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damned_institute2009-01-27 05:51 pm
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Entry tags:
- allen,
- brainiac 5,
- clark kent,
- indiana jones,
- methos,
- porky,
- sanzo,
- sora,
- soubi,
- superboy,
- xellos
Nightshift 38: East Wing, Hall A
[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.]
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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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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Back out in the hallway, Brainiac 5 glanced around, noting that one of the doors further up had apparently already been broken into and was hanging open. "Over there?" he suggested. At least Clark wouldn't have to waste any of his abilities on opening the door for them, which considering how he'd hurt himself so easily last time, had to be a good thing.
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