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damned_institute2009-04-17 04:33 pm
no-barbarian.livejournal.com) wrote in damned_institute2009-04-17 04:33 pm
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Night 40: M-C Block Hallway
[from here]
Anti-riot buildings were so annoying; it took forever to get anywhere. Such a shame he was missing his equipment and couldn't just make a few handy new doorways.
Anti-riot buildings were so annoying; it took forever to get anywhere. Such a shame he was missing his equipment and couldn't just make a few handy new doorways.
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The hallways were quiet, peaceful. The perfect sign he'd begun the nightly rounds fairly early. Here was the hope Ken could reach the female dorms with time to spare.
Taking care to keep the spear level, he made his way out and into the main hallways.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/609179.html?thread=50583963#t50583963), after skipping 2 hallways.]
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Had Lugnut also been moved to another room, Blitzwing belatedly wondered. If so, that might make meeting up with him a little difficult, especially since Blitzwing hadn't left any instructions on the bulletin board. He hadn't thought it was necessary; they'd only be repeating the same thing they'd done last night and the night before, only this time they'd be SUCCESSFUL.
The room change didn't really change anything, he decided, quickly striding forward. Lugnut would no doubt assume they were to meet in the main hallway, just as usual. After all, if there was one thing Blitzwing knew intimately well from their long association, it was that his wingmate was a great deal smarter than he looked.
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Not much further from here. Peter couldn't help it; he shifted into a jog, trying to ignore the prickle of fear stinging the back of his head. The faster he got there, the better.
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The floor of the hallway was rolling gently, like the deck of a boat at anchor, buoyed up on lazy waves. With some sun and some beer it'd be nice. If he were really on a fucking boat, which he knew damn well he wasn't. Shit. Nothing to do about it but keep going.
[skipping one hall to here]
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Scar had been imprisoned here long enough to know these halls quite well by now. There was little sense in lingering around in such a place, however, so he continued on his way.
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Harry was pushing himself to move as quickly as he could manage, not wanting to slow Peter down too much. It wasn't easy and to distract himself from the constant ache that got worse the more he moved around he asked, "You really think hallway patrols will do anything? You can't exactly leap around here like you do back home."
It was harder to picture this Peter doing the whole Spider-man thing. He just didn't look the part. Even if he had the same musculature as his Peter had developed it was hard to think of anyone feeling threatened by him. Trying to picture him fighting off the creature Brock turned into was all too easy after that night in the Entry Room, but not something he wanted to dwell on. Even if he were strong enough to deal with that sort of thing there was no way in hell Harry was OK with the idea of Peter running around alone at night, purposefully seeking out danger. Now he just needed to convince Peter of that too.
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Once he was out in the hallway, it was nearly autopilot, Lugnut's mind preoccupied by thinking about how inarguably irreplaceable a wingmate he was to Blitzwing, despite anything his crazy companion might have said in a moment of unthinking foolishness.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/607396.html)]
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Wonka was already halfway out of the patient block before he had put back together exactly what he'd been planning for the night, and he quickly realized he'd need to make another dash through the courtyard to get there with any degree of speed (which, given the rotten, virgin-eating rukh population here, posed some additional risks). No way around it, though... he'd just have to run even faster than usual to compensate.
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The hallways seemed reasonably placid, as well as dark, though Phoenix wasn't sure that the latter was still as important as it might have been earlier in the day. Still, it was that much easier to let his mind wander, past the immediate shadows - to his destination and further yet, to an isolated mountain sanctuary a world away.
Shaking his head, he frowned at himself, pushing open the door at the end of the hall and double-checking the next avenue before going on. What a thing to be thinking right now.
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He'd gotten out significantly later than usual tonight; even this hallway had a notable amount of traffic in it as compared to the emptiness of the previous nights. Still, tonight, the hall was much better this way; there were some faces that looked familiar, but nothing else particularly extraordinary.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/607396.html?thread=51380388#t51380388).]
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