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damned_institute2009-10-07 05:31 pm
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Entry tags:
- alex delarge,
- claude,
- demyx,
- depth charge,
- faize,
- guy,
- kibitoshin,
- kio,
- kirk,
- lockon (neil),
- lunge,
- phoenix,
- souji seta,
- teisel,
- the scarecrow,
- two-face,
- tyki,
- zoro
Night 44: M-B Block Hallway
[From here]
After Tyki rounded the corner and headed into the block's main hallway, he paused to lit himself a cigarette. It pretty much sucked that the only time he could actually smoke was during the night thanks to the bothersome staff.
Not to mention they weren't easily to come by, either. Why did Cheating Boy go and disappear before giving him his seven packages? He could've at least waited until after delivering those. Or even after the Noah could got around to finish the job. At least this place had people like Sylar and Miss Shinigami to keep his black side occupied. But with his those bothersome burns, it probably wasn't very smart to pick a fight. Not that he was one of those impulsive warrior-types, but he liked his fun. The thrill of the kill and all that.
At least for now, he had a couple of boring hallways to travel through.
[For Demyx]
After Tyki rounded the corner and headed into the block's main hallway, he paused to lit himself a cigarette. It pretty much sucked that the only time he could actually smoke was during the night thanks to the bothersome staff.
Not to mention they weren't easily to come by, either. Why did Cheating Boy go and disappear before giving him his seven packages? He could've at least waited until after delivering those. Or even after the Noah could got around to finish the job. At least this place had people like Sylar and Miss Shinigami to keep his black side occupied. But with his those bothersome burns, it probably wasn't very smart to pick a fight. Not that he was one of those impulsive warrior-types, but he liked his fun. The thrill of the kill and all that.
At least for now, he had a couple of boring hallways to travel through.
[For Demyx]
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Looked like nobody was out in this hallway right now. Lockdown figured it was because it was still early in the night. The bounty hunter kept his guard up, knowing that anything could spring out and attack him right now. Best get upstairs as quickly as possible.
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Demyx trotted into the next hall and paused, briefly, as he smelled something that, for a second, made him think of Axel, before he recognized it as cigarette smoke rather than the regular kind. It took him another second to spot the guy actually smoking in the middle of the hall, which seemed...kind of odd. Soubi sometimes smoked in their room, but out here...well, monsters had to have a sense of smell, too, right?
Although, come to think of it, he'd never seen a monster this close to the rooms. Maybe they didn't come this far.
Then, finally, he noticed he was staring.
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His golden eyes eventually located a sole patient. He had never seen the kid before, but for some reason he was staring. The Noah blinked, shooting the other a questionable glance before commenting with a grin:
"Oi! Is there something on my face?" The tone of his voice held no malice or anything, only curiosity. And maybe a hint of amusement.
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As Raz made his way over to the main hall, he started wondering why the nurse needed to take his roommate away in the first place. The day was almost over - why would that guy need 'special counseling' so close to night time? It just seemed so sudden and- unless...
For a moment, the boy's heart stopped. And then, he started running.
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Everything still felt surreal as Claude made his way to his and Guy's designated meeting spot. He'd seen at least four roommates come and go, which was unnerving enough on its own, but this was the first time he'd had to witness someone being led away like that. The anger that bubbled at the pit of his stomach seemed to naturally turn toward Sync, as if he was somehow to blame. Claude knew that wasn't the case, but he was still furious at having to go out to put him back in his place when there were other things he could have been doing.
Stop getting ahead of yourself, he firmly told himself. After all, he still hadn't completely recovered from the zombie wound. He'd only belatedly realized this because he'd been so upset upon the onset of night, which showed that it was at least beginning to heal. Yet Claude knew he was in no shape to be going near experiment victims, not when it was too easy for him to want to take a bite out of them.
Deep down, he was grateful that someone organized rescue trips to the second floor, but he was still anxious over the uncertainty of whether they'd make it. Claude remembered the last two times he'd had to go up there, and the set of challenges he'd had to face as a result.
In the meantime, it looked like Guy hadn't arrived yet. Claude stood next to the wall, eyebrows furrowed and a frown on his face as he waited, and he tried not to let his racing thoughts run away from him altogether.
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While the pain had been the first sign of his lingering infection, it didn't take very long for the decidedly worse part of the whole thing to kick in. There were only a few other patients in this hallway, so it wasn't too bad, and yet Guy could tell that he wasn't cured.
As he passed by someone, he couldn't help looking at them, studying their musculature as his mouth watered. Still, it was the kind of hunger that he could deal with -- equatable to walking by a restaurant and eyeing a really juicy steak on someone's plate. You wouldn't run over and grab the food away from them in that case, and he wasn't going to pounce anyone just to get a bite of flesh.
It helped that he was working on a full stomach. It was a good thing Okita had forced him to finish his dinner.
Guy was so distracted by all of that that he almost walked right by Claude, who didn't register on his hunger radar. Still, he caught sight of his friend and turned to face him, immediately struck by how upset Claude seemed. He knew that the position Sync had forced them into sucked, but he was a little shocked to see that Claude was still so worked up.
Letting Claude's jacket and shirt fall off of his shoulder and into his hands, he handed the clothing over. "Look, we're gonna stop him," he said firmly. "Don't worry about that. Is Dias coming?"
He would wait for Claude to get the clothes on, and then they needed to be off. It would probably be best to find an outlet for all of his friend's anger as soon as they could, and Guy was perfectly content to allow Claude to punch Sync's face in.
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The third announcement was nearing its end by the time Zoro approached the door, determined to wrench it open. He'd jostled the knob, testing it for durability and, around the same time, the Head Doctor's voice rang out:
"Which is why we need to take your training to the next level..."
The door had come open in his hands and Zoro wasted no time taking advantage of the fluke. He sauntered out the door and down the hallway, wondering what kind of idiot would make it so easy to get out.
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Although Lockon had other goals in mind as well, for now he had every intention of checking with the others from his world. He headed out to the hallway.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/730449.html?thread=60083793#t60083793)]
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Back to the grindstone it was.
Peter was a great deal happier leaving M71 than he had been in...forever, fueled by a dinner spent in relatively cheerful conversation and the prospect of a night sans the undead, brainwashing, and death up the wazoo. Landel even said.
Although the 'up your training' bit was stupendously suspicious.
No matter. Peter was all too aware that even if there was a promise for no surprises tonight, that didn't mean things still couldn't go horribly, horribly wrong. His name was Peter Parker, after all. It was synonymous with crap luck. But just this once, just this teeny tiny sliver of a time, he was going to let himself feel happy.
You know why?
Two words.
Web shooters. The only good thing that can come out of an unwilling trip to the fabled third floor.
Should anyone point their flashlight his way, they might catch the brilliant grin on his face just as he sauntered out the door and into the next hall.
[To here.]
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Okita knew this way well. He traveled it every single night since he'd come to this place. With the sword at his side, he waited by the entrance to his hall and listened. Nothing out of the ordinary. Since he now traveled without his flashlight in order to keep his hands free, he had to be extra careful. His sight was limited and the oft appearing beams of other people's lights destroyed his sight. It was like emerging from a dark alley to see a lantern hanging in front of one's face.
Moving quickly through the hall, Okita continued on his way toward his destination.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/730449.html?thread=60105553#t60105553)]
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Despite his determination to get out of his room and on his way to that doctor's office as quickly as possible, Harvey hadn't missed the Head Doctor's announcement. Was the man honestly trying to play the victim now? It wasn't as if what he wasn't involved in mattered (not that he trusted the man as far as he could throw him). He'd already done enough to earn a coin flip ten times over.
Still, that wasn't his concern right now. Maybe he would get to give Landel a piece of his mind one day, but tonight was reserved for Gotham's very own vigilante. And Harvey wasn't going to be late.
Moving past two chatting patients, Harvey exited through the door into the greater part of the building.
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Nathan moved quickly stepping out into the hallway, ignoring any announcements he heard from the radio. There was no reason for him to linger on that - not really. He couldn't care less about the inner drama of the Institute - he just wanted to take Peter, and take Claire, and fly out of the damn place for good.
That, of course, obviously wasn't going to happen. Nathan sighed, exiting out the double doors to the hallway beyond. Hopefully, Peter would be there already.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/730449.html?thread=60189521#t60189521).]
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It was only the first hallway but, call it experience, paranoia, whatever, Depth Charge wasn't taking any chances. He swept his flashlight along the hallway three times before stepping out into the darkness, and even then it didn't take a genius to see that he was tenser than a Pred in an interrogation room.
"All clear. C'mon." He glanced back at the Scarecrow, again probably over-cautious, but like slag he was losing any more teammates.
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On the other hand, what better did he have to do tonight than to help out a new friend? He was sure Depth Charge would do the same for him, after all.
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There was nothing of note in the halls that followed. The only activity Faize could see was that of other patients meeting with their companions and moving out of their block.
Seeing no immediate danger, he continued at a cautious pace, making his way out of the block.
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Nothing interesting. The smell of smoke seemed to have died down as patients spread it thin. Well, Kio would do well by himself. He knew it. He knew he had to. It was then that he realised he hadn't been listening to the announcements. Training? It sent a shiver down his back as the light of his torch flickered. It would not last much longer. He'd been a fool not to grab more batteries. Well, if he went back, he might bump into people he wanted to avoid. So no. No.
Kio walked on.
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Now that he thought about it... Souji was kind of surprised by how empty the Institute was. There were only two people in this hallway, having a conversation on their own, and no one else. Compared to the other world, with its Shadows and the constant ambiance, this place was bleak and barren. Of course, everything felt more barren when he couldn't just be a card-crusher and unleash ravenous demons or awe-inspiring gods from the depths of his psyche.
Of course, that just meant that the danger was more contained and less obvious. That, ironically, was even more worrisome. But what could he do, but hope for the best and prepare for the worst that could be thrown at him?
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Kirk didn't bother to slow down, not even to mull over the ominous statements from the intercom or the way Landel could speak of providing protection for them without a trace of irony in his voice. He was sick of asking questions and not getting any answers.
Now was the time for action. Kirk reached the end of the hallway, and turned the corner.
[To here.]
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Well, no point dragging it out. Silently praying that Zex wouldn't be slowly decaying like a zombie or something, Teisel pushed on.
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Stupid, stuck-up, overbearing, fancy-pants admiral thought he was too good to be working with a low-life like Teisel Bonne, eh? Whatever. Teisel didn't need him, anyway.
Why, he'd probably get more done tonight by himself than he ever had with Zex. Stupid moron could run off and get himself in trouble for all Teisel cared.
Idiot.
Teisel positively stormed down the hall. The monsters could just stay the hell away if they knew what was good for them.
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As he walked, Phoenix reached back, finding the worn handle of his bat by feel and pulling it free. It definitely wasn't as elegant as the sword, but he felt a lot more confident in his ability to actually use it effectively. Not that he wanted to, but having the option was reassuring.
"So, what do you make of the last announcement?" he asked, doing his usual pause-scan-continue before proceeding into the hall.
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[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/730449.html?view=60392785#t60392785).]
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He would follow the straggling patients until he got to a more open space. That much was the plan. How well he would carry it through would remain to be seen. Shining his flashlight up and down the walls, Alex was disappointed to find that nothing lurked in the corners. No monsters to jump at him, nothing to get his heart racing. He didn't want to think too much about the violence, lest the nausea started up again.
Instead, he kept with the flow of people, clutching the pole tightly. What he wouldn't give for his little weapon.
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Jiraiya didn't waste time thinking. He simply moved.
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[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/733007.html?thread=60436815#t60436815).]
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Now. Where to go?
Presumably, there wouldn’t be firearms in the vicinity. That much was obvious. Nor was he sufficiently powerful to wield a blunt weapon with any real effectiveness. That left blades, and this was a hospital, wasn’t it? Finding scalpels of some sort wouldn’t be too difficult and even if the range was limited and some of the monsters thick-skinned (as last night’s autopsy had revealed), they were certainly better than going unarmed.
Lunge’s fingers twitched in recollection of his map. There was an equipment and chemical storage room on the second floor that presumably would have something of the sort. There.
With a course set, Lunge made along the corridor at a careful, monitored pace; fast enough to keep him moving, slow enough to let him survey his surroundings and silent enough to keep him relatively undetectable.
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The bathrooms at least, weren't so very far. He'd visited them in the daytime, but never at night. But they were close to the rooms, so they shouldn't be so very dangerous, right?
The beam of his light was weak and flickering, but there was enough movement from other patients and well, it wasn't as if he hadn't trained for a variety of different situations. The real thing was always a different story though.
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He trailed after his cousin, close to his heels as they moved, keeping a sharp eye out for anything unusual. Thankfully, the bathrooms weren't that far away, so nothing much could probably attack them. On top of everything else, he didn't want to make Mitsukuni fight tonight. It would only add to his unhappiness. As they reached the bathroom door, Mori moved ahead, narrowing his eyes. No sounds came from inside. It was probably safe.
Looking down at Mitsukuni, he nodded and then tested the knob - unlocked. Twisting it, he pushed it open just slightly, watching the room through the crack in the door before he pushed it fully open and stepped inside.
[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/744156.html)]