Nightshift 38: F1-F10 Hallway

[shallweplay.livejournal.com]

Though experimenting with playing cards wasn't exactly the hardest of bodily training, Ophelia did feel that the rigorous testing of her speed, accuracy and throwing power had sharpened her mind for the coming night, and she went out into the night confident that she would be able to handle herself much more gracefully than she had previously. It still irked her greatly that she was no longer able to face any challenge that came her way head on, but she realized now that if she was going to make any progress in attempting to get her power back and shove Martin Landel's balls up his own esophagus, she was going to have to turn down a few fun opportunities here and there.

Ophelia left her room with Kio's maps and a handful of pens in her pockets. She felt more than a little naked without anything else in hand, and she was reminded instantly that she missed not having her full night vision, but no matter. She had to get to the Sun Room quickly. There was no way she was going to get tied up again and miss the opportunity to get further into the basement. The fact that Landel had mentioned something about "down there" specifically in his intercom announcement only made Ophelia more eager.

The Claymore hurried down the hall as fast as she could while making sure she didn't bump into anything in the dark.

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[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

The pens were out to get her. It didn't matter how careful she was, inevitable one will decide to bleed ink all over her fingers in the middle of her making her cards. What she would give for some thin sheets of wood and a paint brush. Oh, black and red paint too.

Sheena only made one card using the playing cards she'd stolen from the Game Room. She was pretty sure it'd still work since she used the side with the uniform and unobtrusive pattern, leaving the playing side of the card to be the back. She made some paper ones, too, just as she'd been doing as she wasn't about to bet it all on just one card.

As Sheena, dressed in her yayoi (how she loved it), left her room to go pick up Raine as usual, she wondered if she'd test the card out on Kratos. That'd be satisfying. Eh, maybe not. She'd done a good job of avoiding him for the last day or so, since she spilled the orange juice on him. Maybe she could find a reason to not be in the clinic tonight.

It was getting kinda boring.

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[brightlyshine.livejournal.com]

She was late coming back to dinner, and she was quiet, smiling at her roommate once or twice but didn't really say anything. Then she proceeded to pick at her food until the other girl left, only then standing out and moving to pace about the room, undecided on what to do.

Elena paused at her closet, staring at both the clothing this place supplied her with along with her own suit that she'd somehow managed to obtain. She reached forward, a hand rubbing against the familiar dark cloth that usually comforted her and calmed her mind. The suit was professional, confident, drove her on to do some of the things that she had to do but might not necessarily want to.

Okay, no more of this doubting or debating, or letting little things get to her. She was a Turk, wasn't she? Trained to handle any situation, deal with any type of person, and being here in this place had done nothing but fill her with doubt. She didn't even trust herself or her abilities anymore, and if Tseng had been around for real, he'd probably be quite disappointed in her.

There was really only one thing she could do, and that was go searching on her own to get some confidence back.

She dressed quickly, tugging the suit jacket tight to her shoulders. Grabbing her knife and flashlight, tucking the weapon away and the later in her pocket, she stepped out into the hallway.

It was time to find out what was really going on in this place, and she was going to do it without anyone's help.

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F5

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

[from here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/549947.html?thread=44910907#t44910907)

Falis arrived at the door to F5 quickly, not lingering near her girlfriend's room any longer than necessary. Armed to the teeth with a pair of spears crossed on her back, several wooden stakes hanging from her waist and a katana on her hip, Falis was a force to be reckoned with.

Thankfully, she was there to get information from the victim so she could turn her skill and weaponry on the bloodsucker in question. Hopefully, this one would remember more than Kagura.

Falis knocked on the door and waited.

[2cuprhubarb.livejournal.com]

GLaDOS sat patiently in her room after the doors unlocked and her roommate had vanished, probably to kill as many monsters as she could get her hands on. Despite the thin cuts and the slight stinging pain in her torso, GLaDOS was still waiting, pulling her shirt back on when she remembered it was going to be dangerous to be half-naked out there.

Then someone knocked on the door. She stood up and opened it a bit, peering out to see a woman standing just beyond it. This was probably the one who had asked her to wait on the bulletin board; otherwise there would be no reason to knock.

She stepped back and opened the door silently, her eyes staring into the woman's own. The Hunter probably wasn't her real name, but it was the only thing she had at this point. A series of numbers would have been better, in her personal and computerized opinion.

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Falis figured the woman was older than her, but wasn't expecting her to be taller. It wasn't anything more than something to note, though. After a moment of eye contact, her eyes moved to the bandages on the woman's neck before looking back.

"I am the Hunter," she identified herself as. "Can I come in and take a look at the bite?"

[tostepforward.livejournal.com]

It seemed that tonight Yuffie planned to spend her time as most normal people would spend it - sleeping. Uncertain whether or not the young woman was trying to feign sleep, Ayumu kept her warily in view as she moved to prepare for the night, but still the other didn't budge from where she lay facing the wall.

She might have preferred to get ready while alone, as she had the night before, but this would have to be sufficient. Ayumu finally gave a mental shrug and slid several pens into place underneath her clothing, adding a few more to the pockets of her coat along with her journal, and used one last one to fasten her hair in a twist at the base of her neck.

Though she'd given some thought to wearing the blue hooded shirt she'd found the night before, Ayumu had finally rejected that idea; though it was darker than her grey clothing and thus less visible in the darkness, it was also too distinctive if anyone should see her in the hallways. Not to mention the fact that it had smaller pockets, as well.

With another vague wish for her own clothing (her real clothing, not the items in the box upstairs), and one more glance back at her sleeping roommate, Ayumu slipped out of the room.

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[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

[From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/545352.html?thread=44883016#t44949832)]

Sousuke moved quickly and efficiently through the hallways, always pausing to stop and listen and check to see if Allelujah heard or felt something before continuing. All in all, the trip was, as usual, uneventful.

He stopped outside of F1 and rapped on the door. "Miku, it's Sousuke. I've brought a friend as well, don't be alarmed."

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

Allelujah followed quickly and silently after Sousuke, keeping an eye out for any monsters which might decide to ambush them. He didn't hear or see anything, but he was wary nonetheless. He kept a note of where they ended up going. The women's block, first corridor. Might be a good idea to keep track of where people were.

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

Miku picked up her bag and hurried (the word being relative, of course) to the door, but not before tugging on a sweatshirt to conceal her arms and as much of her body as she could. It was one thing to be bared before someone that knew what she looked like under the bandages, but it was another for a stranger to see.

"I'm coming!" she called and pushed open the door carefully, as though wary of someone that might be using Sousuke's face. The stranger with him was a person she'd seen talking to Sousuke before, at least she hoped her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. "Good evening, sir."

F10

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

Dinner had been alright and while she still didn't know her new roommate any better than her last, she figured she ought to get herself ready to go. When the announcements sounded, she picked up her staff, but there wasn't anything else she could take. Her flashlight was gone and while that person on the bulletin was nice enough to give her one, it might be better to wait until Bridget arrived before picking it up.

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[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

When it'd been a while and there was still no sign of Bridget, Kagura started to worry. Perhaps she'd taken for granted the fact that they always seemed to meet up in the evenings. She hadn't taken initiative to set up any plans, so maybe he'd already made his own. If that was the case, maybe he really didn't need her after all. She was probably a lot more dependent upon him than he was on her.

Well, she could at least go fetch her flashlight so that Renamon didn't have to wait on her. If the others hadn't already moved on.

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F6

[see-my-back.livejournal.com]

Sakura's roommate had been relatively quiet and shy and when the announcement sounded, she was more than ready to head out. She just had to meet with Renamon quickly and then hurry on to her team. Shouldn't take too long. She'd been far ahead of the others last time, so a small stop wouldn't make much difference.

She wished Hanyuu luck with her own endeavors before hurrying out the door, supplies and flashlight in hand.

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F3

[mrmewmaker.livejournal.com]

The intercom announcements kept getting scarier and scarier, Shiki thought as she listened. She knew that it had been a rough few days and that a lot of people had gone missing or been killed, but she hadn't thought it had been that bad.

She thought back to what she'd said a few moments ago as she gathered her things. It was true that all any of them could do was to look forward, but that announcement had shaken her resolve a little. She didn't like the thought of any of her friends being hurt, or anyone else for that matter, and the way the intercom voice was talking...

No. She shook her head, as if to shake the thoughts out. "Oh, hey. Didn't a few people say they might come by tonight?"

[simpleastherain.livejournal.com]

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Orihime thought Shiki might be taking things a little harder than she let on, but she could empathize. The best they could do was try to be there for eachother. She opened her mouth to respond but the intercom cut in suddenly, creepier than usual.

It made her a little angry to hear the head doctor talking like that. She didn't know how he could get angry with them when he was responsible for all the people disappearing...and all the ones that would disappear.

She looked up when Shiki spoke again. "Oh, yes." She was glad for the change of topic. "Ururu-chan is bringing a new friend. She said he looks a little different at night, so if he meets some people who don't mind it might help him feel better. And..he knows how to work in a team, so maybe he can help us a bit too. He must be nice if Ururu-chan likes him."

[bewarethecute.livejournal.com]

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Ururu was bringing a friend, except now, there were two friends. Running into Yue had been an accident, but that didn't stop Ururu from leading the pair down the hall by their hands. She was still sad about things that had happened earlier, but for now, she only paid attention to introducing Kurt to the others. Doing that helped her not feel so bad.

When they got to F3, Ururu released both Kurt and Yue so she could knock on the door. "Orihime-san, Shiki-san! It's Ururu. I brought Kurt-san and Yue-san."

[a_sin_for_him]

Despite swearing to herself that she would have some form of plan, Lust found herself faced with the same quandary she faced every night. No set destination, no companion, and no sense of purpose.

The rage that had been fueling her since losing Scar had faded, and once more she was without direction. It was an unpleasant way to be, and the former sin didn't know how much longer she could go on like this. Why was it suddenly so difficult to gain allies? Those she'd felt she had a strong alliance with were either gone or fading away in one sense of the word or the other.

It was...distressing. Well, this was the night. It wasn't for fretting or worrying or regretting. It was the only time she could get anything done. And if she had to do so by herself, so be it.

Head held high, Lust strode into the hallway to face the night.

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

Rangiku blinked blearily up at the ceiling, wincing when she realised that she must have fallen asleep after finding out about River. She deserved to sleep for a month though, or at least, she felt like she deserved it. And bottles of alcohol to wash it all down with too. That wouldn't make anything better, but it would at least blunt the sharp edges for a while.

She stood up, grabbed her things and armed herself almost mechanically before slipping out of the door. The room was only a short way away, thankfully.

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[mrmewmaker.livejournal.com]

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"Sorry, Yue-san. I didn't get a close look at the bulletin. Where were you thinking of going?", Shiki asked. She was pretty much up for anything, after the last few nights.

[winged_moon]

[following, tralala]

To be honest, Yue hadn't really had a specific destination in mind, especially considering that he wasn't really certain just which form he was going to be in that night. It had been the first time he'd shifted back to his false form since that night, after all, and he wasn't quite sure what other effects it might have had.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked the girl over, looking thoughtful. Small, and thin enough that it appeared a stiff breeze could snap her in half. Though appearances didn't really mean all that much - Ururu was an excellent example of that. How capable this girl was, however, would determine where he wanted to go. He was injured already (even if he wouldn't admit it) and didn't want to put anyone else into danger.

"Are you a fighter?" he finally asked, frowning. "Could you protect yourself if we were attacked?"

[mrmewmaker.livejournal.com]

"I'm planning to get a sword and train with it soon," Shiki admitted, a bit sheepishly. "My real weapon is something I don't have here, but I'm working on getting it back together as soon as I can. But I think I can make do. I've fought before, under pretty bad circumstances, and I know when to run when I need to and stay back when I need to. I won't hold you back."

Shiki could tell that Yue was questioning her ability. She knew she wasn't as strong a fighter as some people, but she also had no intentions of holding him, or anyone else, back.

[prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com]

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A knot of tension was forming in Fox's stomach, he really didn't look forward to what he was going to find in Lyta's room. At this point, he wasn't optimistic about getting any good news. He felt extremely tense, and in a way, he was almost glad that Nara was with him. Having someone around would make it easier to keep control of himself. He didn't want to lose himself and attack the kid, so Fox began to mentally brace himself as he approached Lyta's room.

[toobothersome.livejournal.com]

Very, very few ninja would say that where they were from wasn't important, and if they did, they were either missing-nin or lying. The entire point of being a ninja was tied to the land they were raised to protect, and if--

Earth. Iwagakure.

That explained a lot.

The politics between the Land of Fire and the Land of Earth were complicated, and Shikamaru had napped or daydreamed through most of his history classes. From what he remembered they weren't enemies, but they were far from allies. Some kind of uneasy truce, he figured. Rock ninja were headstrong and determined, living up to their name. Fox had been helpful this far so suspicion was a waste of time, though he didn't mention his own origin.

Reading people had never been tough, so the fact that Fox was getting uncomfortable came across loud and clear. Strangers weren't as simple to pick apart as those he knew, though, so rather than wasting effort on subtleties Shikamaru simply went with the most likely reason: whatever they were about to do, there was a fair chance it wouldn't end well.

In front of F8

[prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com]

Fox remained silent as he paused in front of F8, grabbing the door handle and just hesitating for a moment. He supposed that if Lyta wasn't here, he could explain it away with the excuse that she had been taken for experimentation or to be brainwashed for the night.

That would just be making excuses, he would have to face loosing her sooner or later. In a place like this it almost seemed inevitable. Fox opened the door and looked into the room. One female, sleeping, but even with the limited light provided by his blue glow and Nara's flashlight he could see it wasn't her.

Deciding he didn't want to disturb her, Fox closed the door again and just rested his forehead against it for a moment. "She's gone," Fox said out loud. He wasn't normally prone to violence for purely emotional reasons, but he was willing to make an exception now.