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damned_institute2008-10-28 07:30 pm
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Nightshift 36: M61-M70 hallway
After a pretty uneventful dinner Tyki gratefully inhaled from his cigarette. Oh, how he had missed his nicotine, and it'd be a cold day in hell if he'd ever have to go without them again. The Noah took a moment to enjoy his smoke properly before finally stepping out into the still-deserted hallway.
Landels was another distance away from a smoke-free nut house.
Now that he had everything he had been looking for, Tyki found himself wondering what to do for tonight. He could track down that Shinigami person, but the odds of randomly running into this 'Hinamori Momo' were pretty slim. Searching the building for someone who he wouldn't even recognize wasn't the way he liked doing things, anyway. He'd have to find something else to do for tonight.
He guessed he'd think of something entertaining along the way.
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Landels was another distance away from a smoke-free nut house.
Now that he had everything he had been looking for, Tyki found himself wondering what to do for tonight. He could track down that Shinigami person, but the odds of randomly running into this 'Hinamori Momo' were pretty slim. Searching the building for someone who he wouldn't even recognize wasn't the way he liked doing things, anyway. He'd have to find something else to do for tonight.
He guessed he'd think of something entertaining along the way.
[To here]
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He had to settle things one way or another. There was nothing to be gained by floundering about at random. Either he was insane, or he was not. There could be no middleground. Hopefully, his Captain would settle the matter.
Again, a question repeated itself all too loudly. What would he do if it turned out that he really was mad after all? That he'd always been human, that he'd lied to himself all this time?
The thought made him sick, and he struggled not to focus on it. He'd see his Captain first, then move from there. If he could move.
ZEX managed to lift his head (it felt so heavy and still) finally, standing from his desk with shaky legs. He searched, slowly, for his light and took the fork he'd found the previous night, some kind of protection at least, and tried to keep himself moving. If he stopped, he might not get up again. He'd never felt so heavy and tired.
ZEX flicked on his light and stepped out into the hallway. Over and over again...
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