damned_institute | Nightshift 37: M51-M60 Hallway

Dinner. Such an unfair word. It was all Aidou could do to keep from baring his teeth at the intercom each time it came on. Sleep studies? He was sick of these games.

Once Kaito had entered their little box for dinner, it wasn't as though the vampire would be sinking back into sleep. His dinner was walking around and shovelling chicken into his mouth. A locked door, and one unsuspecting human... 'Dinner' was practically free for the taking, for a wounded, ravenous vampire.

Torture had many definitions.

Whatever went through Aidou's head that night--as he sat silently, watching Kaito almost constantly--it didn't change the fact that he held himself in check without wavering. No, no he couldn't attack the boy, no matter how provoking the roommate situation was. When the doors unlocked and he let Kaito leave for the night, it felt like Aidou could finally breathe. Less to do with his healing chest wound.

There was no way around it, Aidou needed the night to find blood, and badly. He didn't fear he'd ever lose control and unintentionally hurt one of the other prisoners... but he wasn't about to restrain himself further for the sake of others. He'd spent the day keeping himself coiled like a spring, and now he needed to pull back from that edge and unwind, ease his appetite. He needed to heal as quickly as possible, if only to make up for what had happened last night.

The clothes that'd been ruined were, as usual, in perfect condition. The noble didn't have time to wallow in the resentment; he changed into his black uniform shirt and the second pair of pants. The radio came along as usual, not that Aidou had any intention of following Jill's advice should she deign to give any.

Right, now... The vampire made no sound as he stepped into the hallway, took a single look around, and left. No good... He needed to find people he could subdue without undue strain.

_{[to here]}

Edited 2008-12-09 07:39 (UTC)

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/516608.html?thread=42523392#t42523392)]

Yahiko touched the number plate on the first door to see which order the numbers would go in, then counted down to the door that should have been Kenshin's. He gave it a couple good knocks, then waited for the rurouni's voice to call him in.

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/516345.html?thread=42544889#t42544889)]

At his pace, it didn't take long for Sanosuke to reach Kenshin's hall. He slowed down a bit then, his eyes having started to adjust to the darkness some, and Sano could just make out a figure standing in front of M55. Only one guy that could be, and Sano grinned.

"Nice to know you didn't get lost." A hand in his pocket, Sanosuke walked up to Yahiko. "So you find out what the nurses call you and your room number like I told you to?"

At the first sign of voices outside his door, Kenshin popped his head outside. "Glad you made it," he said, smiling broadly at Yahiko. "This one trusts that you...didn't run into anything?" Probably not. They wouldn't have gotten here so quickly if they had.

"Ah...why don't you come in for a few minutes? Sano, did you manage to get those...things? To power the flashlight?"

Yahiko frowned at Sano's request, having forgotten the latter part of it. He'd taken note of the number on his door when the nurse directed him into it, but as for the name they called him, he drew a complete blank. "My room's number 46," he told him, "but the nurse didn't call me anything."

When Kenshin opened the door with a smile, he couldn't help grinning as well. "Nope." Yahiko stepped past Kenshin and stood in the center of the room, looking at the others expectantly. "So we're going outside?" That's what the bulletin said. Either way, he wanted to get started as soon as possible, partly because it was good to accomplish stuff but mostly because he was curious about these creatures Sano had talked about. Now that they were all together, there was no way they'd run into something they couldn't handle.

"Well, at least we'll know where to find you." And all three of them were in the same block, no less. That was pretty good luck, though Okita being there too might give some bad to balance it out. "Just tell the nurses your name tomorrow. They'll tell you who you're supposed to be."

Kenshin was grinning, and that was a good sign. Sanosuke stepped in after Yahiko, and nodded when Kenshin asked about the things. "Yeah. Here." Pulling out the weird tubes, Sanosuke handed them over, then held out his light stick. "Where'd you learn all this crap from anyway, Kenshin? The light stick thing is nice when it works, but lighting a candle is a hell of a lot simpler."

"Yes, we're going outside," Kenshin said, walking over to his bed to retrieve the sakabatou from where he'd hidden it under the mattress. "But this one wants to speak with you for a little bit before we go, if that's all right?" They needed to talk about how best to arm Yahiko, and maybe a little more about the situation with Okita, since Kenshin had gotten cut off at breakfast. He wasn't going to say anything about Sen, at least not yet. Not until he knew more about her.

He threaded the sheathed sword through the loop he'd created in the waistband of his trousers, paused, and then turned around to face the boy. "Apologies, Yahiko. This one knows that you're an adult and have got a sword of your own now, but tonight, you may be back to the bokken. There's a wooden pole in the closet...do you think you can work with that until we can get you a sword of your own?"

The rurouni took the flashlight and the tubes from Sanosuke, staring at them intently. "You pick up a few things when you watch the board. Apparently these" --he held up the batteries-- "power the flashlight but...this one doesn't know how. We can experiment?"

As eager as he was to get started, if Kenshin thought there was stuff to discuss, that stuff was definitely more important. "Sure," Yahiko said with a nod, attentive as he waited for further instruction. He watched Kenshin tuck the sheathed sword into the waistband, but when the rurouni spoke, it was his tone rather than his words that caught Yahiko's attention. Yes, the Kenshin he'd seen at the dojo a few days ago had spoken to him like an equal, but that Kenshin had watched him train and grow for five years. This Kenshin, who didn't remember anything about him after Kyoto, still had complete faith that Yahiko had become the kind of adult he'd always wanted to be. The thought made him grin, and it was another second before he responded.

"I almost always use a shinai or bokken anyway." He walked over to the closet and opened the door, squinting. "You said that swords shouldn't be drawn lightly." He found the pole and gripped it, testing its balance. He preferred the practice weapons that he was used to, but he'd be able to get the hang of this. While the other two dealt with the light sticks, he worked on getting used to the balance of the pole using a few well-practiced swipes.

Swords shouldn't be drawn lightly. Sanosuke grinned; it sounded like something Kenshin would say, and Yahiko had taken it to heart. And even now, he was swinging the pole around with a form that definitely showed how he'd matured as a swordsman. The kid had definitely grown into a fine man. Sanosuke would still tease the hell out of him whenever he could, though.

Kenshin was talking about the batteries, and Sanosuke nodded, turning his attention to the rurouni. "Is that how it works? Ninja Girl said she'd fix it, but I didn't have it with me then." Sanosuke looked at the items, then shrugged. "If it's just mine that isn't working, we can go without. I'll ask about it tomorrow. Besides," Sanosuke grinned, pointing over at Yahiko. "Someone is pretty damn eager to get going, yeah?" And truthfully, Sanosuke was too. Maybe actually getting over the wall and exploring some would get them somewhere with going home. Anything seemed more promising than saying indoors.

Kenshin also smiled at that. Swords shouldn't be drawn lightly. It was something he had done his best to live by these past ten years, and now Yahiko was repeating it right back at him. The boy really had earned that sword. Even with something as bulky and unwieldy as the closet pole, he showed obvious skill. There was a reason that he'd become an instructor at Kamiya Kasshin-Ryuu at the age of fifteen.

The rurouni gave the batteries and the flashlight one more hopeless look and nodded. There were three of them, and they had two working flashlights. They had more than enough light.

"Let's just go, then," he said, smiling.

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/521884.html?thread=42942108#t42942108).]

Edited 2008-12-15 05:43 (UTC)

The conversation with Honey had left Sai thoughtful. When he left to head for Mello's room, he was only half focused on that particular task. Along with the usual items he brought with him at night, he grabbed his notebook. Tonight he'd be more productive, hopefully.

He wouldn't be there the whole night. He knew Mello had other plans and he had things he needed to get done himself. He'd have to get as much as he could done in the shortest amount of time.

Edited 2008-12-09 23:02 (UTC)

Sai seemed kind of distracted, but Honey was glad they'd been able to talk. He hoped he could help, even if it was just something small. Sai had been nice to him, if a little strange, from the very first day and he'd like to repay him somehow.

He waved goodbye when Sai left and went to gather his own things, opting to leave Usa-chan sitting on the bed tonight, and picking up his half of the walkie-talkie. He'd forgotten to mention them to anyone yet and they could probably wait until morning. All the same, they might be nice to have on hand, just in case. He tucked it on to his waistband and looked for anything else that might be useful. His flashlight, some pens, and that was really it. He'd worked with less, but it would have to do for now.

Peeking his head outside the door, he waited out in the hall, flashlight in hand as he anxiously waited for Takashi.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/522076.html?thread=42899292#t42899292)]

Mori made it with relative ease to his cousin's room like always. Getting to the place was easy since he did it every night. Coming up without making much noise, but enough to make sure Mitsukuni knew it was him, Mori stopped next to the shorter boy and head out the dessert.

Honey looked up the moment he heard Takashi coming, the sound of his footsteps familiar. The day had been busy and they'd separated them by age and gender and everything else so he hadn't even seen Takashi aside from here and there as he passed by.

He took the dessert, but paused before eating it, glancing up at his cousin. "Takashi," he started, looking only slightly worried. "You're not upset that I played with Sou-chan today, are you? He's really nice I think."

Playing with Soubi during the last shift had probably been the most enjoyable part of his day. After the first two angry people, then lunch, it'd been a nice pick up before dinner. He just hoped Takashi would understand. Usually there were few problems, neither even needed many words to know what the other was feeling or why, but it was always best to clear the air before things got complicated.

When Mitsukuni didn't start right in on his dessert, Mori knew something was wrong. Was it not what he wanted? There was a moment of panic as Mori tried to think of just what it could be that Mitsukuni might want more when Mitsukuni spoke and cleared up the whole situation.

Sou-chan. Soubi. Agatsuma Soubi - Mori had heard the name when the twins mentioned him on the board. The man they said was a pervert. But that couldn't be right since even Mori had met him (albeit briefly) once and he hadn't really given off any weird vibes. Sure, he'd been hanging around with Tamaki's roommate (who looked far too young to be in this place), but Mori hadn't thought anything was off about their relationship. Until this morning of course, but the twins tended to exaggerate sometimes.

Shaking his head, Mori leaned against the wall, keeping an eye on the hallway around them. No matter what people said, so long as Soubi didn't try anything, Mori would be fine with him. Mitsukuni could take care of himself anyway, and if he and the older man got along, then it wasn't Mori's place to separate them. Unless Soubi did something that made Mitsukuni upset - then Mori would have to step in. Looking down at Mitsukuni, he gave his cousin a reassuring look and then motioned to the dessert so he'd eat it before it melted.

When he saw Takashi shake his head, he was able to breathe a sigh of relief. He'd feel really bad if everyone thought those things about Soubi. The twins were probably just taking one of their jokes too far, which wasn't all that strange for them.

"He just wants to protect his friend," Honey explained, starting on his ice cream. "I told him we would help him learn to fight. He said he's not very good, but hnn... I bet it would help a lot." Not just for Soubi, but for a lot of the people here. He didn't know if he wanted to start teaching again seriously, but he also didn't want his friends going out at night unprepared.

When he finished the bowl, he set it down near the wall, all set to go, but not sure where to start. Phones again? Maybe tonight that front desk place would be clear.

Mitsukuni sighed in relief and Mori did a little, too. If small things like that started to build up, the stress would make Mitsukuni unhappy and with what little time he had with his cousin, Mori didn't want anything more to stress him out. Or maybe that was just Mori's stress. Hm...things to think about. Kneeling down, he turned so Mitsukuni could climb easily onto his back and waited.

If Soubi just wanted to protect his friend, then Mori understood his feelings quite well. Not everyone as small as Mitsukuni had the benefit of being able to take care of himself. If the kid wanted to learn how to defend himself, then Mori would be happy to teach him or to let Mitsukuni teach him. The rest of the Host Club could probably use it, too, come to think of it.

Now that everything was settled and the small bit of tension was gone between them, Mori turned his thoughts to what they were going to do that night. "Front room?" he asked, wondering if they were going to try for phones. "Or kitchen?"

Honey didn't waste time in climbing onto his cousin's shoulders. It felt safer there, and without Usa-chan tonight, he needed that extra support. Once he made it all the way up, he held his flashlight at the ready, tiny sentinel for their journey.

"Front room first," he decided. Hopefully those weird monster things wouldn't be around tonight.

"Hnnn," he glanced down the hallway toward their next destination. "If anything is bothering you too Takashi, it's okay to say something." Tamaki wouldn't share everything, he knew the twins were still keeping a lot to themselves, but Takashi had always been pretty open. He just hoped this place wouldn't change that.

Come to think of it, Mori did wonder where Usa-chan was. Mitsukuni always had the bunny with him and now it was oddly missing. Perhaps he had put it to rest? He couldn't imagine Mitsukuni giving it away for any reason. Unless someone else really needed it and even then...

Front room. Got it. With his cousin on his shoulders, Mori stood and started down the hall.

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/516608.html?thread=42947584#t42947584)]

Kaito and Aidou hadn't spoken before Kaito set out for the night's work. He considered seeing about unscrewing the pole in his closet for Kudou's use (partially for safety and partially to appear more trustworthy by arming the detective), but decided against it; their mission could lead to procuring a pipe for the detective's use, but without knowing how to properly wield it, Kudou would be no better off than Kaito.

He set out carrying only his pillowcase-wrapped syringes in his coat pocket, carrying an extra. Hattori was meant to meet with Homura tonight, and he could deliver the extra to the History Club leader.

[Skipping to here]

Edited 2008-12-10 04:45 (UTC)

Rude grabbed the Pipe and torch and....makeshift bag. Shit. He wasn't explaining this to Reno. Of course, he'd heard a few words in the Arts and Crafts room that implied the story was an old one by now. Fucking Elena. She could be such a girl.

[Headed this (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/521884.html?thread=42661020#t42661020) way.]

Well all right, it was finally time to see if his little experiment was going to work! Xigbar had gotten kinda sore in the ear from all the "GO TO YOUR ROOM" lines of the previous night, and now he was going to see if there was something screwy going on with that. Just like any good scientist, he needed a research subject... and if he was right, then that meant he'd have to obtain one the old-fashioned way.

Armed with his freaking arsenal, Xigbar very nearly skipped down the hallway, certain that this time he was going to get what he wanted. Those nurses were going down.

((To here.)) (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/521884.html)

((Back from here.)) (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/521884.html?thread=42665884#t43518364)

Yeah... real triumphant return, right? Xigbar ran down the hallway, stumbling a little as he rounded the corner. He had to assume that the nurse was still following after him, and... well, if that was true, then he'd either be a-okay or in a world of hurt in a few minutes. At least it'd answer the research question he still had... if the nurse was still there.

Xigbar slumped against the wall, narrowing his one eye and straining his ears to remain alert for the nurse's presence.

A few long moments passed, and all Xigbar heard was the pounding in his ears and the rasping of his own breath. No approaching nurses. No monsters. Well, that was aggravating, but he'd deal. More to the point, if they were turning away, then that left him an opportunity to counter-attack. This? This was not a moment to waste.

((Back to hear, stealthily!)) (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/521884.html?thread=42665884#t43518364)

As usual, it was some time before Mikami decided to finally leave his room, preferring to sit in the dark and think over simply throwing himself as soon as possible to whatever chaotic circumstances might be awaiting at night.

But it was interesting, wasn't it, that even though he had nearly forgotten about it, Edgeworth had kept his promise of supplying a list of names and room numbers. And even though said list was probably fairly inaccurate by now, it did have one important entry- that of Yagami Light. And the night before, Mikami had been told by his god that he would find a way to contact him.

And so he was setting off, with coat, pens, and journal. After all, M65 wasn't that far away.

As much as Sasuke might have wanted to continue the conversation with Allen, he had (unfortunately) agreed to meet people, and he couldn't be late after specifically telling them not to be. Ending the conversation a little abruptly, Sasuke grabbed his supplies and left, frowning at the intercom's messages.

More sleep studies? They were definitely doing them every night, now. Was the increase due to the increase in patients, or some time constraint?

No point ruminating at this precise moment. Moving with confident speed -- he knew these halls far too well by now, walking them by day and night -- Sasuke headed for the rendezvous.

[[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/516608.html?thread=42711296#t42711296)]]

Allen was slow to get started himself, and he couldn't say that he was really looking forward to any of the events this evening. If he could find Rinali tonight that would be one thing, but his hopes were low, even for that.

As usual, he went out, unarmed and without his flashlight, his night-vision passable enough to see by.

[[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/521884.html?thread=42766748#t42766748)]]

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