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damned_institute2009-04-17 01:16 pm
kindalikedit) wrote in damned_institute2009-04-17 01:16 pm
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Nightshift 40 - M31-M40 Hallway
[From here]
Dean's flashlight flickered as he focused it on the room's door. M31. He had a winner. Normally he'd just let himself in - either by picking the door or kicking it down - but for some reason he didn't. Instead Dean knocked, rapping the door with his knuckles and waiting to be let in. Standing here felt good - he was supposed to be here and, his new-found confidence told him, he'd report. To who and for what? Dean didn't remember quite yet but it didn't seem to bother him at all as he waited outside in the dark, keeping an eye and ear out for anything that went bump in the night and needed to get bumped back. All the aches and pains from the last couple of nights here ceased to bother him as much as they had earlier: the cuts, the bruises, the bandages, everything took a backseat to getting into M31 and answering that compulsion.
Dean's flashlight flickered as he focused it on the room's door. M31. He had a winner. Normally he'd just let himself in - either by picking the door or kicking it down - but for some reason he didn't. Instead Dean knocked, rapping the door with his knuckles and waiting to be let in. Standing here felt good - he was supposed to be here and, his new-found confidence told him, he'd report. To who and for what? Dean didn't remember quite yet but it didn't seem to bother him at all as he waited outside in the dark, keeping an eye and ear out for anything that went bump in the night and needed to get bumped back. All the aches and pains from the last couple of nights here ceased to bother him as much as they had earlier: the cuts, the bruises, the bandages, everything took a backseat to getting into M31 and answering that compulsion.
M33
Miku was pleased with her speed - in fact, her bruises protested very little as she hurried through the men's block, quick and careful. Without any problems at all, she stopped in front of Sousuke's room and sighed heavily. She'd made it. This was the moment of truth, where she found out if he'd vanished or if his things were still there and he'd gone off to look for her, instead. Miku knocked on the door politely, and pulled it open slowly.
"Excuse me, I was looking for Sagara..." she started, and paused when she realized that the room was dark and still, except for the heavy, male sounds of sleeping. Curious, Miku shone her light into the room and swept it across Sousuke's bed, carefully picking her way inside so she wouldn't disturb either man. She breathed a little sigh of relief to see that he was still there, and her stomach twisted itself into a knot. She tiptoed to his bedside and pointed the light at the floor too keep it dim.
Oh, Sousuke. She thought and smoothed the covers over him. You look peaceful this way. I won't wake you up. She knelt down and used her knees as a desk, writing another quick note. (http://rope-victim.livejournal.com/5573.html) She pulled it out of her journal after folding it back and forth a few times to reduce the noise of the tear and put it beside him on his pillow.
Shyly, Miku wondered if kissing his cheek while he slept would be strange. It would be, that's so silly. I'm such a strange person sometimes, she thought and hurried out of the room with her bag, closing the door behind her. I hope they sleep well.
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"It's this room," Miku pointed at the door before Kagura could pass it. She was glad the smell of... of whatever it had been, had dissipated by the time they made it to Sousuke's room. Miku hoped that whatever happened, no one was seriously injured, but... that was probably a little too much to hope for here.
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"If you'll just set me on that bed, there? I think it will be fine. Sousuke won't mind."
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She opened the door slowly and sneaked in, placing Miku on the bed. "Uhm," she stammered. "Stay safe and protect yourself ok? I'll be expecting my payment." She sneaked out of the room, took one look back, and closed the door.
Whatever they did there was something she didn't want to know.
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Nothing. He didn't even twitch his nose.
Shrugging, and pushing her note from earlier in the evening off onto the floor, Miku settled down beside Sousuke on the narrow bed and rested her cheek on his chest, under his chin. After such a tiring night, it didn't take very long for the photographer to fall into a deep, restful sleep.
[Thank you for saving her :3]