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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]

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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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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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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.

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Edited 2009-10-08 06:24 (UTC)

[From here.]

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.

[From here.]

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.]

Edited 2009-10-27 02:01 (UTC)

Claude straightened up when he saw Guy approaching, and his gaze drifted to the clothes he had draped over his shoulder. So he'd remembered to bring them. He would have been fine if that hadn't been the case, but it was sort of a relief to feel his anger give way to a little bit of gratitude.

"Thanks," he murmured as he took the jacket and the shirt from Guy. Not wanting to waste time, he promptly rested his sword against the wall and began slipping his dark shirt over his Landel's one. As he did so, he felt the pain from the zombie bite lance through his shoulder, and he quietly hissed through his teeth. Still, the discomfort was a little better than it'd been last night.

Claude guessed he must have looked a little more upset than he realized -- no doubt Guy thought he was anxious over the upcoming confrontation. In reality, Claude was confident they'd be able to hold their own against the replica. But having to watch Rey get hauled away like that had triggered a wave of pent up frustration and anger over their entire situation. Yeah, they'd be stopping Sync tonight, but what about tomorrow night, and the night after that? How much longer did he have to sit and watch other people around him get hurt?

"Yeah, he's coming," he responded as he finished with the shirt and slipped on the jacket. His voice was tighter than he'd intended, and he took a small breath. "He should be waiting for us up ahead."

Claude picked up his sword and glanced over toward Guy. "Let's go."

And with that, he led the way into the next hall.

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Edited 2009-10-08 07:58 (UTC)

Tyki briefly glanced around the area after he had lit his smoke, gratefully inhaling from his cigarette. More patients had come out of their rooms by now, he noticed. Looked like the events last night written all over the bulletin board hadn't scared anyone off or something; that'd be pretty boring he guessed.

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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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.

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Edited 2009-10-08 13:31 (UTC)

Ah, man, he'd been caught. Demyx rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. "Nah, sorry. I just thought it was kinda weird smoking out in the open...the monsters might be able to smell that, right?"

At least the guy seemed pretty good-natured about it. Standing around staring like an idiot was something Saïx would have taken his head off for, although sometimes he got the feeling the guy would've just been happy to have a decent excuse.

Tyki blinked. "Really?" he questioned, surprised that someone would find it weird to be smoking here. Granted, this guy wasn't by far the only person questioning his smoking habits - or his sense of timing for that matter. But to the Noah himself, smoking here made perfect sense! He had to go without any for the whole day, so why shouldn't he smoke right now when he had the chance?

"I thought blood attracted them," he commented after a pause, before smiling. "The last thing we need is rabid squirrels that want to steal my smokes or something, right?" Or whatever else this place came up with. Whatever it was, it would die for just that reason.

"Well, yeah," Demyx replied with a slight shrug. "My roommate usually smokes in our room, so..." Maybe this guy shared his room with someone who didn't like smoke?

"And yeah, I'm sure they'd smell blood," he agreed with a laugh as he tried to get rid of the thought of a giant squirrel with a cigarette, "but even if smoke doesn't attract them, they might still want to know where the smell's coming from, right?"

[From here.]

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.

[To here.]

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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.

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Edited 2009-10-09 06:58 (UTC)

"You sure?" Tyki said, raising an eyebrow. "I haven't run into too many of them." He had to admit he hadn't really thought about it, but then again, who did think about such things? The guy in front of him, obviously, but he didn't count because he obviously didn't smoke.

Not that it mattered in the long run. The Noah wasn't going to sit smoking in his room for the whole night, and not smoking at all was obviously not an option. "Ah well. It will be their funeral if they show up because of my smokes, right?"

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.

The Scarecrow followed his new roommate, being sure to keep up despite his sometimes unreliable feet. He clicked on his flashlight and checked the map he'd copied into his journal. The path they'd likely be taking was a familiar one- he suspected they were headed to the Horrible Hallway. It wasn't a place he particularly wanted to go, but abandoning an important task was a less inviting thought.

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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"I've run into...well, only a couple, but that was more than enough," Demyx replied, with a slight shudder. The rats hadn't been all that bad, all things considered, and the zombies had been creepy but he could deal with creepy. But the memory of that thing with the tentacles, screaming and throwing itself against the shield of water he'd made, inches from his face and seconds from killing him...

Nobody or not, he was pretty sure that sort of thing would have unsettled even Xemnas.

Demyx looked over the guy again, frowning. "Their funeral? But you're not armed or anything..." True, Demyx had dispatched monsters unarmed before himself, but that just raised questions as to what this guy could actually do.

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