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Renamon ([personal profile] diamondstorm) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-12-09 04:20 pm

Night 37: East Wing, Hall 2-A

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This hall was as familiar as the room halls by now. She quickly walked up to the door she needed, and without prelude, slamming her heel down on the knob. It broke off nicely, again. It was somewhat of an annoyance to have to do this every night.

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[identity profile] tostepforward.livejournal.com 2008-12-22 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ayumu couldn't help but feel a tiny surge of triumph when Robin actually set his hand on hers, though naturally it didn't show at all. He'd tensed a bit when she'd first touched him, and she'd worried for half a second that she'd pushed a little too far, but apparently not. She still didn't quite understand why he was being so shy - right now it could be due to Mello's presence, but that didn't explain previously.

Ah, well. Clearly he'd had a rather different upbringing than most of those men she was used to dealing with. She could adapt, she always did.

She glanced over at him in the dim light from Mello's flashlight and smiled just a little, apparently trying to reassure either him or herself, or both. They'd managed to get this far without incident, fortunately, and she was relieved. A little encouragement couldn't hurt, could it?

The door they were going through seemed to be locked, though the things Mello handed to Robin were rather strange-looking. Perhaps they were for picking the lock? Odd tools, then.

[identity profile] whohitreset.livejournal.com 2008-12-22 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Right. He knew this. He was getting distracted. "Yeah, that's right," Matt muttered, hardly making up for it. "I remember now."

Mello offered him syringes and he almost asked him what they were for before rationality smacked him in the face. Picking the lock. Because Mello only had one hand to use. Let's work on that reaction time, shall we?

Immediately focusing, the young man uncapped one of the makeshift tools and got to work. These locks were simple, though the unorthodox picks made the job take a few seconds longer than it normally would have. Soon enough he was back on his feet and giving the handle a twist.

"In we go."