damned_institute | Night 43: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[from here]

The last hall turned into the next, and Albedo paused then, froze like a deer in the woods. Close, close, but not close enough. The beat his own heart echoed. His eyes widened to take in any light he could see, pupils dilating as he muffled his waveform, thrusting it down. Though with his heartbeat echoing.... Albedo watched Rubedo, but the other didn't seem to notice his presence. He didn't know whether to be pleased or petulant.

His twin seemed no worse for the wear, nothing unmanageable, nothing too out of place. Both hands still as they were, Albedo ran his tongue over his teeth. The duel instincts were pulling at him, one gradually growing stronger than the other. He restrained the urge to run to Rubedo, fasten on to him like an accessory, and whispered promises to the other, that wanted pain and attacking and vengeance. There was still another brother to check on, and then, and only then, would Albedo make up his mind. Slinking behind Rubedo, and carefully staying to the shadows, Albedo followed him.

There was a good thing in having some unsavory habits.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/702705.html?view=57997297#t57997297)]

These hallways were always crowded. That was nothing new and nothing Matt shouldn't have expected. He turned off his own flashlight in order to save batteries, relying instead on the light from others'. It also helped to keep himself hidden. Even if he didn't plan on attacking anyone in this hallway, he had to look at least somewhat demented - mostly because he was somewhat demented. After last night, and what with things as they were now (Would this ever go away? Would he be stuck as some sort of half-zombie every time night came around, now? What a sick joke.) no one could say his sanity was a hundred percent intact.

He froze as someone came just a little too close, their scent just a little too strong, and had to slap a hand over his mouth again with a short choking noise. Not here. He was too out in the open here...

Another sharp movement out of the corner of his eye. Doumeki turned his head towards it, expecting it to be gone like some kind of phantasm, like the other ones he'd been seeing all night, but it didn't end up being like that.

It was a boy, who slapped a hand over his mouth, looking ill and like he was injured. Doumeki's brows furrowed for a moment, and he took a step just a bit closer.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low. Partially because he didn't want to startle the young man again, as he seemed to have been already. He really looked worse for the wear, and Doumeki started glancing down over the clothing he wore to see if there was something that could be used to help.

Still, nothing seemed too amiss. There were a few other patients about, either waiting around or talking or deciding what to do. No sign of Nathan so far, but Peter hadn't made it to the meeting spot just yet. It occurred to him that he didn't think he knew his brother's room number, which was something he needed to find out from him sooner rather than later.

As a matter of fact, it would probably be best for them to come up with fake names to use when they wanted to talk over the bulletin board. He knew perfectly well that Sylar could have seen their exchange over it today, and he might even be planning to track them down to try and do a repeat performance of the Elle incident.

Peter wasn't going to let that happen. Never again. Not to Nathan, not to anyone.

He lowered his head out of slight paranoia and quickly continued down the hall toward the stairway.

"I'm fine." Matt answered quickly, too quickly, and jerked away from the other boy until he was backed against the wall. This patient, like so many others, wasn't dolled up like Edgeworth had been. His arms were bare and far too easy a target for his teeth.

It was sickening, thinking that way. Matt was close to having a fit, so torn between wanting to follow the hunger and wanting to stab himself to put others out of danger. But he just wasn't strong enough for the latter, and a helpful person would easily put his or herself at risk. He would be easier to pull away into a darkened room. Easier to get alone.

If he was smart, he'd keep walking.

[from here.]

L stepped into the hall, making a right turn. He didn't see Howell.

The idea came to mind that no one would be waiting for him, that he was endangering himself for nothing, but he pushed it aside.

In spite of his sensation of physical vulnerability, exploring would be good. If he kept his wits about him, he might be able to see what patients at the Institute were up against without putting himself in more serious danger: stay at the edges of rooms, observe, be ready to retreat when and where it is necessary. Will that kind of retreat feel like failure...?

There is no way to know until I have experienced it.

Something flickered in his peripheral vision, as if the drywall just behind him and to his left had vanished, revealing a glint of pipes. He paused, putting his back to the wall that had been to his right, taking a closer look. The broken wall appeared smooth and normal, and he stared at it for a moment with a puzzled frown, then darted across the hall to touch it.

Nothing. It was hard under his fingertips.

He shook his head and moved on -- past the door to the Nurses' Station, and into the main hall, where he began to look for Howell with more intent.

[To here.]

Edited 2009-08-31 08:36 (UTC)

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/702705.html?thread=58007281#t58007281)]

At the end of this hall and turning the corner to the next was the meeting place. Nathan moved toward it, hoping that whoever got there first wouldn't have to wait long.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/703548.html?thread=58003516#t58003516)]

Edited 2009-08-31 08:30 (UTC)

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/702705.html?thread=58010865#t58010865).]

Last hall. He wasn't sure who he was meeting for this exchange, but it should be simple enough. Better be quick too. Even Turks knew it was a bit dodgy hanging around outside toilets.

Edited 2009-08-31 09:47 (UTC)

[ from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/702746.html?thread=58012954#t58012954) ]

Tensions were high, but the hall seemed relatively docile save soft murmuring and a sudden start. For now he had no distinct destination, quickly working to expand he basic map he'd been setting to memory.

Straight on through the hall, pushing through the next door.

[ to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/702705.html?thread=58013681#t58013681) ]

Edited 2009-08-31 11:23 (UTC)

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/702746.html?thread=58022682#t58022682)]

Fortunately, the file rooms' location on the map had been one of the first he'd memorized, so he doubted that he'd get lost. Oh, and the fact it wasn't even that far helped.

Keeping his guard up in case anything tried to attack him, he continued moving.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/703548.html?thread=58025276#t58025276)]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/702705.html?thread=57942513#t58034673).]

Soubi slowed. "I'll move on ahead, if you don't mind waiting."

He stopped completely and looked at Kio with a little frown. "Shout if you need me. You're collecting surgical spirit. If they argue about the exchange..." Soubi handed Kio another cigarette. It seemed like nothing, but it was a lot to a smoker. "Only if they argue."

He turned and walked away, surprised his legs could even carry him right now.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/706079.html?thread=57977375#t57977375).]

Edited 2009-09-02 09:59 (UTC)

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/702705.html?thread=58034161#t58034161)]

Nothing interesting here, though Tyki guessed that should've been expected from these hallways by now. He moved along, not paying any mind to the other people around. He had more fun things to do for tonight anyway.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/702746.html?thread=57999386#t57999386)]

Kanji headed out a bit more carefully than he had that night he was heading to Naoto's room. For one, he had no idea where the hell he was going. And two, the whole zombie invasion the other night kind of got him a little paranoid as to what this place had crawling around. There was a big difference between the Shadows he was used to fighting and rotting, blood-covered zombies.

...And thirdly, he still hated hospitals. Why did it have to be a freaking hospital, man?

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/703548.html?thread=58037564#t58037564)]

Edited 2009-08-31 20:56 (UTC)

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/703548.html?thread=58035772#t58035772)]

[From here.]

This hallway had even more people, most in the same outfit as himself. Some were paired off, others alone; perhaps they found safety in numbers?

No matter- he was perfectly capable of handling himself, with or without something with which to defend himself in case of a monster attack. They weren't uncommon in places like this- whatever beasts would be lurking in this institution surely couldn't be as bad as some of the monsters he'd had the chance to meet.

[From here.]

It wasn't that hard to notice how the number of patients seemed to increase as Harvey got closer to the Sun Room. That made him feel uneasy about the fact that he and Jason were meeting up around there, since the matter they were discussing wasn't something that could be broadcasted to the rest of the institute.

He realized they could just move to a more private place, but they would have been able to decide on a better meeting spot if Jason had just met up with him in the first place.

He was going to give the kid a piece of his mind about that regardless of what excuses he came up with.

It was just a bit further. Harvey discreetly adjusted his gun in the elastic of his pants before he continued on.

[To here.]

Nothing of note here. The number of patients in the hall suggested that some time had passed, but not enough to make a difference. Javert increased his pace all the same. It wouldn't do to arrive last.

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/703812.html?thread=57921348#t57921348)]

How very, very curious...

X continued his little trek, eyes scanning the walls, the floor, the ceiling, to the point where he found himself unconsciously spinning in a small circle to investigate the area and be quite sure his eyes had not been deceiving him before. Very rarely did Luxord hallucinate. As he was not under the influence of anything and had not been for the past few days, it was even rarer for such an occurrence. No, this was most certainly an outside influence. Was it related to I.R.I.S' malfunctioning? Hmm...

The Gambler liked this mystery.

[Dancing over here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/703548.html?thread=58049084#t58049084)]

Edited 2009-09-01 00:17 (UTC)

Briefly, as he headed to the intersection with the main hall, Junior got the feeling that there was something behind him. It made him hesitate for a moment, and walk slower than he had been, but finally he wrote it off as just his imagination. He'd already imagined a couple other things, so instead he continued on, appropriately wary.

[from here]

For the first time since waking up, Kitty cursed the numerous hallways that this place had. She wished she could've just used her phasing to take a short-cut (or three), but that probably wasn't such a good idea. Even if there were others here who had various abilities, she wasn't ready to show off her own mutant status. Too many people had freaked (and that was putting it lightly) when mutants had been revealed to exist, and too many things had happened as a result.

Even if that wasn't true, it wasn't like she knew what rooms were empty or taken. And regardless of whether having 'weird' abilities was normal or not, it wasn't exactly normal to see someone running through the wall. For now, she'd have to deal with going about the halls the good old fashioned way.

[to here]

Edited 2009-09-01 05:32 (UTC)

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/702705.html?thread=58110193#t58110193)]

As he entered the next hall, Jason saw something moving out of the corner of his eye. His head snapped around to follow it, staring at the wall in confusion. Had there been a door there a moment ago? Cautiously advancing on the blank stretch of wall, Jason rapped it with the handle of the machete. The solid thumping it returned meant it was unlikely there was a hidden door there - and what he'd thought he'd seen hadn't been hidden anyway.

Jason shook his head, snorting to himself in amusement. Maybe he really was completely insane, it wouldn't be that surprising . Big fucking deal. Unless he started hallucinating on a regular basis it didn't matter. He was wasting time. There was nothing new to see here.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/706633.html?thread=58046793#t58046793)]

Edited 2009-09-01 22:02 (UTC)

Night 43: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

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