damned_institute | Night 40: M91-M100 Hallway

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Night 40: M91-M100 Hallway

"Well, time to get a move on." Teisel was a little curious about the box Pencil-Neck was going on about, but it probably wasn't anything too interesting. His mind went immediately to the thought of trap-box reaverbots, and those were nothing but a pain in the ass.

Hauling the two pipes out of the closet, he settled them comfortably over his shoulder, picked up his flashlight and set out.

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He was going to look over that file tonight, come hell or high water. Now, if only he could figure out a way to carry it...

Akihiko's advice had been good, and had perked Heiji up a little. He'd still have to have A Talk with Shinichi about Kaitou Kid and priorities and Let Out Your Restlessness Some Other Way, Damn You, but for now it was time to go running around with Okita and Kaito. He was looking forward to seeing Kaito again, and he was always happy to work with Okita--especially when Heiji was in a good mood. It made following orders easier.

Gathering up his gear, Heiji wished Akihiko good luck with a wink and a nod, and was off down the hallways.

Akihiko nodded back to Heiji, wishing him good luck too, then paused just a minute, pondering that intercom message. 'What happens when you open the box'? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

On a whim, he checked the bottom drawer of his dresser, hoping there'd be -- ah, there we go. They weren't the kind of thing he'd pick out normally, but the sneakers would definitely be better than slippers for going outside. He laced them up and put them on, grabbed the radio and shoved it into his pocket, then headed out the door.

[out and to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/607396.html)]

Yuuhi wasn't too keen on sticking around, so he changed quickly into his Celes uniform, leaving the coat behind. To his credit, he remembered to bring a flashlight this time. He sent Allelujah a wave and a smile before he crept outside.

[[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/607396.html?thread=50566052#t50566052)]]

Tonight's dinner progressed without any conversation, which came as a relief to Nigredo. He hadn't wanted to talk, for one. For another, the decision to stay or to leave proved far easier with Sync asleep. It was always difficult for the boy to dawdle in the presence of another, as proved many times over in his daily life with 668 siblings. A walk--so long as he stayed out of the twins' way--was better than waiting for someone to leave.

Silently, he gathered up his flashlight and crept out into the hallway, taking care to shut the door without a sound. As soon as he was in the clear, the boy started his trek down the hall, pausing long enough at the beginning to turn on the device in his hands. Unnatural light, he decided, was better than nothing at all, even if he was technically supposed to keep a low profile.

[To here.]

Edited 2009-04-18 05:23 (UTC)

Hopefully the plans for tonight would go better than the night before. While it was true that he, Peter, and Nate had reached their destination without any trouble, they hadn't actually gotten to spend much time there. Peter would want to explore more.

Nate hadn't responded on the bulletin, though, which was worrisome. It wasn't so much that he really wanted the boy along, it was just that the lack of response was unusual for him. There was a chance he'd simply missed the post, but somehow Brooklyn doubted it.

Well, there was nothing to do but get to the appropriate meeting location.

When night finally fell and the doors opened again all Harry did was move over to the bed and collect his flashlight, though he wasn't sure he'd be able to carry it he wanted to have it available in case Peter hadn't brought his again. Returning to the chair he sat watching the door, waiting for Peter to arrive.

When night came, Steve's room mate left in a hurry. He took his time getting ready though, taking his radio, flash light, and maps. He knew where he was going to go. Steve was going in without any backup or support, something he had advised everyone he knew not to do what he was doing right now.

He felt like a hypocrite, but everyone else had their own plans. Steve set out to make his way to the entry room, he wasn't going to abandon his plans.

Though the offer had been there, Subaru hadn't quite been able to make himself respond to the Lost and Found message board post. So he was without a partner to accompany him tonight, and therefore probably should just stay in his room again. It was frustrating, but there was a limit even to his lack of common sense--going out alone, this badly injured, was just asking for some monster to finish the job that patient had started.

Subaru didn't have to like the idea, though.

[from here]

Badou remembered to knock before he let himself into Alle's room. He didn't expect anyone to be there by now anyway, but he didn't exactly have many friends who weren't at least twice as dangerous as himself... And, well, this was a favour to him so he tried to be remotely polite about it.

He was sort of surprised they were there, honestly. Even though Alle had offered them - more than once? - with no strings attached, he expected them to be empty or made of chocolate or full of some insidious substance. But they were cigarettes. There weren't any insidious substances left to add. Badou pocketed the pack and, after a moment's thought, fished out his paper and one of the pens.

Dearest Alle,

My love for you is as bounteous as the sea. Except, you know, more epically fucking awesome. Also not gay.

Thanks for the smokes.

P.S. Don't be an emofag.

He wasted less than a minute sketching a giant robot with Alle's hair stomping on the (flaming) institute before heading back out. He really had to consider a career in art if he got out of here. Alle and Okita could be the first fans of his therapeutic drawing skills.

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Edited 2009-04-25 01:57 (UTC)

Surprisingly, the last few nights seemed to have caught up to him, and by the end of the 2nd shift he decided to let a nurse escort him back to his room so he could get some rest. Yet it was even more surprising when he awoke to find the room to be pitch black, blinking tiredly into the darkness.

Of course, the obvious answer was that he slept into the night, but when realization finally struck him the God General cursed loudly.

In an instant he ripped the covers off him before digging under his bed to grab his notebook. He didn't bother to bring his flashlight, knowing he'd have no use for it tonight, and in seconds flat he was out the door and running down the hallway.

As soon as he woke, Phoenix couldn’t remember what he had been dreaming about. That didn’t stop him from starting up with his heart in his throat, hairs prickling along the back of his neck, pulse pounding deafeningly in the echoing silence of the room. He released a slow, shivering breath, then grumbled something inarticulate and irritated, rubbing a hand over his face. He couldn’t even pull a specific image or narrative from his mind, just the certainty of threat and the fear of something coming at him slowly, inexorably-

Get a hold of yourself, Phoenix. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, standing slowly before going to the closet to get dressed. He’d meant to just take a short nap once he finished dinner, certain that the lights-out announcement would wake him, but obviously it hadn’t. On the up side, at least, his head was feeling much better. He hoped that meant his reflexes were better, too – especially with plans as they stood now.

Making sure that Godot’s flashlight still worked, he packed the rest of his pillowcase silently and left the room without a glance back. He had an appointment he couldn’t afford to be late to.

Edited 2009-04-25 05:27 (UTC)

Allelujah made sure that the cigarettes were safely secreted in the desk drawer before he left the room. He wasn't certain when or if Badou would be turning up, but he didn't want to leave them in plain view if he could help it. That was just asking for trouble. After that, he gathered his things up and slipped out into the darkness of the corridor, no real plans in mind, but he could think of something as he walked, right?

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