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damned_institute2009-05-30 05:31 pm
lawful_perfect) wrote in damned_institute2009-05-30 05:31 pm
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Night 41: West Wing, North Hall 1-A
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For the first time all day, von Karma was now in an area that was somewhat familiar to him. The last day that he had had full consciousness, he had passed through this hallway on his way to the recreational field. Oddly enough, although there had been a number of patients meandering through this hall last time, it appeared that he was the first one here tonight. Gingerly, he walked close to the wall in case something non-human emerged, until he reached the doorway to the north.
Carefully, he opened the door and looked outside. The grassy field lay before him. A cool breeze drifted in; this was actually the first breath of fresh air that he had received all day, despite his blasted nurse's nagging. Steeling himself for the trip to the activities shed on the far end of the field, he stepped outside.
[To here]
For the first time all day, von Karma was now in an area that was somewhat familiar to him. The last day that he had had full consciousness, he had passed through this hallway on his way to the recreational field. Oddly enough, although there had been a number of patients meandering through this hall last time, it appeared that he was the first one here tonight. Gingerly, he walked close to the wall in case something non-human emerged, until he reached the doorway to the north.
Carefully, he opened the door and looked outside. The grassy field lay before him. A cool breeze drifted in; this was actually the first breath of fresh air that he had received all day, despite his blasted nurse's nagging. Steeling himself for the trip to the activities shed on the far end of the field, he stepped outside.
[To here]
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The response provoked movement, made the boy stumble forward for yet unknown reasons. Nigredo's waveform kept moving away, and that... Wasn't acceptable at the moment. Albedo could contact Nigredo. Albedo was connected to him.
Left hand still wrapped around himself, Albedo right hand rose to cover his eye as he moved further down the hall. 'What is it?' wasn't something he could answer. Not yet. Not so far in their apparent closeness.
Albedo wasn't yet to a point where he completely lost himself--the boy knew fully what had and hadn't happened in the past--but at the current moment, Albedo knew loss and heartbreak, and something so much deeper. Nigredo was... Something familiar.
...Something.
The link remained open between them, though nothing was said. Unless the reoccurring theme of loss and pain that Albedo was openly sending without realizing counted as a response.
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