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damned_institute2007-01-26 05:08 pm
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NIGHTSHIFT 21: Hallway to Soccer/Recreational Field
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Sasuke paused outside the door to the block of rooms. He'd gone right last night and up the stairs. In the same direction was the Sun Room, the cafeteria, and the doctor's offices -- in sum, he'd been through a significant amount of the institute to the right. Which meant it was time to head left.
He headed down the hall, making as little noise as possible, and stopped in front of the door. It was cooler than the door to the patients' block -- did it lead outside?
Sasuke's pulse quickened with adrenalin, easing the twinges in his left leg. He pushed the door half-open and held it there, leaning against it in order to remain unseen from anyone outside, and breathed the first fresh air he'd gotten since arriving here.
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Sasuke paused outside the door to the block of rooms. He'd gone right last night and up the stairs. In the same direction was the Sun Room, the cafeteria, and the doctor's offices -- in sum, he'd been through a significant amount of the institute to the right. Which meant it was time to head left.
He headed down the hall, making as little noise as possible, and stopped in front of the door. It was cooler than the door to the patients' block -- did it lead outside?
Sasuke's pulse quickened with adrenalin, easing the twinges in his left leg. He pushed the door half-open and held it there, leaning against it in order to remain unseen from anyone outside, and breathed the first fresh air he'd gotten since arriving here.
[[went here]]
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Yazoo carefully made his way down the hall, wishing that he still had his acute sense of sight. Not being to see in the dark was definitely something he was going to have to get use to, and fast, especially if he wanted to survive the night by not getting lost.
He chanced turning his flashlight on a couple of times in order to reach the end of the hall without incident, but when he reached his destination he kept it shut off completely. As quietly as he could, he pushed open the door and stepped out into the main hallway, which put him between the M block and the cafeteria.
‘Let’s see… which way…’ Remembering the path he took in the mornings to reach the cafeteria, he turned right and headed through the open doorway. ‘So far, so good…’ He stopped before he reached the nurses’ station at the end of the hall, not really wanting to get too close to there if the nurses really did turn into monsters at night.
Walking over to the door on his right, he eased it open and looked around; squinting as he tried to make out how the room was laid out. He gave up and turned on his flashlight, relieved to see that it was indeed another block of patients’ rooms, just like he had thought. He went the rest of the way in, mumbling a “Damn, I’m good,” under his breath with a smirk as the door clicked closed behind him.
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It was only when Greed stepped out from the cell block that he realized one very important thing.
Schuldig. Shit, he'd almost forgotten the guy, and had the punk been a less valuable underling, he might have stayed forgotten, but as things stood...
Wait a goddamn minute.
The homunculus found himself thinking back on their conversation the previous night, the one where Schuldig had so easily dropped the comment that he'd not only allied himself with someone else, but hinted that the other person was stronger than Greed.
A tide of resentment washed over Greed's mind, and it was with a begrudging sigh that he leaned against the wall next to the door and crossed his arms over his chest with blackened hands.
Five minutes. If the fucker didn't show up in five minutes, Greed would show him he was lucky to be in Greed's employ.
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Unfortunately useful entailed something beyond creeping aimlessly through the dark halls with no weapon or purpose. He couldn't go to that entry room again, not without some sort of ally, and both of his were undoubtedly confined to their rooms for the night.
He turned the corner and abruptly froze. Someone (thing?) was loitering just a bit down what had to be a massively long corridor, and after last night Vincent didn't trust him for a second. Outside the M-hall everything seemed fair game.
With near silence Vincent advanced on whomever was standing a few yards away, unsure of how to gauge his intentions but knowing at least not to give away his own position just yet.
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Oh, another patient. Greed gave an uneasy smirk, feeling a bit off due to the fact that, for a moment, he had thought that it might have been a monster, and, for a moment, he had felt a level of helplessness unknown to him before he'd come to this place.
"...What?" He asked, wondering what this guy's intentions were, and in the back of his mind seeing this as a possible window of opportunity.
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"...What's over this way?" Vincent said after a moment, gesturing down the long hallway.
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"See, if I could tell you that, I wouldn't have resolved to ditch my backup if he doesn't show up in... about three minutes, now."
The homunculus then looked over the man, tried to size him up. His stature didn't seem to amount to more than sticks and pale skin, though if people like Kimbley and Schuldig had taught him anything, it was that you didn't have to be buff to be useful.
Or dangerous.
He glanced up at the guy's hair and then to his obscured face. Kimbley had had hair like that, when he'd first met him, and the resemblance--although sparse in the darkness of the hallway--was enough to put him on edge.
"I'm guessing if you're all on your own, you're either decent at fighting or really stupid." Greed said, not taking his eyes off the patient.
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His eyes wandered off, gazing around the wide hallway and trying to remember if he'd been this way before. It didn't look familiar, but he hadn't really gotten to opportunity to explore a whole lot since the last building shift.
Glacing back at the other man, he suddenly noticed the... gauntlet-type things covering his forearms. Hm.
"Are those natural or did you find them?"
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grin, flexing his blackened hands in front of him.
"These are all mine." He said, voice full of a kind of competitive pride. In a show of power, he willed the carbon up to his elbows, and although it happened far slower than it should have, he didn't seem to have any qualms with bragging about it. "Hard as diamond, and unfuckingbreakable. They don't call me The Ultimate Shield for nothing."
He suddenly frowned, and stood up from against the wall.
"This place, though...." He looked back to the guy with narrowed eyes. "Do you know what the hell this bullshit is all about?"
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He shrugged. "I have no idea. We had a theory, but..." ...the more and more he became acquainted with this stupid, insane place the more he was beginning to feel Cid was wrong for the simple fact that it was impossible to make sense here at all.
"I think it's a game," he finished. "And I think your friend is late."
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The man himself eased out of the shadows a few moments later, the shadows peeling away as though they were reluctant to let go of him. "Anyway, liebling," he added in Greed's direction, glad that there was no possibility of either man's knowing German, "I had a headache, so you can shut the fuck up."
Schuldig was not exactly in a bad mood, but he was definitely on edge. The painkiller hadn't done much for his headache, and he was still distinctly alarmed by how easily he'd been thrown off his stride...not to mention how close he'd come to never being able to get back into it. The distinct possibility that only Yohji's intervention had saved him made the hair on his arms stand on end.
He'd been taking, he thought, an entirely reasonable nap and he wasn't going to take any shit from Greed about it. "If you're so eager to ditch me, go ahead," he added, peevishly. "I can get muscle anywhere. Telepaths are a bit more valuable a commodity than that."
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The homunculus' scowl turned into something of a smirk as he realized this was actually a change for the better. He preferred seeing the cards on the table, anyway, or else he was the only one playing with a hand the other could see.
He finally shrugged, smug again as he looked towards the telepath.
"Geez, someone's got his panties in a twist. I'm not eager to ditch you, just to get our asses moving." He nodded towards his new acquaintance. "Anyway, I was busy talking to..."
He looked to the guy, arching a brow.
"...What's your name, again?"
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He glanced at the shorter man with the shock of red hair, unsure of what to make of him. At the very least he seemed like a jackass.
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Vincent was an agony. The sheer levels of guilt and grief and self-loathing writhing in his head...it was like discovering Aya all over again. Maybe not quite as good, since he hadn't had a personal hand in bringing any of that pain about yet, but delicious all the same. And soothing, in a way; Schuldig was used to the minds around him being in turmoil and it put him at ease.
Without even meaning to, he started to grin.
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Fucking hell, Greed could never understand these crazy types, and yet another resemblance between the telepath and Kimbley's behavior put him on edge enough to want to get going even more than he had wanted before.
"Hey!" He walked over to Schuldig, nudging him hard with his hand as he began to make his way up the left side of the hallway. "You can be nusto later; for now, let's try getting somewhere."
He glanced to Vincent, his scowl turning into something of a smirk.
"You can come too, if you want."
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And now they were moving, which was more than fine by Vincent. He nodded at the... Ultimate Shield (ha), shrugging elegantly. "Until I get where I'm going." He'd know it when he got there.
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Still, subject matter aside, Schuldig couldn't help snickering a moment later. "A man who doesn't know where he is leading a man who doesn't know where he's going and a man who's at home wherever he damned well pleases. We're a hell of a group."
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The homunculus let his arms hang at his sides as he made his way down the hall towards what seemed to be a source of light slightly brighter than the dark shadows they'd come from. It took a moment before the homunculus arched an eyebrow and grinned a wide grin. They were heading towards some double doors with windows on either side of them, and where there were windows, there generally was an outside.
"Hey, gang, looks like we're heading in the right direction."
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Grating as the redhead was becoming, however, the exploration they both afforded was infinitely better than sitting around uninjured on his ass all night. He owed his friends at least that much in progress.
Vincent glared at the windows, last night still fresh in his mind. "I doubt what's out there is unenclosed," he said darkly. "Or unguarded."
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He was pissing Vincent off, and was well aware of it. Normally this wouldn't bother him much, but with how delicious the man's pain was he didn't want Vincent stalking off in a huff, so he decided to
try totone himself down a bit.Anyway, the man had a valid point. Just the memories of the creatures some of the other patients had run into were enough to make Schuldig distinctly wary of attracting any with unnecessarily loud snarking.
"Maybe you shouldn't kick this particular door down," he remarked to Greed, in a slightly less sarcastic voice than usual. "At least not until we see what's on the other side."
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The homunculus felt like trying to kick down the door anyway, but given his current weakened state and the fact that this door looked pretty well-enforced, he wasn't going to risk it for fear of failing it and looking like a fool.
He looked back at what he liked to think were his followers, smirking smugly.
"You guys gonna keep whining, or can we keep going?"
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Despite that, however, was the pressing curiosity of what was on the other side of those doors, and while he was unarmed, he was certainly not unprepared. Brushing past Greed, he pushed open the surprisingly unlocked door and stepped outside into the cool, foggy night.
Cid would have appreciated it.
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Haku frowned and glanced first left then right. A door closest to him on the right, but a deeper hallway to his left.
He chose the door.
((That led to here. (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/52162.html) ))
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"This must be it," he announced needlessly before opening the door.
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