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damned_institute2009-09-03 08:58 pm
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Nightshift 43: East Wing, Hall A
[from here]
Jason paused as he entered the empty corridor, surveying the area as he listened carefully for any sounds - monsters, other patients or any other surprises that might be waiting for them. If there was anything it was remaining hidden for now so he turned his attention to testing the doors to the doctor's offices. Unsurprisingly they seemed to all be locked but he thought he'd be able to break them open easily enough. Or he could see if Two-Face had the muscle for it, since he was lugging that pipe around.
"So, who do you like the sound of?" he asked cheerfully, peering at the names on the doors. "Yumeno, Kisugi...." Were all the doctors foreign imports? Too bad he had no way of knowing if Bruce had seen any of them, it would be fun to see the records of that attempt. Assuming the doctor hadn't gotten committed immediately afterward.
"Come on Harv, pick a door!"
Jason paused as he entered the empty corridor, surveying the area as he listened carefully for any sounds - monsters, other patients or any other surprises that might be waiting for them. If there was anything it was remaining hidden for now so he turned his attention to testing the doors to the doctor's offices. Unsurprisingly they seemed to all be locked but he thought he'd be able to break them open easily enough. Or he could see if Two-Face had the muscle for it, since he was lugging that pipe around.
"So, who do you like the sound of?" he asked cheerfully, peering at the names on the doors. "Yumeno, Kisugi...." Were all the doctors foreign imports? Too bad he had no way of knowing if Bruce had seen any of them, it would be fun to see the records of that attempt. Assuming the doctor hadn't gotten committed immediately afterward.
"Come on Harv, pick a door!"
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When the kid started rushing him, Harvey scowled and shoved the maps back toward him. "I thought I told you not to call me that," he snapped as he stalked toward the fourth office.
As expected, it was locked, but he was sure they had the means to take care of that. He set down his flashlight so that he could grip the crowbar with both hands, not even bothering to ask Jason if he approved of holing up in Stegman's office. The kid had told him to pick, after all.
Harvey exhaled, wound up, and smacked at the door knob with the end of the pipe.
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They were going for Doctor Stegman, were they? Unsurprisingly, the name didn't mean anything to him but an office was an office. The doctors weren't about to have anything potentially dangerous where the crazies could get at it so any of them would do just fine.
Standing back, he watched Two-Face slammed the pipe into the doorknob, the noise echoing loudly in the quiet hall. It would be less secure in there with the lock broken but they didn't have anything to pick it with so this was the only option. And he was almost certain the lock would be repaired by tomorrow night - all the other shit that got busted up during the night was repaired by the time they all woke up, why would this be any different? He'd keep an eye out for anything he could use to pick the locks with for when they went after Bruce. It would be so much better to be able to lock the door on the bastard and make it more difficult for him to get out or any unwanted help to get in.
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He nudged the door with his foot, but it still wasn't budging. While he didn't like the attention this could attract, it didn't look like any other patients were on their trail (and really, breaking down doors was hardly suspicious so long as they acted innocent). The monsters were a larger concern, but it was a risk they were going to have to take.
Harvey had half a mind to urge Jason to do his part, but a machete wouldn't do much good in this situation. Besides, if this was a way to show the kid that he could pull his weight, then so be it.
Pulling the pipe back again, Harvey took a second shot and found himself grinning when the lock smashed and the door swung open for them. The end of the pipe was slightly bent now, but it wasn't like it would make it any less effective when he was bashing monster skulls in. (Or Batman's face, as the case may be.)
He glanced over to Jason, only now bothering to respond to what he'd said. "What should I call you, then?" he shot back. "Jay?"
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The nickname wasn't unfamiliar - or even, if he were honest, one he disliked. That was the problem. He wasn't Jay anymore and Two-Face didn't get to call him that. Ever. "Fine. Two-Face," he growled through gritted teeth. "Did you just break the door for fun or are we going in?"
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"Don't get your panties in a twist," the man said with a wave of his hand. He bent down to pick his flashlight back up and then walked through the door.
[To here.]
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Back out into the hall and Jason paused to glance around at the doors to the other offices. No sign of anyone else having come down here. Good.
The only movement at all was another flicker out the corner of his eye and for a heartbeat Jason would have sworn he could see through the wall, to the pipes and wiring inside. Keeping his head turned away didn't help it become clearer and the sight faded just as swiftly as before, leaving him irritated and unsettled.
Neither of them had bothered to comment on the second intercom announcement though the screaming and moaning had gotten louder afterward. It grated on his nerves even more now that he wasn't distracting himself with planning. The only option was to keep moving and distract himself like that. Well, that and with Two-Face. "How many times have you been to Arkahm so far, Two-Face?"
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He was glad that Jason at least chose to call him Two-Face sometimes. It wouldn't have been nearly as bad if he'd used Harvey or Dent, but Harv? Only jerks had ever called him that, as far as he could remember.
What the kid asked was odd, though. Jason already had gone over the question of time with him, but maybe he'd forgotten. Harvey let out a quick huff. "Never," he responded, "unless you count when I went there as an attorney. Not that Arkham is running at this point, but... how about you?" If Jason answered him truthfully, it would at least reveal some more about the kid.
He made sure to continue toward the stairs as he spoke, knowing that they couldn't waste any time. Chances were that a few people had gone searching through the supply rooms already, which meant there might be slim pickings.
[To here.]
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He hadn't seen anything in that first hall, but as Suzaku led the way along the path he'd taken his first night, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was. . . something there. He stayed alert as ever, sweeping the halls with his flashlight and keeping an ear out for anything suspicious, but the stress and sleep deprivation must have been getting to him. A couple times it seemed like the walls -- flickered a little, and occasionally something would flit in and out of his range of vision, only to disappear a moment later. It could be some kind of monster stalking them, but there wasn't anything they could do about it until it attacked, so. . . He was probably imagining it, anyway. Suzaku decided not to mention it, whether or not Yuffie had noticed anything strange herself.
Until they got to the final hall, almost at the courtyard that would take them outside. That time, when Suzaku saw something out of the corner of his eye, he whirled -- and definitely caught a flash of pink hair. His skin prickled, and he could swear he smelled blood, but that must just be his overactive nerves again. Because his heart had definitely jumped into his throat. "Euphie?" he called softly, eyes wide. She wasn't supposed to be out here alone, and -- if she was, she had disappeared, which was even more cause for alarm. But he could swear he had seen her.
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One creepy-ass intercom announcement and several hallways later, they came to the courtyard. Yuffie cast her flashlight about, curiosity warring with caution; again, there was the decayed flicker of something, almost as though the wall had packed up and gone for a coffee break. As soon as she tried to focus on it, it was… normal. Again.
By the Water God, this was frustrating! Creepy! Unfortunately atmospheric!
On the other hand, it was livening things up a little, wasn't it? Her usual boredom at wandering the halls had faded into a burning anticipation, deep in the pit of her stomach. It warmed her, gave her movements, loose an easy as they still were, an edge. Yuffie rocked back on her heels, swapping her shuriken briefly over to her left hand. Had Suzaku noticed? If he really was worth his salt, that'd be a 'hell yeah'… Unless it was just her, and that would royally suck. A lot.
Just as she was thinking that, Suzaku tensed, whirling around with wide eyes. It looked like he'd seen a ghost. Okay, that answered her question; nope, she wasn't going crazy, not unless Suzaku was as well. Except he -- was calling her name. Huh?
"Yeah?" She blinked at him, stepping closer and leaning around to look at him. Sheesh, he really did look spooked. "Hey. I'm right here."
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There were monsters that imitated a person's appearance, weren't they? As if bringing Euphie herself here wasn't bad enough, Landel -- or whoever -- had to go using her appearance, perverting what she meant to Suzaku in order to manipulate him. It was disgusting, and he felt a flash of anger before turning abruptly back to the door to the outside. The most they could do was leave, and hope whatever-it-was didn't follow them.
"Sorry," he said a bit awkwardly, realizing how strange it must have looked to be speaking to someone who wasn't there. "It's nothing, let's just keep going."
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