http://thecamellia.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] thecamellia.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-09-12 04:40 am (UTC)

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/703548.html?thread=57881404#t58559292)]

The interruption hadn't been unwanted--blowing past wasn't something she could've done--but nevertheless, exchanging information and introductions with Lockon had taken time.

Time the assassin would have to make up.

Quickly and silently, Tsubaki scouted out the inside of the stairwell, and once she confirmed it was clear, started up the stairs at a jog, staying out of the way of the others inside. Now that she was alone, though, the strangeness of the night at large was only that much more apparent. What was happening on the intercom now? It sounded like that automated voice was back, and... those other voices, getting louder. Tormented voices.

It made travel worse than ever, a worrying reminder of the night before. Everything felt... out of sorts. Maybe a part it was her, but she couldn't let personal matters or nerves get the best of her.

Still... what was this feeling?

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/707046.html?thread=58906854#t58906854)]

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