Nightshift 38: East Wing, Hall A

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[From here.]

Soubi was certain he knew the way now. He'd come along here with Ritsuka, alone....teasing the boy with that can. Oh yes. He'd enjoyed that, though they'd had discussions about things Soubi would rather have hidden from. But you can't win them all.

Finding the door, he gave the handle a twist and a push but, like last time, it was a job for his shoulder. He stepped back before forcing his weight into it. The door opened and he shone the light in from the torch, checking for monsters.

[Going here.]

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[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/554548.html?thread=45235508#t45235508)]]

It was completely dark when they approached the hallway, but it didn't look like there was anything out here just yet. Hopefully it would remain that way. Probably depended on whether or not the Janitor's closet was locked or not or if they'd have to knock it down.

"Should be that one," Allen pointed out.

[lighthearted]

It really hadn't taken them long at all to get here: that's what was running through Sora's head as he stopped in front of the door Allen had pointed out. And when he thought about it, getting around the institute wasn't that hard if you weren't held up by anything. It was just that more often than not something came out of the shadows to attack, and that was what slowed them down.

Figuring that he shouldn't jinx them, Sora decided not to say any of that out loud. Instead, he reached forward and grabbed the doorknob, not too surprised to see that it was locked. He couldn't summon his Keyblade for something like this, so he was just going to have to tackle it like he always did.

Sora made a motion with his hand to indicate that Allen should get out of the way. "Here goes," he said as he backed up to get a running start.

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

When they reached the door and Sora started backing up, it took Allen a moment to realize that he meant to take a go at it. While he wasn't sure how good an idea it might be, he didn't really have a better one to contribute, so he made a hasty retreat.

[gottabetactile.livejournal.com]

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"You're calling me crazy for trying to open a door? This from the guy who's talking about killing someone? Man, you suck!" Kon laughed cheerfully, his earlier concern about attracting giant monsters completely forgotten. This time he was certain Sanzo was exaggerating with the talk of killing the head doctor. He was a good guy and good guys didn't kill.

Sauntering down the next hall Kon looked over the names of each room. Most of them didn't seem worth the time, laundry, mail, water. Boring. He could hear voices from inside the janitor's closet but what the hell would you expect to find in there? The name on the last door on the right made him pull up short.

"Hey man, check this out!" Patient possessions had to mean their stuff would be in there! Maybe he could get his costume back. If he was really lucky his Hypertime jacket might be in there too. Even if he couldn't leave yet, he'd feel way better knowing where it was. And that it hadn't blown up and vaporised someone or anything like that.

[31st-of-china.livejournal.com]

Patient possessions was new. He'd only seen the file room, but even he was curious to whether this was from their real lives, or the fake ones the institute had crafted. Sanzo doubted Landel would be in here. But either way, it was a chance at ammo. It was a start.

"Fine, open it." Sanzo stepped back. No reason why he had to waste effort screwing with the doors if Kid could do it. "Don't play dumb," he added. "you know exactly what I meant."

Considering Kid's earlier reaction to the talk about killing Landel, this was different. Sanzo hadn't been joking. There was plenty of reason to want this man dead. He was dangerous. Leaving him alive would only lead to the risk of all this happening again, even if they managed to escape.

[gottabetactile.livejournal.com]

Cockily saluting his partner, Kon turned to press his hand against the door, taking a deep breath to steady himself. It would work this time, it had to!

Beginning to reach for his TTK, Kon frowned and hesitated. It felt... wrong somehow. A little like something was missing and he was just fishing about where it used to be.

Nah, he was just being stupid now. Shaking it off he tried to push the TTK out into the door again but this time not only did it definitely not work, his head exploded in pain as soon as he tried. Dropping his flashlight, Kon yelped again and stumbled backwards, clutching at his head. It couldn't be the end of the night already could it? He didn't know why else his head would be aching like this again, like it had at the end of last night. Screwing his eyes shut, Kon hunched over, still clutching his throbbing head and wishing they'd just knock him out already!

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/560782.html?thread=45623438#t45623438)]]

He followed Sora out into the hall, giving the gentlemen a little more space in the cramped closet. Allen pulled out the map again, glancing over it as they walked.

"It looks like it might save us some time if leave the institute this way," he pointed out, tracing a line from their position to the area around the greenhouse. The other way might be just as likely to have those giant birds, but at least there was the small chance they might escape without a fight.

[lighthearted]

While Sora felt bad for leaving so suddenly, he and Allen needed to get a move on, and he was sure that Indiana and Adam had things to do too. With the extension cords safely retrieved, he was even more determined to get to the quarry before the night was over.

When Allen started saying something about the map, Sora quickly shuffled over and watched. The way Allen was showing wasn't a route that Sora had ever tired before, but he was open to ideas, especially if it would be faster.

"All right!" he chirped. "Lead the way, then?" He had only gotten a quick glance at the map, so he didn't mind leaving it up to Allen until they got over the wall.

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

Sora didn't object, so Allen tried to memorize the path before folding the map up and walking down the dark hallway. It really wasn't far, so hopefully they'd be able to do some exploring in the outside areas. He hadn't been there before and he was curious how a person could make it so far and still be collected by this place come morning. It was a curious phenomenon, however it was they managed it.

"Alright," he said, finally gaining a little enthusiasm. "Follow me."

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[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

This hallway was relatively empty, with only two others currently here. Brainiac 5 spared them a quick glance before looking back up at Clark. "I'm not quite sure where to go from here, perhaps one of these rooms is a store room?"

[son-ofkrypton.livejournal.com]

Clark took a look around, shining his flashlight on the first couple of doors in turn. The first sign said "Laundry Room" - somehow he doubted they'd find any flashlights there. Mail Room? Nah. Clark roamed a bit further down the hall, noticing that the signs suddenly seemed to vanish. "Hey," he said quietly, motioning Brainy over as he tried the handle of an unmarked door on the right. Locked. Of course.

At least he could still handle the doors (sorta). Clark took a breath. This wasn't the first time he'd opened doors, but it was the first time he'd done it with an audience who knew he had powers. It felt weird to know Brainy was watching him and might not even find the fact he could break locks by poking them or bench press tractors freaky or weird at all. Feeling somehow self-conscious, Clark knelt a little and lined up his finger with the lock where you'd put the key and then poked it. It fell out the other side with a quiet chunk.

Clark recoiled, wincing as pain suddenly shot up his finger. He cradled it, but as far as he could tell, it was fine. Was this what it felt like to stub it, like when Dad stubbed his toes on the furniture sometimes?

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[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

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Xelloss's immediate instinct was to look towards the janitor's closet, which a quick shine of the flashlight revealed had already been opened. "Oh, dear. Well, we were a little late, and there may be some interesting things left there! If not, we can try the other rooms."

Further down the hallway, another monster, one he hadn't seen before, and another set of patients he didn't know. He glanced in that direction too, but didn't comment this time on the monster, presumably because the 'monster orientation' part of the tour was over.

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

Drats. There was no doubt that all of the useful things had been taken by the other patients if the room had already been looted. So inconsiderate. No matter, though. Porky prided himself on his resourcefulness, so finding something to fight with shouldn't be too hard for him. That is, unless the other patients had been greedy and taken what they didn't need...which they probably had. Humans couldn't be trusted to act how they should act, after all.

But, what's this? Another monster? Not quite as impressive as the one Porky had seen at the stairwell, but it was imposing nonetheless. It almost reminded him of the cave boys in Winters...ha, that was a long while ago, wasn't it? Anyway, it was a shame to see such a strong-looking creature go to waste. Back on the Nowhere Islands, it would have been sent to the Chimera Labs to become a member of the Pigmask army.

Oh, well. It didn't concern Porky, anyway. That monster seemed to be limiting itself to those two patients.

"The janitor's closet, huh?" Porky sighed. He was expecting something a little more dynamic than a janitor's closet, but this was a hospital, after all. Or, something like a hospital, at least.

[diamondstorm]

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The door they were looking for was just up ahead. And already broken into. Convenient. She took a few steps forward, still not noticing her hand across her torso. The weight of the case in her other hand was shifting the fractures.

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Jiraiya did notice, and it made him frown. She was injured? Then why hadn't she said anything?

"You're injured?" Jiraiya asked sharply, and he didn't sound pleased that he hadn't of known... or been told.

[beloved-less.livejournal.com]

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Soubi's pace seemed to change with each step, a part of him needing to be near Ritsuka out of...well, his usual need to be near the boy plus the worry of leaving him alone tonight. And then he was worried about bein near the boy too.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/554548.html?thread=45863988#t45863988).]

[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

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The fight against... the large hairy individual was still raging on, not that Xelloss minded so long as the two fighting against it managed to stay alive and therefore keep the monster's attention for now. Then again, if they died, maybe it would pause to eat. He might have questioned why monsters seemed so drawn towards attacking patients, even beyond reason or past what hunger should have dictated, if it weren't for the unnatural state already obvious in so many of the more decayed monsters and the fact that plenty of individuals in his own world, both human and otherwise, were driven for reasons of their own into hopeless battles. Not that the monster wasn't making a decent showing for itself.

"Hmm, avoiding the mess there," the mess naturally being the fight, "we still can probably sneak past through a few doors. Let's see. There were things like medical equipment behind one of these doors..." Xelloss trailed off, as though he couldn't quite remember which one.

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

Medical equipment, huh? Porky thought to himself as he stroked his chin.

It didn't sound useful as weapons, but perhaps they could have other applications. If Porky was going to get some chemicals, he'd have to store them somewhere, and Porky doubted his bucket would be the best place to put them. However, if the medical supply closet had, say, sealed test tubes or something like that, it would make storage infinitely easier! Plus, having some medical supplies on hand would certainly make a fight less stressful. Porky didn't want to have to worry about infections after a fight. If he ever had to fight, that is.

"Medical supplies it is!" Porky said over the din of the battle, "Lead the way Xelloss!"

[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

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And out into the hall again. Well, they weren't making bad time, were they? The fact that Xelloss hadn't gotten anything out of the trip other than his own entertainment was no problem; he'd taken longer trips for less reason before. It was growing less entertaining as the king was more successful, though, so he directed his flashlight again not quite directly at the fight taking place in the very same hallway, where one of the fighters had gone down.

"My, they seem to be having trouble, after all." He didn't step forward to help them, and had a strong feeling that 'his highness' wouldn't feel any great charitable urges either. "If they lose, it might be a bit annoying for the rest of us, if we stay in this hallway... unless it pauses to eat them. It does look a bit bloodied, though, maybe it won't have the energy to pursue others even if it wins. Which side do you think will come through?"

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

"Based on the way the fight is going right now, I'd say...it might end up a tie." Porky said dismissively, "The monster may be stronger, but that wound in its neck is going to kill it soon. There's a good chance that it'll be able to seriously wound those two before it dies. That is, if those two don't get their act together. Honestly, that one guy has a gun, so he shouldn't...a gun?! How does he have a gun?!"

Porky thought that the only weapons in the institute were just ordinary, household objects! If that was true, than how on earth did that guy have a gun? There was no logical explanation for it! ...Unless...

"Xelloss," Porky said, turning to his companion, "You told me that the only things that the storage rooms held were just common tools and household necessities! You didn't mention that there were guns here!"

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

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Indy ran along the near side of the hallway, still half crouched over. The right sleeve of his leather jacket was almost skimming the wall with every step. He wasn't all that worried about King Kong back there--they could probably handle him, especially with the gunshot wounds. The real problem was the possibility of getting caught in the gunfire. So far, though, he didn't hear any.

What he did think he could hear were the quiet noises of Pierson running behind him, but he couldn't be sure--and hell if he was gonna slow down to check. Almost there.

[oldest-man.livejournal.com]

The hallway felt close and claustrophobic. Methos knew it was an illusion brought about by the need to keep track both of the fight going on in the hallway and the opened rooms from which trouble might issue forth. He pressed close to the wall as he dashed along, keeping just enough distance to avoid catching himself on the knobs of the doors they passed. He counted off the steps in his head, forcing both his breathing and his pace to remain even and quiet. It seemed almost unnecessary, with the hallway itself hardly being silent any longer, but as it was better to be cautious.

[timeleaper.livejournal.com]

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Another long hallways with a number of doors leading off; some open some closed and possibly locked. He hoped that they weren't locked. That would take more effort to get through than he would like. "Which door is it?" he asked softly, pausing next to the first door that he came across. "And which side of the hall." Shame the map had been so waterlogged, then again, maps were usually most helpful when you could see what you were looking for.

[kindalikedit]

[Coming in once the lurcher is gone]

Dean might be pretty out of it by now, but he could see smell something pretty rank: it smelled like someone had set a big, wet dog on fire. Dean didn't quite flinch - he'd been around the hundred or so different smells of death and the dying all the time in the job - but instead sniffed, did his best to block it out and recall the map when he'd looked at it earlier.

"Let's try the third door down on the left," Dean said. "Think that's probably it."

The closer they got to the door in question, the stronger the smell of burned flesh and fur got. Dean's flashlight fell on what was unquestionably a body, falling on a still foot that was covered in thick, tangled fur and a form that looked vaguely humanoid, though the proportions looked all wrong. Whatever it was, it was pretty dead, judging from the puddle of blood under it and the gaping wound in its throat, the flesh weirdly scorched to a crisp there.

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