http://trapdetected.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] trapdetected.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-05-30 04:23 pm

Night 41: F11-20 Hallway

[F15]

As usual, the doctor's announcement was vague and led her nowhere as far as figuring out what his intentions were went, but definitely foreboding. There was no way to tell what exactly he had in mind when he was cutting himself off like that among all the static, which was frustrating, but ... she supposed sooner or later, they would all see what would happen-- if it did.

For now, however, Naoto knew there were other important things she had to wait for, so the riddle can be further sat on later. Setting her journal back on the desk, she went to prop the door to the room open and sat back on the edge of her bed, then set the flashlight up to give the best lighting around the room she could get it to. Anyone else wouldn't be wandering around the pitch black halls without their own light, but Naoto figured it would be best if those dropping by could see easily in the room, as well.

Now, all there was to do was wait. She didn't care when in the night her radio delivery came in, but she wanted Yousuke and Kanji to hurry. There was a lot to talk about, and Naoto didn't want any of this time wasted.

[identity profile] quickdrawbkiddo.livejournal.com 2009-05-31 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Despite the pain she was in, thankfully reduced to a dull throbbing by the oxycodone, as long as Beatrix didn't have to fight any monsters, or snakes, she'd be okay. Still, she strapped her katana to her back, thankful her primary sword arm hadn't been severely injured, unlike her other, and added the pairing blade into her hair.

She hoped HK-47 wouldn't find some reason to miss a third night in a row.

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