Nightshift 36: F1-F10 Hallway

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Sheena kind of felt bad leaving Elena with her obviously upset, but she guessed there were friends coming for her and they were definitely more equipped than the strange ninja that happened to be her roommate for handling these things. So, fresh cards in hand, with less ink stains on her hands than before, the ninja set out.

Let's see... Pick Raine up, get to the Clinic, hope Ritsuka would ask for the escort to Soubi's room... train Forte. She was worried about Forte given that post on the board, but she'd deal with things as they came.

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F1

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

He said he was coming, so she would just have to trust in him. Miku tried to do a number of things to relieve her growing worry, but one could only count what was left of her meal, the tiles on her floor with a flashlight (and a rapidly dying one at that), or the holes in her blanket before she stopped and dangled her feet over the bed. Tonight was the night they would be stealing more people from their rooms, wouldn't they? She had thought she heard someone, a strong female voice commanding the nurses and orderlies to let her go, earlier just after the final day shift's announcement, but now she wasn't sure.

Her head hurt, maybe it had just been a doomed ghost. Miku shuddered and pushed her feet back and forth. This wasn't like her at all. She should go out and find Sousuke, not wait and let him find her. Miku had had quite enough of waiting in her lifetime, hadn't she? But, a voice of reason piped up stubbornly, if she was hurt in that short walk between rooms, it would hurt Sousuke more.

Miku stayed put.

Re: F1

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After a short while, there was noise down the hallway. Loud noise.

Sagara noise.

"Hey! NINJA GIRL!" the bellow was familiar, but the tone, on the other hand was not. Miku flicked on her flashlight and followed its dying beam out the door. Sanosuke was getting ready to raise Cain on the door, or so it looked.

"Hey!" Miku squeaked and slipped off her slipper. When he didn't respond (obviously intent on beating the door), Miku threw the slipper as hard as she could. Surprisingly, given her lack of physical exercise, the slipper flew true and bounced right off of Sanosuke's spiky, dark head.

"Be quiet!" the little photographer yelled and stomped back into her room, sans one slipper.

Re: F1

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

Sousuke moved slower than usual, still unsure of what to do about the fact that he wanted to protect Miku with all his heart. And yet, Kaname needed his help, as fake as she was. He wouldn't abandon here. But it felt as though first things needed to come first.

By chance, as he walked down the hall, he tripped over a slipper. Frowning, the sergeant picked it up and and continued on his way to the room. Gently, he knocked on the door. "Hinasaki?"

Re: F1

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[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487656.html?thread=40175336#t40516328)]

Miku released her breath as she settled into her room again, stopping to look at the room Sanosuke had been beating on earlier. She didn't hear sounds of people fighting ferociously, or the banging of furniture, and smiled. Good, things were getting down from their earlier fever pitch for all Sagara involved. Or so she hoped. Despite the pain in her body, Miku felt relief in her heart, and wondered if Sousuke felt the same. Miku held both hands over her journal and sat down on her bed. Her flashlight dimmed to weak yellow.

"So... is there anything you want to know, Sousuke..?" Miku looked up at him. "It must be... very strange to see what I do."

Re: F1

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

Sousuke stood by her bed, looking down but not sitting. He was still on alert, the escort to Adelheid's room putting him on pins and needles. But despite his high-strung attitude, his expression was relaxed and unassuming.

"You have a connection to the priestess," Sousuke observed quietly. Noticing the dim light, he exchanged her flashlight for his--which was much brighter. Sousuke was used to operating in the dark. "You can see things concerning her just by touching Adelheid's mark. Some of the things you wrote... were like what I saw when the priestess touched me."

[meironohosoku.livejournal.com]

Hanyuu had tried not to think about it throughout the day, but now that night had begun she didn't have any other choice. Arlene wanted to talk to her about something, and the woman had already said that everything wasn't okay. What could that mean? Hanyuu could think of a dozen different possibilities, and none were ones she wanted to hear...

Once the intercom clicked off and the doors unlocked, the spirit belatedly remembered she was still without a flashlight. After Arlene's message, she forgot to check back at the bulletin and ask where she could meet that person who had offered their light. She'd have to remember to write a note for him in the morning and apologize, but for now it looked like another night without a flashlight.

'Auau'-ing, Hanyuu looked out into the hall. It was awfully dark, and she couldn't really hear anything. Night had only just begun though, so that likely explained the lack of activity. Nodding in an attempt to reassure herself, she slipped out of the room and hurried down the hall.

F4

[thatdamnedninja.livejournal.com]

Yuffie was sulking.

Today had sucked, and she... needed a moment. Needed a moment to put the pieces back together, to shove the stuff she didn't want in the small, dark corner in the back of her mind.

Rolling over, Yuffie pressed her face into her pillow. She had to get over this. Cloud would be fine - Cloud was Cloud, and royal pain in the ass or not, he could take care of himself. So what if he'd left her here? She'd just have to yell at him for it. But Cid... where was that rickety old chimney? If he was still here, he wouldn't get away with worrying her like this!

Dad, though... If it really had been him.

It had been just like old times. The bickering had been bitter instead of sneakily playful and good-humoured; it hadn't ended with a noogie or a rib-crushing one-arm hug. It had ended with a really sore throat, and she couldn't think of a snappy, witty metaphor for how much it had gotten to her. At least it wasn't anything new, and she'd given as much as she got(and then dished out a little extra on the side, naturally). It had been the least she could do.

Maybe it was kind of pathetic, tucking herself up in a Kisaragi Blanket Roll in the corner of her bed, face in a pillow and an arm slung over the back of her head...

Nobody was around to see it, though, and that made it okay.

Re: F4

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When he finally made it to the block of women's rooms, Sanosuke immediately ducked into the first hall. He'd never learned Yuffie's room number, but he still had ways of finding her. Ways that were by no means subtle, but that were definitely him. Besides, of all the people, he really had no reason not to embarrass the hell out of Yuffie by screaming for her in a potentially crowded hall.

So that was exactly what he did.

"Hey, NINJA GIRL!" Sanosuke began to walk down the length of the corridor, keeping an eye out (as much as he could) for any signs of response to his yelling. "I know you're in one of these rooms, and I'm not stopping until I find you, so come on out already!"

Re: F4

[thatdamnedninja.livejournal.com]

At first, Yuffie didn't recognize the voice shouting in the hallway.

But when she lifted her head a little out of curiosity... oh, geez. It had to be Sagara, didn't it? "Can't you go grope somebody else tonight?!" Yuffie yelled back, ignoring the pain in her throat. "I'm busy!"

Or, at least, she would be busy. And after the incident on the Rec Field, dealing with the fist-fighter was the last thing she wanted to do.

F10

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

Kagura hadn't seen her roommate, which was troubling, but Max seemed like she was a pretty strong person. Besides that, there was a lot to get done tonight and she might actually be able to help instead of being in need of rescue.

The cardboard box from last night was still in her closet, full of some old clothes and the bottle of wine she'd picked up in the church. If not for Bridget's injury, she was sure she would have run crying in the other direction. The box she carried in one arm, her chewed up staff in the other.

Bridget was going to meet her at M7, but first she had to drop this off to the boy(at least she assumed it was a boy since they were meeting in the boy's block) in M3.

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F3

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

[from here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/486286.html?thread=39704462#t39704462)

With a confident smirk on her face, Falis strutted down the hallway, sword resting on shoulder, to Namine's room. She gave a knock.

"Oi! Namine! You ready?"

Re: F3

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Much like Orihime, Naminé had felt unusually exhausted through dinner. She didn't even touch her meal, and had only started on chewing on the fries when Orihime excused herself. As for Naminé, her instructions were to wait for Alita and she did so while attempting to swallow down cold fries. As for the steak... well, Naminé never really liked steak to begin with.

Alita didn't take very long though, and Naminé had enough time to pack her usual pillowcase of items before the princess knocked on the door and called out for her.

"Yes, I'm ready!"

Naminé opened the door, stepping out to greet her friend. It didn't seem strange to her that Alita would ask her to wait, as the safest meeting places were in the patient rooms.

"Where are we going tonight?" She was sure Alita had plans, Naminé was just never aware of them until they were too late.

Re: F3

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Falis, once again armed to the teeth, gave Namine her customary wild grin when the girl came out. She made grabbed one of her stakes and twirled it before handing it over non-pointy end first.

"We're going to get a few files on a couple people," she said. "So... where do we find them?"

[simpleastherain.livejournal.com]

[sometime before the above thread]

Orihime had managed to sleep through dinner entirely. She barely even remembered what she'd done for the last shift but dancing with Rainer before that had been nice. She caught the ending of the intercom announcement, and for a bleary moment she wanted to stay under the covers...until she remembered where she was and what she had to do tonight.

She apologized to her roommate for not being able to work on their charm tonight, but she really had to hurry since Shiki was badly hurt. She stopped long enough to pick up her flashlight and say goodbye to her roommate before hurrying off.

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F6

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[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/486650.html?thread=39866106#t39866106).]

"Shana," Keman started loudly, as he burst into her room. "If you're asleep again I swear I'm--"

The room was empty, and Shana's bed was neatly made. She wasn't there.

She's gone they've taken her from me she's gone she's gone

No. She'd probably just left already, and hadn't even touched her bed because she knew she'd fall asleep again. That seemed like a pretty typical Shana thing to do, right? She was probably in Valyn's room, waiting for him...

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487192.html?thread=39753496#t39753496).]

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

River wasn't there.

It was like a cold stone in her stomach, seeing the empty bed and having no River led into the room later on. First Rukia, and now River. It made her want to scream.

She focussed herself on the task at hand instead, grabbing her katana and a vial of morphine and a couple of needles just in case. They were heading outside the walls tonight, who knew what they'd be facing when they got there?

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F2

[brightlyshine.livejournal.com]

She knew that Sheena was trying to help, but Elena really didn't feel much better. She'd gotten her tears mostly under control, as embarrassing as that had been, but she just couldn't get herself up and moving as the doors unlocked. Instead she curled up on top of her mattress, staring at the closed door lost in thought.

Tseng could have been faked. But she knew him. It seemed like him, even if he... didn't remember her. And it wasn't just Tseng. That poor boy that she couldn't remember, the one that said that she had been to this place before... She knew she needed to tell the boys what had happened, just as she knew that Reno was probably annoyed that she hadn't shown up by now.

But she just couldn't get moving. She sniffed again, wiping her nose one last time with the napkin before discarding it and going back inside her mind while she tried to figure this all out.

Re: F2

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[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/486080.html?thread=40049856#t40049856).]

Rude had hoped to find Elena on the way. He'd never been to her room, but the map was pretty easy to follow so he headed out, still cursing in his head about Reno. Useless idiot. He just hoped Elena wasn't gonna put him off with her...womanly ways again. At least Reno's absence would give Rude a chance to get over the awkwardness.

He knocked once on Elena's door and swung it open.

"Ren-"

What the fuck was she doing?

"...Elena?" Shit, had she been drugged too?

[brightlyshine.livejournal.com]

Rude was here. Elena blinked a few times, but didn't try to sit up just yet. Because she was going to have to tell him what happened, but if she did she might start crying again, and there was nothing more embarrassing in the world than getting emotional in front of a guy who made bombs in his spare time.

But she was also afraid that if she didn't say anything, he might leave again. And suddenly being alone didn't sound all that appealing.

She'd deal with the easiest thing first, since it seemed that he'd been about to tell her something. "What about Reno..?"

[jurisfictional.livejournal.com]

Dayshift had been uneventful but unusually relaxing, and Thursday found herself humming as she packed for Nightshift. It was the first time she'd ever gone clue-hunting; hopefully things would go smoothly. She wasn't entirely sure what to pack, so she settled for her bat, a few pens tucked into the waistband of her pants, and her flashlight. As far as she knew, the goods were usually guarded.

Pushing open the door, she glanced around the room one last time and stepped out into the hallway.

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F9

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There was a brief moment, a flash where there was nothing but darkness, a skip in time and a leap and a bound through space. It was impossible to track, and there would be no following the trail of breadcrumbs back. The birds had eaten them all one by one, two by two as she'd dropped them. Suddenly, when River Tam opened her eyes, she was somewhere, and somewhere wasn't Serenity.

Panic was quick to flood into her mind, panic and than an eerie feeling of familiarity. Hopeless understanding in a way that couldn't possibly be comprehended, not eve by the girl who rose slowly from her bed to stand in the lonely blackness of another prison cell. The walls were telling a story, but the letter were all jumbled and invisible to boot. A small hand slowly extended to touch to cold, beating heart that was the wall to somewhere, and the girl it belonged to quickly flinched and reeled back as though she'd been struck. A violent gasp brought tears to her eyes, and that rush, that need to move took her and swept her. She rumaged desperately through the desk for anything, something real to hold onto. A flashlight and some pens were snatched up but not put to immediate use. The ink was invisible anyway, and the light didn't mean anything.

Simon. Kaylee. Serenity. It had to be here.

River stumbled out of the door, unable to stand properly as the dozens upon dozens of voices flooded her mind. Gates opened, and the rush nearly swept her off her feet. So many voices. Too many, and they were saying so much nothing in such mumbled sounds that it was impossible to hear or even to perceive. River clutched her head, whimpering quietly until the whimpers became a loud cry.

Back. She was back, and they would cut into her again an again if she didn't get out. Within an instant she was off, out the door and bolting frantically down the hallway.

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[ontheabyss.livejournal.com]

This whole stupid thing was getting on Lyta's nerves. No powers. No authority. No tools, no technology, nothing that she needed to get the hell out of here.

If it weren't for Fox, she'd probably have gone off the deep end again.

But she was tired of wallowing in misery and doing nothing. She could at least do something.

Armed with flashlight and radio, the red haired telepath made her way out into the hallways.

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