Nightshift 41: Disciplinary Therapy Corridor

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The static snapped Spider out of his gruesome writing trance. His initial project had been to cover the walls in his shit, but he soon sobered up and realized that the nurses would probably wash it all off as soon as he cleared out of the cell, and he couldn't even read what he'd been writing very well. Instead - and mostly because he didn't actually want to smear shit all over himself - Spider had begun writing on his clothes and body using a mixture of blood and saliva. He was still having problems reading what he'd written, but he planned to transcribe it later. He'd have plenty of time after the interviews. He just needed some jumpstart, maybe a cigarette, maybe some coffee, maybe a whole fucking lot of coffee and - WAIT! INTERVIEWS!

The static rose in volume, and Spider heard the click of his cell door unlocking. Leaping to his feet, Spider threw himself against the door until he found a way to open it, and burst out into the corridor.

"HAVE AT THEE, DOGFUCKER! WHO UNLOCKED MY DOOR? I WILL EITHER THANK YOU OR FUCK YOU IN THE NECK DEPENDING ON WHO YOU ARE."

Spider threw his gaze around the room, attempting to slam it into a lurking orderly or patient. He found no one.

"BAH! I HAVE INTERVIEWS TO CONDUCT. YOU ARE SAFE FOR NOW, YOU QUIVERING TOWER OF EXCREMENT! BUT THIS IS NOT THE LAST TIME THE BASTARDS WILL PUT ME IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, AND THE NEXT TIME YOU LET ME OUT, I WILL GRIND YOUR SKULL AGAINST ITS OWN FOOLISHNESS UNTIL CANDY COMES OUT."

Screaming into the empty corridor, Spider kicked open the door and ran.

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Haku frowned. Help? He was torn now. He could easily run back and assist the other man in dragging Schuldig away to safety, but Artemis couldn't be around him without the magic acting up and that was an entirly new variable that Haku didn't want to think about.

He was saved the choice however when a new man apppeared. Looking worse for the wear, he still got himself under the red-head's other arm and started 'helping' them all away. Grabbing Artemis and making sure the other boy was in front, away from the sparks and potential firery death, he followed.

If the others didn't catch up within a reasonable amount of time, he would come back for them.

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So slow, so slow. So many were coming out and so many were running, but not enough. The tentacles were next to roll back into the cocoon and then the leftover opened its mouth, releasing yet another heavy sulfur-laden breath. The lucentien clicked its hands together, the metallic scraping echoing dully off the walls until - finally - a spark caught.

Sulfur was a heavy gas. It tended to sit on the bottom of a room, collecting until it came in contact with flame, or until its plain toxicity killed whoever was unfortunate enough to be nearby. However, with the door to the hall open, and that new gasp of air from Crawford's room, the people beneath the behemoth were lucky. The sulfur caught fire, rocketing out like a column of flame, but it quickly settled toward the floor, the flash of flame and heat rolling in a thin band outward. If they were smart, they'd run before the flames hit them.

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(Artemis and Haku moving to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/634585.html?thread=53951449#t53951449).)

[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

Crawford.

Schuldig was only semi-conscious, which left his telepathy only just this side of functional, but he didn't need it to be aware of Crawford's presence when the man grabbed his other arm. He didn't give much thought to how Crawford had gotten there, or the fact that he was clearly better off after whatever they'd done to him than Schuldig had been after his experiment; all that mattered was that he was there.

And one other thing.

"I made it," Schuldig informed him; telling Crawford that was very important, even if his thoughts were too hazy for him to be able to recall exactly why. "Couldn't do anything else."

And with that - Crawford found, and having told him he'd done the best he could - Schuldig slumped between the two men, no longer bothering to even attempt to remain conscious.

[OOC: Schu's more or less out for now; someone might be able to shake him back to semi-consciousness if necessary, but until/unless that happens, feel free to skip him~]

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For once, Yohji was inclined to just agree with Crawford and moving was exactly what he did. This was no time to be bickering especially when that creature was still striking sparks the scent of sulphur was getting thicker. He tightened his grip around Schuldig, glad to be sharing the weight with someone else (and surprisingly glad that Crawford seemed to be in decent enough condition to help because he wouldn't have managed to get them both out), and began to move as quickly as he could towards the door, pulling Schuldig along with him.

And then there was rushing sound, a flare of light and enormous heat rolling towards them and... the door, they had to get to the door now...

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Crawford's body wouldn't move like he wanted. The control he was used to just wasn't there; his motions were blunt and imprecise, and he was compensating with brute strength. His grip on Schuldig's wrist was too rough, but as a flash of heat blasted them from behind, the only thing he cared about was getting on the other side of that door. He flung it open hard and barreled through, pulling Schuldig and Kudou with him.

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