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Nightshift 37: West Wing, North Hall 1-B
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Only a few more hallways to go. It seemed almost too quiet, as he stepped through the hallways. That could mean that it was just early, of course, but it could mean that something was there in the shadows.
Oh, well. If there was, Akihiko would just take it down. It wasn't too much of a worry.
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Only a few more hallways to go. It seemed almost too quiet, as he stepped through the hallways. That could mean that it was just early, of course, but it could mean that something was there in the shadows.
Oh, well. If there was, Akihiko would just take it down. It wasn't too much of a worry.
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The outer block hallways were the same as last night around this time: empty and silent. People would soon flood these places, Ken knew, but for now, he could appreciate the quiet.
Down the hall and around the corner. Then M22.
[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/517557.html?thread=42406581#t42406581).]
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There weren't many patients out yet, so Steve would wait outside his block for a while in case Kurt or Matt were in there. It would've been better if he knew at least which block they were in, they could end up spending a lot of time just trying to meet up, but he was determined to find both of them.
Steve took up position against one of the walls, keeping an eye out for any of the monsters he had heard about.
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There was still another hall that he remembered passing during the day, so he would go check that one next.
[Goinghere (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/519676.html?thread=42736380#t42736380)]
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There weren't many out yet, so he was probably making alright time. The sooner he could repay his debts to Homura, the better. Then he could spend his nights doing things he actually needed to be doing.
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Again, just a few people moving from here to there. Not that Phoenix was complaining. It was a lot better than trying to renegotiate your route because there was wildlife on steroids in the way. He walked quickly for the north-end doors, though once he got there he once again repeated the quickly-becoming-habit 'stop, pause, peek through the door like a little girl.'
All right. No giant squirrels, and no screaming guys being attacked by giant squirrels. I guess this is my lucky night.
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He paused at this wider hall. Following the path the nurse had led him on would lead him deeper into this prison, and though there was an obvious exit in that room with a glass ceiling, human bodies (among their other failures) were incapable of transforming into bomber planes that could simply fly through the ceiling.
So he went the other way, tromping along in an almost military march.
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There! The door that led outside! Depth Charge hurried towards it, almost forgetting that he could be attacked at any moment. The less time it took him to find a weapon, the more time he would have to hunt X- and which was the more important of the two parts to his night was glaringly obvious. He opened the door and walked into the cold, crisp night air.
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The flashlight made a ragged little puddle of light in front of him as he hurried up through the hallway. Where the hell was everyone? No, really. Where the hell were all the people?
Okay, sure, the emptiness was eerie, but he had places to go. People to meet. Crap to get. If he kept telling himself that, everything would be fine. Right? Right.
He yanked open the door to the field without a second thought.
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Once back inside, he slammed the door shut and pressed himself against the wall, waiting for his heartbeat to come back into the healthy range. His eyes were screwed shut.
He needed to get the fuck out of this place. Wake up, call Bart, and go drink beer and tell him about the freaky-ass dream he'd had. Listening to other people talk about their dreams was probably the dullest way to spend an evening, but he'd buy the fucking beer. Six-packs at the store, so they could take it home and mix it with some nice long drags off a hefty bag. And besides, it was Bart. He'd listen to anything if there was beer. Hell, he liked Pöyzen Böyzen.
When he opened his eyes, the hallway was still there. Damn. To cover the fact his knees still felt a little rubbery, he double-checked his detour route. That didn't kill as much time as he'd hoped, but waiting around wasn't going to fix anything. If he wanted to go that route, he should head back out and let whatever-that-was eat him and be done with it. One last deep breath, and he was moving again.
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Whatever Starscream had to say had BETTER be worth all this aggravation, or Blitzwing would smash his face into the FLOOR!
Or maybe he'd just tell Lugnut where the traitor was hiding -- yes, that would show Starscream what happened when he tried to make a fool of Blitzwing...
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Such a familiar path. If Leon hadn't been worried that something would pop out of the dark and gobble him up in one bite, he might have forgone his flashlight just getting there.
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The girls' block was just below his own. If she did as they discussed on the bulletin, then Brooklyn would be meeting her just inside the block He kept an eye out, though, looking for any girl that might fit who he was looking for.
He really should have asked for a description...
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Stepping out into the larger hall, Matt held his makeshift staff at the ready. He was determined not to let anything sneak up on him again, even though he figured he wouldn't even be able to hear half the creatures in this place if they chose to do as much.
He just needed to move quickly. The less time he spent out of the patient blocks, the better.
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Ryuk had debated bringing his Death Note out. It didn't seem to be working but... well, to a Shinigami, it was kinda like leaving your lungs behind. Sure he had enough years on there not to have to worry about himself but... it was still the thing that made his existence happen, right? And he wasn't as big an idiot and Shidoh. Few Shinigami were. Well, Rem and Jealous had been pretty dumb too, in their own ways. Shidoh just got the metaphorical cake. At least the other two had failed for a reason. Of course theirs had been fata- whatever. Thinking about it was boring.
Besides, the laws of life and death didn't seem to apply here.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/517218.html?thread=42667362#t42667362).] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/520443.html?thread=42666747#t42666747) ()
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This area was busy, as usual. Sasuke kept to the wall and moved as silently as possible, focusing on locating and avoiding the sounds of other footsteps.
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He wasn't showing up, again. That was probably that. Xelloss wasn't sorry about it, but he did find it curious. Then again, this was just a return to the way things had been at home, at least for Hellmaster, wasn't it?
Being alone also meant he was more free to decide on his own path back towards his proper place... not that he hadn't done so before as well.
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It was only a short distance from one door to the next and Allen covered it as quickly as he could, hoping that Rinali wouldn't have left her room by now. If she was still here. She'd waited before, would she do the same now?
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Leon paused for a moment in the hall, trying to decide where to go. He had no real plans, now, but just blindly wandering was a foolish thing to do. He knew very well what the supply closets and the kitchen upstairs contained--should he gather more items from there, maybe for trading? Or explore the more unknown--to him, anyway--outdoors. The sports equipment had potential, though he didn't need any more makeshift weapons, but who knew what he could find there?
Decided by that, Leon turned north and headed towards the door to the field.
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Listening carefully in the hallway, Marcus couldn't even any heartbeats or the sound of anything breathing, so he was fairly confident the hall was empty. Which was just as well, he wanted this trip to the patient run clinic to go as smoothly as possible.
"I don't hear anything dangerous," Marcus said when he entered the hallway.
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"So, if'n yer m'new roommate, tha' means ya jus' turned up, righ'? Ya seem pretty...comf'table with this whole se' up. Ya don' think any o' this...ain' righ'?" If this man was a 'plant', a stoolie for Landel, well, he obviously wouldn't just come out with it. But most patients tended to ask a few more questions before just accepting their predicament. If he was one of Landel's agents, then perhaps he might slip. Either way, without confidence in his current abilitity to fight, Logan thought it might be useful to push the man a little, to see what he knew, if nothing else. After all, if a man can't fight physically, he can at least learn all he could. Knowledge could be almost as powerful as fists (or claws), if it was used in the right way. It had taken him far too long to work that one out.
Noting Cole's statement as they reached the next hall, the mutant took a moment to sniff the air. "Yer righ', as usual," he said to the taller man, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice, but not enough to distract. "Ain' nothin' here. Le's keep movin'."
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It felt like ages before Sync was finally able to leave the patient block, scanning either end of the hallway with his flashlight before moving his way south. Not being in the mood to go outside, the God-General decided that the best thing to do was to explore the basement. It was the other two's decision whether or not they wanted to follow him.
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Instead, he shrugged. "I did say that I wasn't going to slow you down. So unless you get it in your head to try to do me in, I don't have much to worry about. Especially when these nights seem so quiet more often than not."
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Brook began humming for no other reason tonight than to keep his hopes up as he entered the next hallway. He was still terrified of the monsters in this place, but he was more afraid tonight of being unable to find his friend. Nami had gone already, so there was really nothing saying that Archer couldn't end up going as well. He wasn't sure how to be certain of his friend's disappearance though. Maybe he could talk to someone tomorrow who had known Archer. That might help sort things out.
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Finally, away from that pit-slagging bird, and Lugnut very nearly crumpled against the wall.
That had been one of the more unpleasant experiences of his five million years of existence.
Slowly, leaving a faint smear of blood on the wall where his bandaged arm was pressed, Lugnut sank to his knees, shaking faintly. And one of the more painful ones, and on top of that he was a human, and couldn't turn off his pain receptors, and the body seemed to be collapsing in on itself, arms and legs burning and-- it took a moment to notice, the handheld light too dim to give him a clear view of anything at all, but his vision was even darker than it should have been, and slightly blurry.
This... had not been a good night, he decided.
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At least he could still walk- which was more than could be said for the sorry-looking Decepticon crumpled on the floor a few feet away from him.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore optics." He muttered, leaning on the wall while he caught his breath. "I should leave you here to rust."
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Down, down, down the halls. Bourne continued onwards, the pilfered roll of duct tape slung on his wrist and a pen in his hand. He was a weapon, broken again, but he had a purpose tonight.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/517218.html)]
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Though he was still cautious as he walked the halls, he was simply going through the motions. In his line of work, they lost many, many people, though he held on to the belief that they saved more than were lost. Even so, it didn't make dealing with it any easier when it happened.
He was late to meet the others, but hurried his pace, not wishing to miss saying goodbye to another friend.
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Emerging into the larger hallway, Wonka realized all too soon that he hadn't planned out his route very well. Sure, he had checked how to get in and out of the patient blocks, but going from one block to another had a few options, and he hadn't taken the time to look over them. He leaned against the wall and pulled out the map from the bulletin board, maneuvering his flashlight in an attempt to see the area near his current intersection. He could take the hallways around the south end of the building, or he could take a shortcut through the field to the north.
After a second or two of thought, he decided on the courtyard. Open spaces didn't mean anything to a predator if it couldn't find you in the cramped ones, and given the choice between a short route with monsters and a long route with monsters, he'd pick the short route any day. With that settled, Wonka folded up his map and began the trek down the hallway, waving the beam from his flashlight to and fro as he went. The hallway had gotten wider, and he needed to keep track of as large an area as he could, to be sure that he wouldn't be ambushed in this darkened corridor.
After a disconcertingly long time walking the hallway, Wonka finally reached the door. He pressed his body against it for a moment, listening for any obvious noises outside, and then pushed it open and bolted out into the night air.
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Peeking in, Roland had to frown and growl in frustration. Not a sign of either demon that he was looking for, which meant that they had to have moved on without him. Heat he could understand doing that, but Argilla? No, no, that he couldn't imagine at all. What were they-
Then he heard a scream from further down the hallway, and more to the point, what sounded suspiciously like a spray of blood. Normally he let people fight as they pleased, but he hadn't heard anyone make a sound like that in the hallways before. What kind of moron was involved there? Without another sound, Roland moved on, unable to shake a rising feeling of dread.
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