before heading over.
"Hi. Sorry if you were waiting long, I guess tonight's my turn to be a little late." She glanced out towards the main hallways. "Are you ready to go?" Even with the half-friendly gestures, there was really less warmth here than in her travels with Leon.
Seiya was jogging slightly as she came out of her own corridor, and glanced around the hallway for Michiru's distinct hair and posture. Seeing the other woman, Seiya waved as though they were old friends before heading over.
"Hi. Sorry if you were waiting long, I guess tonight's my turn to be a little late." She glanced out towards the main hallways. "Are you ready to go?" Even with the half-friendly gestures, there was really less warmth here than in her travels with Leon.
[ninjaing in from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487192.html?thread=39829016#t39829016)]
Having to make up for the disadvantage such opaque darkness created meant relying more on the other senses, not just sight. Focus on her breathing, on the sounds of other's breathing, on the small sounds of movement, on the changes in the feel of the air against her body. Focus on her assassin's training.
Using her flashlight would have made things easier, but Tsubaki couldn't always depend on it. In some ways, it was safer making a habit of moving in the dark.
She sensed quite a few presences, some near, some only murmured voices in the gloom, though she thought one of the figures was Michiru from what she could see of the person's build. It sounded as though many were in pairs or groups. With caution in mind, Tsubaki crossed to the open cell block door, where the equally dark and foreboding hallway lay beyond.
Having to make up for the disadvantage such opaque darkness created meant relying more on the other senses, not just sight. Focus on her breathing, on the sounds of other's breathing, on the small sounds of movement, on the changes in the feel of the air against her body. Focus on her assassin's training.
Using her flashlight would have made things easier, but Tsubaki couldn't always depend on it. In some ways, it was safer making a habit of moving in the dark.
She sensed quite a few presences, some near, some only murmured voices in the gloom, though she thought one of the figures was Michiru from what she could see of the person's build. It sounded as though many were in pairs or groups. With caution in mind, Tsubaki crossed to the open cell block door, where the equally dark and foreboding hallway lay beyond.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/491309.html?thread=39902253#t39902253)]
It seemed like there were just as many people out over here as there had been back in Matsuda's own block. He'd never really been down this particular block, but if it was anything like the others (at least from the maps that he'd seen on the bulletin board), then the hallway he was looking for should be coming up soon.
Edited 2008-10-30 02:56 (UTC)
[ from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487011.html?thread=39704675#t39704675) ]
Naminé was silent this time as she led the way, not questioning Alita's reason for heading to the file room. In truth, she was still thinking about what happened today - meeting Roxas, finding out that Soma had adopted this world as his own, and that Luxord was going to do the same...
Some part of her still wanted to stop her friend, but she knew that this way probably was the better way for him.
[ to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/491309.html) ]
Naminé was silent this time as she led the way, not questioning Alita's reason for heading to the file room. In truth, she was still thinking about what happened today - meeting Roxas, finding out that Soma had adopted this world as his own, and that Luxord was going to do the same...
Some part of her still wanted to stop her friend, but she knew that this way probably was the better way for him.
[ to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/491309.html) ]
Damn, his bag was a little heavy with all that metal in it. He never would've had this problem in his old body. He adjusted his baggage as he made his way to Skuld's room.
The same damn hallways every night. Lust was beginning to grow bored once more. The same walls, the same creatures, the same teasing and taunting voices calling out....
It was enough to drive a girl mad.
She ran a hand through her hair, her bladed knuckles hanging by her side, and made her way towards the men's dorms.
(to here)
It was enough to drive a girl mad.
She ran a hand through her hair, her bladed knuckles hanging by her side, and made her way towards the men's dorms.
(to here)
[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487656.html?thread=40049384#t40049384).]
Well shit. Reno was out for the night. Rude had taken his pipe and headed out to fetch Elena. She was pretty quick, so maybe she could do the Monster stabbing tonight in Reno's place. He'd wanted her to help him keep the bastard distracted while Reno went for the kill, but whatever. He was a Turk. Adopt, Adapt and Improve.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487011.html?thread=40048995#t40048995).]
Well shit. Reno was out for the night. Rude had taken his pipe and headed out to fetch Elena. She was pretty quick, so maybe she could do the Monster stabbing tonight in Reno's place. He'd wanted her to help him keep the bastard distracted while Reno went for the kill, but whatever. He was a Turk. Adopt, Adapt and Improve.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487011.html?thread=40048995#t40048995).]
After leaving her room, thoughts of Skuld continued to plague Archer's mind. There wasn't anything he could really do for her without knowing where she was and some back up, but that didn't stop him from thinking about it.
It looked like Thursday wasn't there yet, which was surprising, considering Archer had taken the scenic route to get here. Hopefully the institute hadn't taken her too.
He should probably wait for Thursday, but there was something he wanted to confirm. Archer had planned to get something from upstairs ever since he got his map, but obligations to the Arts and Crafts group always got in the way. Still, he'd try and be quick about it.
[From here!]
As she turned from one dark hall into the next, Anise realized she should have checked with her partner to make sure he was bringing a flashlight. He had to have one, right? It seemed like everyone had one except her.
There had been a few notes about lost flashlights on the bulletin earlier though, she recalled. Some people had even listed places to find replacements. Anise would have to try to remember them, and grab one for herself one of these nights. She couldn't depend on other people to bring theirs all the time, could she?
Fortunately, light wasn't something she needed at the moment. Anise knew the way too well to have any trouble navigating these halls.
As she turned from one dark hall into the next, Anise realized she should have checked with her partner to make sure he was bringing a flashlight. He had to have one, right? It seemed like everyone had one except her.
There had been a few notes about lost flashlights on the bulletin earlier though, she recalled. Some people had even listed places to find replacements. Anise would have to try to remember them, and grab one for herself one of these nights. She couldn't depend on other people to bring theirs all the time, could she?
Fortunately, light wasn't something she needed at the moment. Anise knew the way too well to have any trouble navigating these halls.
[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487192.html?thread=40091416#t40091416)]]
Sakura held the flashlight in one hand and the pens in the other. She kept it off for the moment, relying on her other senses as she crept soundlessly as she could down the hall. Nice as it might be to see better, it would also give away her location, and in an unknown situation like this one, she wasn't sure she could afford to do that.
There were voices and footsteps that were easy enough to hear. It didn't seem like the people here were trying very hard to disguise their presence. It was of some comfort, but not enough to make her drop her guard. A male by himself, and a couple of females further down if she was correct. They had lights, so it was easy to spot them without (she hoped) being noticed.
The cramped hallways reminded her of Orochimaru's last base, in a creepy and uncomfortable way. With all the strange things that man did, she wouldn't put it past him to dress up his prisoners in grey pajamas and put them in weird little rooms. That thought was enough to give her the chills, even though reports had said that Orochimaru was already dead.
Picking up what she could of the conversations along the way, she continued on, in hopes that there might be something beyond the tiny hallways with their little rooms one after another.
Sakura held the flashlight in one hand and the pens in the other. She kept it off for the moment, relying on her other senses as she crept soundlessly as she could down the hall. Nice as it might be to see better, it would also give away her location, and in an unknown situation like this one, she wasn't sure she could afford to do that.
There were voices and footsteps that were easy enough to hear. It didn't seem like the people here were trying very hard to disguise their presence. It was of some comfort, but not enough to make her drop her guard. A male by himself, and a couple of females further down if she was correct. They had lights, so it was easy to spot them without (she hoped) being noticed.
The cramped hallways reminded her of Orochimaru's last base, in a creepy and uncomfortable way. With all the strange things that man did, she wouldn't put it past him to dress up his prisoners in grey pajamas and put them in weird little rooms. That thought was enough to give her the chills, even though reports had said that Orochimaru was already dead.
Picking up what she could of the conversations along the way, she continued on, in hopes that there might be something beyond the tiny hallways with their little rooms one after another.
That last stretch seemed to last forever, but he'd reached the meeting point. And Thursday still wasn't there. Now, he really was worried about the woman.
Still, the faint sounds of conversation and movement from the surrounding area gave a small sense of comfort. The other patients were still there, looking for a way out. Unless those sounds belonged to the monsters, which was a very unsettling thought.
[from above thread]
She'd been as quiet as she could as she stalked the hallway in the dark. One of the others though, was dressed as she was from what little she could tell, and seemed to be going around purposefully, as though he knew what he was doing and where he needed to go next. He was alone too, making him the best candidate for a surprise interrogation.
Stealthily she made her way behind him, armed as she was with just the plastic writing tools from the room she'd woken up in. She hardly made a sound as she raised one of the pointed sticks to the man's neck, pressing it in only a fraction so he'd get the message. It was difficult, seeing as he was quite a bit taller than she was. Maybe she should have gone for one of the vital organs, more easily accessible from the back. But it was a little late now for regrets.
"Don't move," she whispered, an order and a warning all at once.
She'd been as quiet as she could as she stalked the hallway in the dark. One of the others though, was dressed as she was from what little she could tell, and seemed to be going around purposefully, as though he knew what he was doing and where he needed to go next. He was alone too, making him the best candidate for a surprise interrogation.
Stealthily she made her way behind him, armed as she was with just the plastic writing tools from the room she'd woken up in. She hardly made a sound as she raised one of the pointed sticks to the man's neck, pressing it in only a fraction so he'd get the message. It was difficult, seeing as he was quite a bit taller than she was. Maybe she should have gone for one of the vital organs, more easily accessible from the back. But it was a little late now for regrets.
"Don't move," she whispered, an order and a warning all at once.
[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/491309.html?view=40109357#t40109357)]
Spike grinned when he entered the female block of rooms. Almost there...
[to see Anya (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/485608.html?thread=39660264#t39660264)!]
Spike grinned when he entered the female block of rooms. Almost there...
[to see Anya (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/485608.html?thread=39660264#t39660264)!]
[from here]
This hallway was fuller than it had been a couple of hours ago. She ignored it the same as she did then, and continued on.
This hallway was fuller than it had been a couple of hours ago. She ignored it the same as she did then, and continued on.
[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/485608.html?thread=39675880#t39675880)]
The path to the Sun Room was well worn into her memory now, and coupled with her well-adapted night vision, maneuvering through the halls without light was easy. Preferable, actually. Melissa hoisted the umbrella further up on her right arm and continued on, ignoring the varied tastes and thoughts that still lingered.
The path to the Sun Room was well worn into her memory now, and coupled with her well-adapted night vision, maneuvering through the halls without light was easy. Preferable, actually. Melissa hoisted the umbrella further up on her right arm and continued on, ignoring the varied tastes and thoughts that still lingered.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/486650.html?thread=40142074#t40142074)]
[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487011.html?thread=40158307#t40158307)]
It seemed Archer was already here, noted Thursday as she scanned the area with her torch. He appeared to be deep in conversation with a young pink-haired girl, though - a new arrival, perhaps? She didn't really want to eavesdrop, so she settled against the wall and waited for them to finish, trusting Archer to see her eventually.
It seemed Archer was already here, noted Thursday as she scanned the area with her torch. He appeared to be deep in conversation with a young pink-haired girl, though - a new arrival, perhaps? She didn't really want to eavesdrop, so she settled against the wall and waited for them to finish, trusting Archer to see her eventually.
"Hello Thursday-san," Archer said, approaching the older woman. He had made a mental note of her presence when she entered the hall earlier and wondered where she had been. His trip hadn't exactly been short, but he supposed she had her own circumstances. What mattered was that she was here now.
"I hope you don't mind that I brought someone along," he said, motioning towards Sakura with his hand. "She's a new arrival."
Of course she needed to check the bottom floors a little better just in case. She'd been around places with stairs, but except for her outing with Arlene, she'd not been to other parts of the place. Maybe it was time for that unbeaten pathway she'd been yelling at the Doctor about so much.
She knew where the bathrooms were and passed them up for heading to one of the larger hallways.
[ From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487011.html?thread=40544611#t40544611). ]
River felt the purpose in her steps even if she didn't understand them. She darted like wildfire around corners she couldn't remember in the pitch darkness with but a small light to guide her. Down. Around. Somewhere. Anywhere but here.
[ To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/486650.html). ]
River felt the purpose in her steps even if she didn't understand them. She darted like wildfire around corners she couldn't remember in the pitch darkness with but a small light to guide her. Down. Around. Somewhere. Anywhere but here.
[ To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/486650.html). ]
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