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damned_institute2009-01-24 12:03 pm
kindalikedit) wrote in damned_institute2009-01-24 12:03 pm
Entry tags:
- alec,
- angel,
- anise,
- asch,
- dean winchester,
- hanatarou,
- junpei,
- kristoph,
- kvothe,
- leon magnus,
- levi,
- mello,
- peter petrelli,
- ren,
- ronixis,
- sam winchester,
- sora,
- superboy,
- teisel,
- zex
Nightshift 38: M1- M10 Hallway
Dean had taken a nap after dinner, figuring that he might as well grab whatever rest he could before he took off trying to find supplies for a full-blown exorcism. His sleep was fitful, the hunter tossing and turning in the bed, eventually settling for sprawling face down in it with his arms flung around his pillow. When he woke up, Angel was gone. Dean rolled over to sit up, jaw set as he rubbed the sleep from one bleary eye, still breathing heavily. Cold Oak. Fucking Cold Oak. That was over and done with, yet he was still having nightmares about the goddamned place, as if enough wasn't enough that all of that was far behind him now. Reaching up, Dean took in a slightly shaking breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he told himself he wasn't gonna keep waking up in cold sweats feeling Sam's blood all over him, and, if he was, he would deal with it 'cause it was just a bunch of dreams. Wasn't real anymore. He'd saved Sammy.
When he stood up, he was ready to get on with the night. He'd find his little brother, no matter what, even if he had to get his information from that demon Punk-Ass and not by asking nicely.
Dean was even looking forward to it now.
Heading over to the closet, Dean opened it. His clothes hung there in the closet, all perfectly folded, just like it'd been this morning when he'd left it. Feeling under his jeans, his fingers closed around the bowie knife's hilt. Setting the knife aside, Dean began changing, shrugging out of his simple patient clothes and kicking them aside so he could put on his real clothes. The last things to go on were his boots and jacket, the weight of his pendent settling comfortably against his chest. Dean turned his attention to getting ready for the night. Flashlight? Check. Bowie? Check. And something to carry more than a handful of salt...Dean improvised, removing the pillow case from his pillow and balling it up so he could stuff it in his pocket.
Ready as he was ever gonna be. Aside from being bandaged up still, he was good.
Dean consulted the map he'd copied his first day here from the bulletin board. If he was gonna try to get hold of a rosary, it'd most likely be in Patient Possessions - someone here would've had to be a Bible-thumper who believed in God and all that stuff at some point, right? Salt, he figured the kitchen. As for something to deal with Punk-Ass, he figured he'd need some rope (or duct tape, if they didn't have any rope just lyin' around) and something to draw out the Key of Solomon. Not to mention water; kinda hard to make holy water when you had the holy but not the water. First thing was first though; he still had that meeting with that "R" chick - he thought it was a chick - in F-A hall for that spare flashlight.
The hunter turned on his flashlight and opened M2's door, stepping outside.
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When he stood up, he was ready to get on with the night. He'd find his little brother, no matter what, even if he had to get his information from that demon Punk-Ass and not by asking nicely.
Dean was even looking forward to it now.
Heading over to the closet, Dean opened it. His clothes hung there in the closet, all perfectly folded, just like it'd been this morning when he'd left it. Feeling under his jeans, his fingers closed around the bowie knife's hilt. Setting the knife aside, Dean began changing, shrugging out of his simple patient clothes and kicking them aside so he could put on his real clothes. The last things to go on were his boots and jacket, the weight of his pendent settling comfortably against his chest. Dean turned his attention to getting ready for the night. Flashlight? Check. Bowie? Check. And something to carry more than a handful of salt...Dean improvised, removing the pillow case from his pillow and balling it up so he could stuff it in his pocket.
Ready as he was ever gonna be. Aside from being bandaged up still, he was good.
Dean consulted the map he'd copied his first day here from the bulletin board. If he was gonna try to get hold of a rosary, it'd most likely be in Patient Possessions - someone here would've had to be a Bible-thumper who believed in God and all that stuff at some point, right? Salt, he figured the kitchen. As for something to deal with Punk-Ass, he figured he'd need some rope (or duct tape, if they didn't have any rope just lyin' around) and something to draw out the Key of Solomon. Not to mention water; kinda hard to make holy water when you had the holy but not the water. First thing was first though; he still had that meeting with that "R" chick - he thought it was a chick - in F-A hall for that spare flashlight.
The hunter turned on his flashlight and opened M2's door, stepping outside.
[To here]
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"Okay." Ururu was willing enough to believe Superboy, but she trusted most people. She still didn't like the idea of him going off on his own though. "Just be careful, okay? And if you want to in the future, you can probably work with my friends and me too. We're the Lost and Found Club. Someone usually puts a note up on the bulletin."
Like Fai-san had that day. Ururu hoped he and the others were okay. Not everyone had said something, and that wasn't good.
Ururu thought Superboy looked kind of big for a two-year-old, but she didn't think he'd lie about something like that. It seemed kind of silly to her. "Okay. Are you coming with us, Superboy-kun?" She was a little worried when she saw Kurt only had two fingers though. Had he gotten into an accident? But in a weird way, Ururu didn't think it looked like his hand was supposed to have more fingers, so she didn't say anything. Instead, she took the offered hand. "They're in F3. I know how to get there, since that's close to where my room is."
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"Yeah, I'll be real careful. You should be more worried about taking care of Kurt. He's a real sensitive guy you know?" He grinned at the girl. It was reassuring to know she had some powers and should be able to take care of herself even if she was pretty young. And she was smart enough to make sure she had someone to watch her back. Kurt would make sure she was OK tonight and once Kon was done she wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again.
"Like I said, I got stuff of my own to do. But, hey, thanks for asking. I was just asking if you wanted some company on the way." It was cute that the kid was worried about him. She was probably used to watching out for others because of her powers.
Kon stepped out into the hall, flicking on his flashlight and looking around. He was tempted to stay and make sure Kurt didn't try wrapping up again but it would be pointless to hide like that if he was going to meet other people. And he was itching to get moving, to find the head doctor and take him out before he could zap Kon back to his room again.
Waving jauntily to the pair he said, "I'll see you around guys." Next stop loony central!
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/547107.html?thread=44981795#t44981795)]
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"We should get going too," Kurt said, and he led Ururu out of his room--wondering if it was really okay to leave his sheet behind.
(To here! (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/544346.html?thread=44992602#t44992602))