damned_institute | Nightshift 38: M-B Block Hallway

This looked like the spot! Teisel had to admit, he was really very good at this. Whether that was enough to make him useful was another matter, but there was no point in getting depressed before he'd even started working.

Hopefully the admiral hadn't changed his mind...

Depth Charge stumbled blindly through the darkness, down into the block's hallway. He'd left his map in his room, but it wasn't as though that made a bit of smelting difference. He didn't have plans tonight. Tonight he had nothing.

He gripped the bat even more tightly in his fist and charged on towards the door into the next hall, throwing it open so violently that it hurtled into the wall behind it with a reverberating crash.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546382.html?thread=44854606#t44854606)]

Almost there, and Hanatarou couldn't be more relieved. So far he was okay, and everyone said the halls by the rooms were safer. Right?

He still didn't slow down, though, as he moved down the block (almost exactly the same as his own, more familiar section) and found the hallway he was looking for.

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/548564.html?thread=44856532#t44856532)]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/548564.html?thread=44859604#t44859604)]

The next hall Godot came to was empty, though he could hear sounds of movement coming from some distance away. The sheer size of the place made it clear that the prosecutor was hardly alone in his situation. So again, why? Was it designed to be a competition? The first rat to press the red button got a prize, while all the others were shocked?

Godot shone his light around, fighting back the sluggish feeling that came from missing his morning cups of coffee. Several halls that looked like the one he had just come from, areas marked restrooms, and a door leading from unknown into unknown. Twists, turns, and how many dead ends before finding that right switch? There was only one way to know, though Godot lacked breadcrumbs to mark his trail.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546812.html?thread=44897532#t44897532).]

The nurse had taken him down this way twice before, but this was Bruce's first time venturing into this hall on his own. Flashlight steady in his hand, Bruce wondered by what system roommates were assigned; it was probably just a strange twist of luck that made it so that his room and the Flash's were in the halls farthest from each other, but Bruce was wary of making allowances in this place. There were only so many "coincidences" possible in this world, and he could feel Dr. Landel rapidly using up his number.

He hadn't seen any monsters yet, but he knew from what he'd read on the bulletin that it was far from impossible to be attacked by one (or a swarm of them) alone. With his luck...

Chances, he mentally amended. Not luck.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/547788.html?thread=44881356#t44881356).]

"I AM OSIRIS, MASTER OF THESE HALLWAYS! GIVER OF LIFE! BRINGER OF DEATH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Spider came tearing into the hallway at top speed, coat flapping about him. He tried to change direction, failed to slow down, and slammed into the wall next to the bathroom door, hard. He cackled.

"MY CREATION REBELS! HOW DARE YOU!"

He punched the offending wall hard. His fist rebounded harmlessly. Harmless to the wall, not to him. Spider howled in pain.

"THINGS GROW WORSE BY THE MINUTE! I MUST SURVEY MY KINGDOM! AWAYYYYYY!"

With that, he pushed away from the wall and sprinted out the door into the adjoining hallway.

[To here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546382.html?thread=44968526#t44968526)]

[From here.]

Even though Guy didn't really want to think about it, his mind went ahead and started doing a head count of his friends. Luke? Gone. Tear? Gone. Peony? Gone. Asch, who wasn't really a friend, but somehow deserved a spot on the list anyway - gone. Ion was apparently still here, but who knew if that was even the case at this point, and Jade's whereabouts had been up in the air for a few days now.

So the worst case scenario meant that it was only himself, Anise, and Sync left. Great. Guy would have rubbed at his eyes if his hands weren't full.

On top of all of that, Ashton had disappeared too. Guy wasn't sure what he would do if Anise and Claude were victim to the same fate someday, but it just meant that they needed to work even harder to get out of here before that happened - and hopefully the basement would offer them some kind of clue about that.

Reaching Claude's hall, Guy started down it.

[To here.]

The hallway seemed empty as Tony stepped into it, though enough sound carried to let him know other patients were still out and about for the night. He made a quick left, purposeful strides carrying him to the door without any hesitation. It was thoughtless confidence in a way, assuming there was nothing there to be seen because there hadn't been on previous nights.

Others had already come and gone, so it looked as though Kurogane hadn't gotten out as swiftly as he'd hoped he would. Or others had just chosen to move quickly as well. Kurogane made sure things were safe enough before rounding the corner and heading for the next hallway.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/545593.html?thread=45035321#t45035321)]

He'd walked down this way too many times for his liking. It'd be easier if he had his natural body to handle the darkness. To be able to read the air, see more in the dark... that'd make his progress less halting.

But on the other hand, he had his new companion with him, who had a light of his own, and that did make things easier. More light for his one open eye. If the double-vision would stop, that'd make things a lot easier. Human bodies were so inconveniently designed at times.

ZEX kept moving, making sure to keep close to Teisel so as not to lose him in the dark.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546382.html?thread=45036878#t45036878)]

(From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/548564.html?thread=45027028#t45027028) to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546382.html).)

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/545593.html?thread=45034553#t45034553)]

Okita didn't waste any more time than he already had in reaching this hall. Ayumu was quick and he needed to hurry. Keeping one hand on the hilt of his sword, he moved as silently as he could down the hall and into the main block hallway. The large hallways were easier to seem like she was waiting for anyone, but that also meant she was easier to spot.

Turning the corner, Okita hurried to reach the doorway.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546382.html?thread=45055822#t45055822)]

Edited 2009-01-26 14:13 (UTC)

[back from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/547788.html?thread=44881356#t44881356).]

There were more people in the hallway now as compared to just a few moments earlier, but most of them were just passing by and focused on their own matters. So long as Bruce didn't spot any familiar faces, he could walk with confidence; his attitude and demeanor was Batman in all the important ways now.

When he'd first arrived at the Institute, what bothered Bruce the most was the thought of having to spend days or weeks forced to act within the confines of some persona to protect his identity. Were the Batman's true name his own, Bruce would be seriously considering right now relaxing his caution; yet, provided by some cruel joke the patients in this Institute were returned to their own worlds--memories intact--after this ordeal...Bruce would be putting people at risk whom he couldn't afford to compromise. And sacrificing other lives just to make easier his own, even lives of the people who had at one time trusted him not to destroy them...that Bruce would not do. Not unless--

It didn't feel strange, walking with the Flash behind him rather than in front of or beside him. The Batman himself rarely allowed other people to stand so easily were they could at any time lash out and catch him by surprise, but he hadn't thought twice about taking the lead this time. He'd evaluate his reasons for this later, but for now, they needed some real progress.

[from here]

People.

The first thing Albedo noticed were the people. He didn't see them yet, but saw flickers of light and the sounds of talking and movement. Where was he? Was this U-Tic's headquarters? They had all but promised him that they would leave him to his own devices? Or... the Yuriev Institute? That would explain why he could feel... could feel....

[to here]

There weren't as many people around in the hallways from what he could see, which Wally guessed was a good thing. It meant that they hopefully wouldn't have to worry so much about being overheard while talking...

If they were actually, you know, talking. He supposed he should have remembered that Bats was Bats and didn't really like to waste conversation unless it was about something important. It was almost like the guy had a word-a-day limit or something.

As they moved through the hallway and out into the next, Wally began to wonder exactly how long he could handle this and how far away their destination was...

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/548564.html?view=45145556#t45145556)]

After creeping his way out past the end of the hallway, Kankurou narrowed his eyes a bit, pushing his hair back out of his face, eyes sweeping the area to get himself oriented. He wasn't even sure what the hell he was doing other than looking for Gaara, Temari, Baki, even some of the Konoha brats. Anyone he knew who could tell him what was going on.

His eyes settled on a ridiculously tall guy standing there, and loped over, eyes still flicking this way and that, prepared to fall into combat at a moment's notice.

"Hey." he called, voice low to avoid getting the attention of anything that might be lurking, "You got any idea what might be a good direction to go?"

Kurogane hadn't been standing still since he'd wanted to move quickly, but that was soon fixed as the voice caught his attention. It wasn't a loud call, but Kurogane knew it was directed towards him, and he turned towards the boy and looked him over. A uniform. That was grounds for more trust than if he'd been wearing something else (as though Kurogane was one to talk), but it did not mean Kurogane was simply going to trust whoever he came across completely.

"Out," he grunted, then turned to go. Either the boy was a threat, or he was new. That left Kurogane a few options. "I'm busy. If you can't fight, go back to your room and just stay there. If you can and want answers from me, then you better be able to keep up."

Since the boy had been smart enough not to shout his question, Kurogane could deduce that he had some experience with combat or at least stealth. And since Kurogane wasn't about to stop and give a "welcome to hell" lecture, the kid could make his own decision and keep up if he wanted or could. If he couldn't, then he should go back to his room anyway.

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