Night 41: M-A Block Hallway

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Recluse surveyed the hallway as he stepped out into it, looking for Marcus. Nothing. He'd just have to wait and see if he'd turn up, then. He headed for the door to the cell block exit, keeping alert for any monsters that might be lying in wait. They usually seemed to take a few minutes at least to start attacking attacking, but that was no reason to act like a fool.

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[haplesstracker.livejournal.com]

Scourge walked behind him until he finally realized that Recluse wasn't actually planning on moving on. Time to split up, he supposed, after he got one niggling detail out of the way.

"You didn't have the flashlight on. Can you see in the dark too?"

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

Recluse took a place near the doorway where he could watch all those that passed by, turning to look at Scourge. "Perfectly." The darkness was far more comfortable for his eyes than anything else could be.

[toxicspiderman]

[from here]

There were two people in this hall. S.T. breathed a sigh of relief as he edged past them, his flashlight still dark.

[to here]

[thirdboywonder.livejournal.com]

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Patient's block. Good. So Jaime's room was...in that hallway, judging from the signs on the walls. That was what mattered. It still didn't seem to be a highly populated area, but that was all right.

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[lady-general.livejournal.com]

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The men's hall was fairly empty; this early in the evening meant that many hadn't made it out, concerning themselves with nightly plans, or their increasingly cold meal. Celes flipped her torch as she waited, catching it end over end. The poor thing was beginning to fade finally, as Celes had mostly depended upon other sources of light to travel.

She would wait one half-hour for the men to appear. If Dias failed to bring his men, she would go to the next block and the next after that before returning to meet Hughes.

[heavens-too-far.livejournal.com]

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Well, Dias had apparently lucked out - either that, or he and Celes thought alike. Either way, they'd both picked the same hallway. "It's me," he called to her as he approached; it was dark, and she was a warrior, and under such circumstances approaching unannounced wasn't a good idea.

[toxicspiderman]

[from here]

The hallways had the normal ebb and flow of traffic now. Time had hung suspended at apogee for a long moment, while he had slipped down the halls between flashes of a strobe light. Now it was more disco at the roller rink, with flashlight flickers chasing each other down the halls.

The pill bottles were still rattling. He stopped to perform a minor adjustment. The sheaf of paper he'd tucked in his back pocket fluttered out as he squatted. Good going, S.T. You had all day to write these up, and now you're scribbling directions in the dark. Some day, he'd stop procrastinating the necessary paperwork. Some other day. Maybe eventually they'd be able to do it all via computer and save trips up and down the stairs with the recycling.

Whatever. It needed to be done, since not everyone would actually listen like Javert had. He pulled out a pen and started doing the greatest-hits version of the emergency services/poison control hotline crib sheet. In the neatest handwriting he could manage under the circumstances.

[Unwittingly waiting to be run into by Spider Jerusalem, open for threading in the interim.]

[iwascloned.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Sangamon. Got any drugs? Pens? Guns and swords? While you dig those out of the scrotal sacks you call your pockets, I have an interview to conduct! Wait here!"

And then Spider was gone again and the hallway's ambient crazy levels dropped back to normal.

[fooledintuition.livejournal.com]

It only occurred to Adachi after he ran into another hall that he had no idea where the fuck he was going. There were a couple of lights bobbing around in the darkness, headed for what he guessed was the way out. If he remembered right, at least, everyone who was brought in to this area was a guy. So if he went out the way he came in, he could find his way around from there, right?

...Where the hell had they gotten the flashlights from, though?

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Kanji ran straight out into pure pitch black, but honestly he didn't even notice at first. What... the hell was that? The guy was just bringing his girlfriend into his room without so much as a word about it? And what was she doing in there any-

...

This was not helping, dammit! He had other things he was supposed to be focusing on. Like trying to find his way over to Naoto's room. ...Which was enough of a situation on its own. Luckily, he'd already had the flashlight from his pillow in hand. Otherwise, he might have had to go back in there. R-Right. Let's just move on now.

He felt around on the stupid thing until he found the switch to turn it on and moved his way down the hallway. This was what Naoto and everyone had been all worried about, right? The weird night transformation? It wasn't really much of a transformation. More like everyone just shut off the lights. It made trying to remember the way over to the girl block more irritating, that was for sure. Oh here we go. Big ass door over by the wall. Obvious enough.

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[captain-hunam.livejournal.com]

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Zelnick trotted along quickly, eager to get to Talana, at the very least. He was glad he knew where he was going, at least, even if it did mean he'd been here too long.

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[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

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There seemed to be more and more people everyday. She had to wonder if there would come a point when they couldn't hold any more, and she worried about how many people they must have in their employ to keep them controlled during the day. That thought made her stomach lurch unpleasantly. They must have an army. A well armed powerful army. And all that the patients had was a badly armed ragtag and unorganised group.

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Tomorrow, Peter would make more concrete plans with one of the people who could apparently get that lock open. Well, that's what he would do, but it suddenly occurred to him that the trip to Doyleton was tomorrow, making any sort of contact over the bulletin impossible.

He let out a sigh, pausing in the hallway to take a moment to rub his eyes and brush a hand through his hair. He glanced around at the other patients, but all of them looked like they were going places.

It was unsettling, not having as much direction as he would have liked. Sure, he had goals: save Nathan, get home. But there was no easy way to do that, and he was finding it harder and harder to decide what the next logical step would be.

Last night, he and Brooklyn had been intending to explore the second floor, but morning had come right as Peter had made it to the top of the stairs. It was about time that he gave that area a better look, so that's where he would go. It was decided.

He continued down the hall...

[darwinism]

[ From here. ]

Yes, Mohinder's office, Sylar thought to himself. The man was certainly under some of the Institute's brainwashing, but while Sylar wasn't expecting to find anything about the dark truths of this place, he did have some hopes for the information in his files in general. After all, this was Mohinder he was talking about: so long as he wasn't from a point far in the past, he probably had information that Sylar could use when he returned home, of other people with abilities and perhaps even of the Shanti virus. Sylar knew from experience that the man wasn't the best at keeping his digital or his hard copy files secure, and he intended to benefit from that as soon as possible, before he disappeared like any other schmuck being held here.

Besides, maybe there was some information about powers specific to their universe, some kind of help towards Sylar maximizing the potential of Elle's abili–

Sylar might have frozen at the sight of Peter Petrelli heading down the hall, but he'd already encountered him enough times in this area to know that they were probably roomed fairly near each other. He also might have rushed forward and taken the opportunity to brain Peter then and there, but Sylar knew that would be a very, very bad idea at this point in time. No, he couldn't harvest Peter's gifts when even his own powers incapacitated, but he also couldn't let him continue spreading rumors and dangerous physical desciptions on the bulletin board. Those posts had already put his alliance with Wally in jeopardy, and it was maddening to know that while killing Peter would rid him of that danger, it would also rid him of the eventual opportunity to gain the most powerful ability in the world.

Dammit. The choices here were either to slip past unnoticed or to try to talk to Peter somehow. The man would hard to manipulate due to his ridiculously staunch ideals – not to mention the fact of Elle's death, which the man had been blathering about on the bulletin board for days now – but Sylar understood the benefits of keeping one's enemies close more than most, and there was no harm in trying so long as he didn't get himself killed.

Sylar rolled his eyes as he gave out a sigh and shined his flashlight in Peter's direction.

"Well, look at you, all alone," he said, loud enough for the other man to hear. "I'd thought you'd have more buddies, the way you open your big mouth to everybody."

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

[Merrily rolling along from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/628236.html?thread=53323788#t53323788)]

Ah, back to walking through such darkened, empty hallways once more with little else to do than shuffle his cards and hum (http://dod.vgmix.com/past/jul08/09-thesamareaye-KH-Heart-DoD.mp3) to himself. Landel was offering to liven this night up with a game of his, but Luxord doubted he could keep that promise. The man had done little else than imprison them, steal their powers, and murder a man whilst whining over every little thing in his hiding hole.

Obviously a man to be feared. Obviously.

Was that Celes over there? X made sure to send her a smile from under his hood before moving to the next hallway.

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

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[fencing-captain.livejournal.com]

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There were people milling about here, like in the women's dormitory, but no one seemed to be conversing, loudly or quietly. Juri checked the numbers on the doors at the heads of the hallways by shining her light up at them, not caring who passed through the beam or was blinded. She realized this was the "first" set and moved down to check the lower numbers for the hall that contained M15.

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[thirdboywonder.livejournal.com]

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Tim could feel his throat get a little tighter as he moved through the hallway. More people now, even a girl - if he was seeing right. But he wasn't really paying attention to them. He knew Batman would expect him to. Note their faces, catch something about them.

But he was too focused. The only face he cared to pay attention to right then was close enough that maybe that throat tightening made sense.

At least, if Kon really was there. It was possible that he wasn't. Tim knew that, but...

[thirdboywonder.livejournal.com]

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[lighthearted]

[From here.]

Sora was a little nervous about the fact that he hadn't gotten a hold of Allen before night had started. He knew there was a chance that the other boy hadn't gotten to the bulletin early enough for them to coordinate a meeting place, but what if Allen was mad at him for not making it last night?

He had to assume they would be meeting out on the recreational field, seeing how that was what they normally did, but what if Allen didn't show up? Sora didn't think he could handle this assignment on his own...

Well, hopefully the other boy would be there and Sora could give his apology. He knew he could be worrying over nothing, especially since Allen had only ever been nice to him. Still, a person's patience only went so far, right?

There was only one way to find out, and so Sora hurried to exit the patient block.

[lighthearted]

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[itstaichoutoyou.livejournal.com]

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Human activity in the hall reminded Hitsugaya that he wasn't alone. As he neared M7, he pushed aside thoughts of his best friend.

Focus on the mission.

[superdynamic.livejournal.com]

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Suzaku swung the bat about a bit as he crossed quickly to the next hallway, getting used to its weight in his hand. He would much rather have a sword, and was secretly looking forward to the opportunity to borrow Yuffie's for a night. Even better would be to have his own made already. At any rate, he hoped he wouldn't need anything better than a bat tonight.

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[sekishi-keiou.livejournal.com]

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Youko ducked into the first branching hallway and looked at the nearest room numbers: M40, M39. The hallway after that had M30 and M29. So the numbers were getting smaller as one went north and west within this block--M57 wouldn't be here. Back the way she came, then.

[sekishi-keiou.livejournal.com]

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[boyking]

[from here]

Sam opened his mouth a couple of times in an attempt to break the silence as they walked, but he suddenly wasn't sure what to say. He realized that in the two days they'd been together here, their conversations had been strictly limited to business. Or hedging around the truth, on his part.

Christ. Was that all he was capable of discussing with his brother now? Lies and demonic possessions?

He couldn't remember what they even used to talk about. Mostly stupid stuff and he wasn't sure if he was at a loss for words because none of it seemed right to bring up anymore with everything that'd happened or if it was because he'd forgotten how to. Ruby was...company, but.

He glanced at his Dean out of the corner of his eye. Squinted a little, as if he were searching for something there or maybe just trying to reconcile with Dean's presence, but he shook it off after a second or two, cut his gaze away.

Frowning, he shone his flashlight down the hall. His pace was just a bit slower than it should've been, knee still a dull throb that he'd taken to ignoring by now. He stopped himself from taking another side glance at Dean and kept an automatic eye out ahead instead. They weren't much good for fending something off, but at least they could get a heads up to book it in the opposite direction.

[kindalikedit]

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[scarabspeak.livejournal.com]

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The hallway was surprisingly busy considering how early it still was. Or at least he was pretty sure it was still early. With how far he'd gotten last night, it was hard to tell. No one seemed to be paying any attention to him though, and the Scarab didn't seem to be picking up anything that might spell trouble, so Jaime continued on.

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[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/630961.html?thread=53430961#t53430961)]]

It didn't take long to reach the hallway, but being in an all-male block of the institute made her a bit nervous. The curse seemed to work only at night and she'd rather not have to explain that sort of thing again.

So far she didn't see Armand; he was coming, wasn't he? She stood close to the wall, holding her weapon tightly in hand and watching the halls carefully in case anything unwanted decided to show up.

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

[to Armand's thread on page 2]

[141-12.livejournal.com]

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Otacon slowly swept his flashlight beam along the length of the hallway, cataloguing the room numbers as he passed them and taking note of the other patients passing through. He caught of a glimpse of a boy with an improbably spiky but familiar hairstyle before starting to wonder if he actually was going mad. He'd never read about post-traumatic stress disorder taking the form of an elaborate fantasy in which flesh-and-blood anime characters were wandering around and talking to him, but he supposed most documented cases of PTSD did not involve otaku.

The spiky-haired boy made him think of Sunny as he turned into a new hallway. If Martin Landel — whoever he was — had no compunctions about locking children in with them, then Otacon couldn't see any reason why he'd think twice about (knock on wood) putting Sunny here too. He wondered where she was, about how he'd gotten here, if she even knew he was gone. He wondered if she was alone.

Otacon leaned against the cool hospital wall and, for the first time since waking up today, let himself feel homesick.

[moral-liberty.livejournal.com]

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Just after turning the corner, Kaworu found himself in what he presumed was a secondary thoroughfare. Flashlight beams bounced off the walls, briefly illuminating figures and faces. The soft hum of voices and footsteps in this area made it appear almost welcoming, though it was undercut by a general feeling of caution. For a moment, Kaworu was content to simply observe and take in the hushed noise.

Some of them were traveling alone, while others had paired up and were in many cases exiting the area for their own reasons, which Kaworu could not guess at. One particular Lilim was alone, but was not moving. He was leaning against a wall and appeared very still. As Kaworu drew closer he saw more of the tension in his body. However, the darkness concealed his features.

Kaworu closed the distance between them with his hands in his pockets. Before long, he saw the man shift in the shadows and look up at him, and his face grew clearer. He saw the shine of his glasses first, and then the eyes behind them. He was an older man, and looked a little bit like every researcher Kaworu had ever met, except that he had deep laugh lines around his mouth. Kaworu wondered if he smiled often.

"Are you alone?" He asked, smiling himself and speculating as to whether or not he might one day have a mouth like this man did.

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

The hallway was fairly crowded by the time Javert arrived. He paid them no heed, making his way out of the area quickly. If there were this many people in the halls already, more time had passed than he had thought.

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

[forgot-it-all.livejournal.com]

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There were a lot more people here than Ritsuka was used to seeing. Apparently either people were moving out faster than normal, or else he was slower. Hopefully, Soubi wasn't already at the meeting point, or the Fighter would probably worry. Ritsuka had meant to head directly out - and he thought he had. For someone as concerned about losing pockets of time and memories as Ritsuka, the way the night moved really disturbed him.

How was it possible that he could go only two hallways before a night ended, when others managed to get outside and over the walls in the same amount of time? It didn't make sense. Nothing here did.

Gripping his flashlight a little tighter, Ritsuka turned the beam on and kept walking.

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[stringless-doll.livejournal.com]

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There were a couple of people here, but he didn't see Kenren anywhere. He was either early or...really, really late. Maybe he should have posted his room number on the bulletin board after all.

He didn't even have his flashlight on him. He hadn't picked it up again after he'd dropped it the night before.

[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

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He found Nataku without too much trouble thankfully, and walked over to the kid, noting the sling on his arm. Damn, they'd really had a number pulled on them hadn't they? "Hey kid," he called out to the younger god. "Glad to see you." And he was. There was always that worry that worse injury could have been sustained or that someone could have disappeared altogether.

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

Even if today had been a complete waste of time on his part -- well, maybe not complete; he had gotten to punch Kon, after all -- Blitzwing still couldn't help but feel just a little...happy, as he made his way through the all too familiar halls, even humming a little. Under his breath, of course; he was mad, not suicidal.

He was also a realist, though there many people who no doubt would have found that hard to believe. But it was the truth: Blitzwing was always in complete touch with reality, and in this case that meant he knew perfectly well what a terrible job he'd been doing leading the local Decepticons. Oh, he'd done his best to handle a terrible situation of course, but that didn't change the basic fact: he really sucked as a long term leader! Why, he'd had to resort to emotional blackmail just to get Lugnut eating again! Emotional blackmail! As though he were some weepy Autobot! No doubt Megatron would just have had to issue an order, and it would have been carried out on the strength of his personality alone. Alas, Blitzwing could intimidate, but he could not lead.

But now he didn't have to worry about it anymore, because Megatron was here, thank the Allspark!

[lossofface.livejournal.com]