Nightshift 39: East Wing, Hall A (second floor)

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

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This hallway was similar to the one he had left Starscream at. Narrow, low ceiling, and doors lining the walls.

Lockdown checked his map again. General Storage should be here, in this hallway.

The bounty hunter stalked through the corridor, reading the doors. "Mail Room... Laundry Room... Water Utilities... ah, here we go, General Storage."

Lockdown folded the map and put it in his pocket. He then grabbed the nob and tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Slag."

Perhaps there was a way to get it open that did not involve getting hurt. He aimed his flashlight at the knob, seeing that it was quite rusted. He weighed his flashlight, then jiggled the nob. It was worth a shot.

Lockdown gripped the flashlight at the end with the bulb, and began banging the knob repeatedly where it was most rusted. After fifteen or so bangs, the knob broke off and fell to the floor, where it made a metallic sound against the floor. The bounty hunter examined the end of his flashlight, seeing that it now sported several scratches from the assault.

Pointing his flashlight straight again, Lockdown stuck his finger into the hole left by the knob and pushed the door inward, and went inside.

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Lockdown did not bother to close the door behind him (it didn't matter anyway, since the knob was broken) when he stepped back into the hallway.

Still keeping an optic out for trouble, and scanning his flashlight everywhere, Lockdown began to make his trek back to Starscream.

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[iwascloned.livejournal.com]

Spider ran his hands along the doors on his left as he walked down the hall, half-consciously looking for the janitor's closet.

"And if I'm going to fight this battle back to the top all over again, I'm going to need my hands. And drugs. Hands to hold the drugs, and drugs to hold me over til my hands can hold the drugs. And something about writing in there. Really all about writing. But first the hands. Here it is."

He tried the door, found it locked, and sighed.

"At least the bitch didn't break my feet."

[iwascloned.livejournal.com]

With a muffled warcry, Spider exploded back into the hall, a dolly in his hands. He didn't get more than five feed before he got sick of holding the box cutter in his teeth.

"TO ME!" he yelled, letting it fall from his lips and using his teeth to tear off a fresh strip of duct tape. Then, in one wobbly motion, Spider taped the fallen box cutter to his chest and was off again.

[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

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No flashlights broached the darkness in this hallway, and Ren strained to catch anything out of the ordinary. He held no illusions that something wouldn’t simply just appear, because he knew how that worked.

As he came closer, he saw that the door to the storage room and the door to the janitor’s closet had been broken into. Saved time and energy, at least.

He turned to regard Leon, gesturing back the janitor’s closet with a thumb. “Then I’ll stop in there for a sec.” The servant was already all too familiar with the layouts of hospitals and what may or may not be stocked up in these rooms, and it wasn’t as though stopping was imperative. Shouldn’t take too long on his end, although maybe the boy wanted to take advantage of the pit stop himself, regardless of how, exactly, he’d carry everything.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

Leon didn't need anything from this storage room at the moment--he still had supplies left from the last time he and Seiya had come up here raiding--so he said, "I'll keep the door clear." Getting trapped in one of these small rooms with a monster between them and the door was absolutely the last thing they needed, so Leon would stay in the doorway and hopefully be able to keep it free for retreat.

[mitase.livejournal.com]

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This hallway was narrower than the previous one, and despite his resolve Hanatarou found himself edging a little closer to Kira again as they made their way toward the destination. Why couldn't the storage room be the first one in? It would've been so much easier. Of course, not all that much about their trip so far had been "easy," but perhaps their luck was changing now.

When they reached the right door, though, he discovered that someone had obviously already been inside, given that the doorknob had been broken off. It would certainly be easier to get inside now, and would save him from bruising his other shoulder trying to get the door open (or better yet, letting the vice-captain handle it), but he hoped it didn't mean that whoever it was had made off with all the supplies he needed, if they'd been present.

[loyal-despair.livejournal.com]

They were lucky - the door was open. Kira peered inside briefly and saw it empty, if slightly pillaged, before pushing the door aside a little more and moving in. He didn't know exactly what Hanatarou needed, but if the ease with which they got through the Pharmacy was any indicator, it was likely they would find something there.

... of course, they may have just gotten lucky. Getting to the Pharmacy had been nightmarish. The sensation of those hands crawling up his body was still there, light and ghosting, and he wondered if he'd ever get another moment of rest again.

[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

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A good suggestion, for sure, though the doll wondered if he’d really need to resort to something like that. He didn’t see himself as being in so much need that he’d ask others to go out of their way for him, in even so small a thing as a trade.

He continued up the hall, past the storage room where others were beginning gather, rubbing one hand through his hair. “Yeah, you can say that again,” he said. “Oh well. I was only looking for a flashlight to replace the one I left out in the field that night with the bird. Maybe I’ll just come back.” The restlessness that’d been building up those past few days seemed to have reached a plateau; he didn’t imagine one more night’s delay in checking out other areas like the basement would do much harm.

As if Landel hadn’t made it clear enough already: they were in it for the long haul.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

Leon rarely used his flashlight--he preferred to just let his eyes adjust to the darkness as much as they were going to, rather than relying on the light of somethat that could and would be dropped in a fight, and then being screwed when that light was gone. But that didn't mean he was going to offer it to Ren--there might come a time he needed it, after all, and it was better to have something you didn't need than lack something you did. "Flashlights seem to be a popular request."

[oftemptation.livejournal.com]

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"As I was saying before, it's...complicated," Endrance began as he stepped into the hallway. "First of all, are you familiar at all with net games? The World, and its sequel, R:2? If not... they're the largest ones. The first had 20 million subscribers at its peak; R:2 has 12 million."

He sighed, taking a deep breath. "I...appear to be in the body of my character." It would sound crazy, he knew that. But...it wasn't a lie.

[bthebest.livejournal.com]

It didn't sound crazy. Not to B, at least.

"A 'net game,' okay, that explains it then," he said, affecting a sweeping gesture that was probably meant to indicate either Endrance's hair or rose petals, although he didn't bother to check to see if the other man was looking his way.

"You must have been playing when you... you know. An addiction that transcends the boundaries of life!" What with how death probably allowed 'reality' to transcend its own bounds and work whatever new rules or lack thereof it wished... it seemed perfectly natural to B. He was there and his old 'friends' were there despite the differences in when they came from, after all.

"...That is intense," he finished, suddenly dead-pan, and stopped to stare thoughtfully at someone else in the hall.

[oftemptation.livejournal.com]

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Endrance again positioned himself with his back to one wall, looking in both directions now. If he remembered the map correctly, the patient possessions' room should be just down the hall from here.

Something struck him just then, and he cursed inwardly. In all the focus and talk about Atoli earlier, he'd neglected to ask about what the girl's 'real' name had been. He would just have to figure things out based on what he knew about her...which wasn't much, come to think of it.

He sighed heavily. If anyone else he knew had been around, they likely would have laughed at the image of the cool, eternally calm Emperor quietly panicking over not knowing someone else's details. He'd just have to feign the calm demeanor; that was no problem.

[bthebest.livejournal.com]

B was standing with a roll of duct tape in one hand and studying a bottle of glass cleaner in the other by the time he finally got a reply from Mr. I'm-a-Game-Character. He didn't outright laugh at the man, although under other circumstances the thought of how their conversation was turning out and what it implied about Endrance might have eventually lead him to that reaction. He certainly didn't care about what others thought, so that wasn't it. Maybe he just wasn't "in the mood." Or maybe it was because before he'd finally burnt himself up the only thing that could have made him laugh was the thought of his eventual victory over L....

It wasn't long at all before he too emerged, having chosen the glass cleaner to go in his bag too, alongside a bottle of tightly-sealed bleach. To make up for his lack of earlier response, he spotted and approached Endrance again.

"Can you really not figure out what has happened here...?"

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

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Sousuke didn't feel the need to say anything unless absolutely necessary. Kurz and Mao had always been fond of talking, but that was over a secure channel. Here, there was no secure channel--and there were things lurking in the shadows, waiting to be alerted to human presence.

The soldier shined his light on the doors as they passed each one, looking for their destination.

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

Forth door on the left.

Momo counted the doors as she passed them, noting the man standing outside a near door, until she found the forth one. A quick check of the knob told her it was locked, but the lock was just as flimsy as the others around. She gave Sousuke a standard hand signal for a two man entry that she hoped he understood; he was military and, even though he was human, she doubted such signals varied much.

Using the butt of her sword, she broke the lock and counted them off to three. On three, she opened the door and moved into the room, heading toward the left where her blind side would be covered by the wall.

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[rocksthecourt]

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The dark had been unsettling the entire way over, but dark was all it was. Turning the corner into the next hallway, however, proved it to be something else. Stifling was the word. After traveling down the wider corridors most of the way, there was an undeniable sense of mild claustrophobia involved with entering a much narrower hallway. It would be something much more disconcerting if he weren't distracted by thoughts.

There. They already passed the first door on the left. It would be around here somewhere then.

[dasgift.livejournal.com]

Following alongside his brother likely did little for the hint of claustrophobia, but Kristoph found it necessary. The soft padding of feet and the murmur of voices meant there were others in the corridor. Sticking by one's companion made for easier maneuverability, strangely enough.

"She is another mystery," he said, lowering his voice to keep others from eavesdropping, "much like our Head Doctor. Jill claims the opposing end, likely acting on the behalf of an organization; however, her method of help is rather...vague." Which was a sad understatement.

He breathed deep, the act doing well to remind Kristoph of all the broadcasts he'd heard. "She gives hints, not answers. Following them leads to small trinkets, or so they say." The man smiled. "There was apparently another before her, though I am not sure on his identity."

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Once back in the hallway, Momo noted the file recovery had taken far less time than she'd predicted. Given her one-eyed state, she was tempted to just lead them back to her room, but if she did that, then she'd have more time to not do something. She'd stop moving and then... then what would happen? Would she be able to keep pushing forward?

Stopping partway down the hall, she turned toward Sousuke. "Sagara-san, let us make an adjustment and go to that room," she said, pointing out the storage room. "The Clinic is always in need of supplies."

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Sousuke turned to look at the door and then nodded. "Yes ma'am."

He noted that the doorknob to the room was already broken nearly in half, leaving a hole in the door. He didn't hear any noise from behind the door either, which suggested that someone had come and gone--possibly fighting something, possibly not.

Nevertheless, Sousuke aimed a kick at the door, readying his knife and flashlight in his hands, and entered the room quickly.

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He was slow to continue, letting Rangiku go first. It wasn't hard to sense the threads of so many shinigami down the same hallway. He had to admit he was somewhat curious about where they'd be going, but even the fact that it was down this hall was enough to give him some clues. None of that showed, of course, on the careful fox-like mask he wore.

"Wanna give that one a try Ran?" he asked, pointing at the nearest locked door on the right.

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

She paused at the top of stairs, feeling the presences of Kira and Hinamori not too far away, waiting until they faded a little before continuing further. Typical, that they should all end up in the same place at the same time when what she really wanted to do was not be there at all.

She nodded in response to Gin and walked over to the door, trusting him to keep an eye out for anything approaching. She tried the key and was once again thwarted and she turned to grimace at Gin. "There's a few doors this way. We might as well try them." She couldn't help but feel that this was a wild goose chase though.

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Kurt entered the hallway, pulling the sheet over his head again. He thought he heard voices, but he couldn't be certain. Nevertheless, he needed to be cautious. Even if he felt more comfortable around Tony now, and trusted him to at least try to stop someone from attacking him, he didn't want to tempt fate.

"So a toolkit?" Kurt asked, looking back at Tony and then at the names on the doors. "What do you need one for?"

[i-dont-paint.livejournal.com]

"If you're going to keep hiding yourself, we'll need to find you a better way to do it," Tony muttered. While the sheet didn't seem anywhere near as likely to provoke a reaction from the volatile patient base, it wasn't exactly inconspicuous, either.

He peered down the hallway. Even in the dark, it was obvious several of the rooms had already been broken into. It didn't come as a surprise; it had taken them a while to meet up and get moving. It was still inconvenient, though. The more people who had been through, the less likely it seemed for them to find anything very useful.

"To start with?" he replied absently to Kurt's question. "Radio communication. Right now, we have no way of calling for back up, or letting anyone know about a potential situation without physically tracking them down. Solving that issue has to be my first priority. After that, it depends on what we find."

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

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Sousuke looked out into the hallway, entrusting the box to Momo. It would be better, he thought, if he was ready at a moment's notice to fight. There were two other patients in the hallway, but he passed by them in favor of looking for an obvious target or something. He didn't see one.

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

The shinigami padded almost silently along after Sousuke, the box in her hands. She also scanned the hall, but didn't see anything of immediate importance. Without further pause, they continued on.

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[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

Javert could see the entrance to the storage room from here; he hardly had to look at it to tell it had been broken into, considering the knob had been knocked off and was currently being lonely a short distance down the hall. He nodded at Kunzite, gesturing at the door.

"That's the one."

[vessavana.livejournal.com]

"Just curious," Kunzite responded to Javert's previous question. "I was a soldier in my original time, but I had to perform duties similar to a law officer as well. I've had to deal with my fair share of criminals too...amusing how, no matter how many are punished, more continue to crawl from out the woodwork, eh?"

Looking over to where Javert had pointed, he nodded with a smirk. "I see...I believe I've visited this room on another occasion."