http://oftemptation.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] oftemptation.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-04-24 05:36 pm

Nightshift 40: East Wing, Hall A (2nd Floor)

[from here]

Endrance rounded the corner slowly, looking ahead to see if anything was there. He was reminded all too easily of what had happened here the night before - the false Mia attacking, trying to talk her out of it...everything.

He was silent as he stepped forward, fearing that if he said anything immediately, it would come out in something akin to tears.

[identity profile] mayomanoflove.livejournal.com 2009-05-14 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Hijikata made no reply to the "sit and roll over" comment, nor did he need to. A low grunt was forced out of his throat when Takasugi's elbow jabbed straight into his stomach, causing him to let the man go by reflex and back off a few steps. It was almost satisfying, in a way, that the man got free: he could see Takasugi's face clearly now, and scanned quickly the man's injuries before smirking.

It took only a moment for him to cross that distance again; he barely gave the terrorist enough time to breathe before slamming his heel into the man's abdomen, hoping to get him cornered once more.

[identity profile] onefellbeast.livejournal.com 2009-05-14 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
Pain exploded from his midsection, leaving Takasugi clutching at his stomach as his knees hit the floor too quickly. He could barely breathe past the pain and nausea that suddenly welled up from his gut, but his body refused to give out completely. His own will to live and fight was etched into every nerve ending, keeping him moving though he was about to reach his capacity.

Trying to recover, he searched for an opening and had enough strength to aim for the Vice Commander's wind pipe, his good arm suddenly jerking out to crush Hijikata against the wall by his neck and using the force of his whole body to keep him pinned down as he squeezed. The smile returned to his face, hiding how uncertain he was that he'd be able to retain the upper-hand in this situation. He was clearly at the disadvantage, with blood rolling down the front of his uniform and not a single weapon in hand.

The smile persisted even as he moved his mouth closer to Hijikata's ear to taunt him. "How does it feel to be so domesticated? I look at you and see potential that was sold off to the Amanto for such a cheap price. You prostrate yourself at their feet for the sake of a meaningless title when I see the things you truly want."