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damned_institute2009-10-07 09:09 pm
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Nightshift 44: M21-M30 Hallway
[M30]
So the doors really did unlock, huh? That was something. And look, he even got a convenient flashlight. Well wasn't that something.
It was only as Haine reached for the door that he realized he had no idea what room that idiot partner of his was in. He'd been too busy growling at Giovanni to think of asking anything useful. Then came dinner, and now there was some crap about monitoring the bulletin board. Haine hadn't even looked at a bulletin board all day, so whatever, as far as he was concerned. There was some weird shit going on here, though, that was for sure.
He was really beginning to think that this might not be the Underground, but what other explanation was there? He hadn't exactly spoken to anyone who'd disillusioned him of that thought, so he'd stick with it until he had a better explanation.
The back of his neck suddenly felt funny, and he put his hand back there...wait. How was it possible that the metal collar was suddenly there? He was sure it had been gone! He'd been losing his fucking mind about it earlier! He was sure he hadn't been hallucinating that...
Fuck this. He was going to find that worthless partner and figure shit out while the doors were still unlocked.
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So the doors really did unlock, huh? That was something. And look, he even got a convenient flashlight. Well wasn't that something.
It was only as Haine reached for the door that he realized he had no idea what room that idiot partner of his was in. He'd been too busy growling at Giovanni to think of asking anything useful. Then came dinner, and now there was some crap about monitoring the bulletin board. Haine hadn't even looked at a bulletin board all day, so whatever, as far as he was concerned. There was some weird shit going on here, though, that was for sure.
He was really beginning to think that this might not be the Underground, but what other explanation was there? He hadn't exactly spoken to anyone who'd disillusioned him of that thought, so he'd stick with it until he had a better explanation.
The back of his neck suddenly felt funny, and he put his hand back there...wait. How was it possible that the metal collar was suddenly there? He was sure it had been gone! He'd been losing his fucking mind about it earlier! He was sure he hadn't been hallucinating that...
Fuck this. He was going to find that worthless partner and figure shit out while the doors were still unlocked.
[going down to here]
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Suzaku didn't waste any time, immediately dragging Lelouch's things out from under his bed -- he had so much stuff under there, he couldn't believe the nurses hadn't figured it out -- and trying to find some way to make them easier to carry. Finally, he settled on wrapping the clothes around Lelouch's bat and tucking it under one arm. Shoving the note in his pocket and picking up the flashlight and butcher knife, Suzaku headed briskly out the door.
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