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damned_institute2009-08-29 05:22 pm
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NIGHTSHIFT 43: M1 - M10 CORRIDOR
Ignoring the pain in his broken arm, Snake crept along the hallway. He had brought only the matches and hairspray with him, hooked into the band of his pants, needing no light. His feet made no sound. Even that vision of the corridor earlier hadn't phased him like his much-loved old Outer Heaven flashbacks usually did, as he was far too focused on his mission.
He had been checking the men's block rooms, one at a time. Most of them were vacated; some were not, and even the sounds of movement inside those ones were enough to reassure him that they were not the rooms that belonged to Big Boss.
Systematically, he started down the furthest corridor in the block to the south of his own, starting with room M10. The door was, of course, unlocked, and he cautiously pushed it open. Like many of the others, it seemed empty, but for less than a second he caught a trace of Big Boss's smell. It was enough to lure him into the room, even though no-one was visible. Had he imagined it?
[M10]
He had been checking the men's block rooms, one at a time. Most of them were vacated; some were not, and even the sounds of movement inside those ones were enough to reassure him that they were not the rooms that belonged to Big Boss.
Systematically, he started down the furthest corridor in the block to the south of his own, starting with room M10. The door was, of course, unlocked, and he cautiously pushed it open. Like many of the others, it seemed empty, but for less than a second he caught a trace of Big Boss's smell. It was enough to lure him into the room, even though no-one was visible. Had he imagined it?
[M10]
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"Does Arts and Crafts not want your help?" he asked with a tilt of his head. He'd never gotten that impression from the club leaders, though he realized that Hitsugaya was definitely the deadly serious type. Maybe the History Club people were a little more friendly.
Still, the shinigami were Hanatarou's friends, weren't they? It just didn't make much sense to Sora, and yet he didn't want to make his roommate uncomfortable...
It was at that point that the intercom came on -- it was still that computer, but it was different now. Sora realized he shouldn't have been that surprised by it (everything changed at night), but that didn't defeat the fact that it was creepy. The boy let out a sigh and went into his desk for his flashlight. Unsettling or not, he couldn't make Hitsugaya wait.
M7
Tonight was probably going to be the only time that the night announcement came as a relief, though, because it gave him an excuse to change the subject. He glanced up toward the speaker with a dismayed little squeak, then quickly grabbed the bag and sword and turned to fetch his flashlight as well.
"Um, I should get...and you have to meet the, the captain," he observed, awkwardly juggling what he was holding until he finally managed to get the bag slung into place. "Be careful tonight?"
M7
As usual, his flashlight was the only thing he needed. Hitsugaya hadn't said that he should bring anything else, and so he started for the door, sending his roommate one last smile. "Good luck with whatever you're doing tonight!" He'd never gotten the full details on that, but he wasn't going to worry too much about it.
He flashed a wave at the other boy with his free hand and then exited the room and moved down the hall, having to skirt around a somewhat concerned-looking blue-haired man in the process. Sora hoped he wasn't in any kind of trouble, but he knew he couldn't spare the time to ask -- not when Hitsugaya was waiting!
[To here.]
M7
But...that wasn't something he could change right now. The healer drew in a deep breath and held it for a moment, then slid the sword into its makeshift sheath, resettled the bag slung across his back, and took his flashlight in both hands. Time to go. He had things to get done before meeting up with Kenren.
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