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damned_institute2009-10-08 07:53 pm
dualistic) wrote in damned_institute2009-10-08 07:53 pm
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Nightshift 44: Main Hallway, 1-East
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Just like the night before, patient activity seemed to thin out here. That probably had to do with the fact that there wasn't anything of interest on this side of the building, but it suited his purposes well enough. It would throw a wrench in their plans if some do-gooder heard the commotion and decided to come to Batman's rescue.
Though it might have been humbling for the vigilante to have to deal with something like that, it wasn't worth losing his chance to give the man a piece of his mind, and maybe more than that.
Harvey readjusted the gun against the elastic of his pants, clenching his teeth when he realized that it was starting to chafe him. It wasn't like there were gun holsters lying around, though, and so he was going to have to deal. It was a small price to pay for firepower.
Nodding to himself, the man took a left into the hall that housed the doctor's offices.
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Just like the night before, patient activity seemed to thin out here. That probably had to do with the fact that there wasn't anything of interest on this side of the building, but it suited his purposes well enough. It would throw a wrench in their plans if some do-gooder heard the commotion and decided to come to Batman's rescue.
Though it might have been humbling for the vigilante to have to deal with something like that, it wasn't worth losing his chance to give the man a piece of his mind, and maybe more than that.
Harvey readjusted the gun against the elastic of his pants, clenching his teeth when he realized that it was starting to chafe him. It wasn't like there were gun holsters lying around, though, and so he was going to have to deal. It was a small price to pay for firepower.
Nodding to himself, the man took a left into the hall that housed the doctor's offices.
[To here.]
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"Yeah, well, unless you plan on building a giant robot out of pipes and printers, that does seem like a useless skill here," the mathematician had to admit. What Sho wasn't going to admit was that his genius psyche-manufacturing skills were similarly useless here, as far as he could tell. Well, not that he'd tried to make any pins yet. Maybe he could grab the materials tonight?
"Hey, what are you using for ammunition?"
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And then Sho popped a more relevant question. Lockon looked briefly awkward. "Well, I don't have any yet. I was thinking of going outside and picking up some stones, or maybe something in the activities shed. For now, I'll throw these at any monsters."
He held up a few shards of sharpened plastic--the result of breaking and sharpening his dinner trays. They'd taken him some time to get right, too. Those trays were definitely not designed to be made into weapons.
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"Well, you better hope we don't run into anything not made of unstable gelatinous proteins, 'cause those don't look like they could even intersect with a good jacket without reflecting at an obtuse angle for trajectories unknown," he said dubiously. Coming to the end of the hall, he began the task of manhandling his hand truck up the stairs.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/738956.html)]
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Unfamiliar territory at last, and seemingly barren of both monsters and patients. Abe tread carefully, wary of any sudden movements in the darkness, and swept his flashlight between the main hallway and the two diverging ones. Now what could be over there?
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This side of the Institute seemed to be far less popular than the western side, which was to be expected... more or less. The other side had the patients' rooms, after all.
Still, there were even fewer people in this wing of the building than there had been the last time he'd attempted to come down this way, with only one young man sweeping his flashlight around the area. He could still hear the song here, but it had quieted some.
"Hello," the Doctor said cheerily to the other man in greeting, pointing his own flashlight down one of the hallways that branched off. Quite a lot of doors down that way; it could be worth a look.
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He'd looked down the hall again to study it as he'd spoken, but now returned his full attention to the other patient. "John Smith," he said suddenly in introduction.
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He touched his chest. "Abe Sapien. I'm new here, perhaps you are as well?"
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"It depends on what you consider to be 'new'," was the Doctor's answer as he took a quick mental tally of the days since he'd found himself here. "I've been here ten days already--today's my eleventh. It's not very long, but I wouldn't call that new, either. Well, not new new-- not brand new."
He cut off abruptly. "Sorry. Abe Sapien, was it? Pleased to meet you."
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Really, given the nature of the monsters here, John Smith might not even be human or a friend. He'd have to be discreet if he was going to scan him, in case there was danger he needed to be headacheless to deal with.
Abe swept his flashlight down the corridor, then up to the stairs. "Would you care to explore together, then?" he asked politely, as if inviting Mr. Smith for tea.
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"That sounds like a brilliant idea; always nice to have a bit of company. I was thinking about checking out the doors down that way," he said, using his flashlight to gesture to the branch hallway. The doors were looking more and more inviting, but upstairs might have something worth checking out, too, and maybe this place had a basement.
"Well, unless you know of anywhere that might be particularly interesting or unusual elsewhere. Then I'd be open for suggestion."
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Not with Kroenen running around here. Abe wouldn't put it past the assassin to still hold a grudge against the BPRD.
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"Upstairs it is, then," he said with a grin, falling into step next to Abe. "You said you were 'new' here, but how new?"
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L limped through the hall at speed. He still carried the large metal file drawer in front of him, but it was beginning to be an encumbrance; without a conscious decision, he knew that he would continue to clutch it at least until they stopped to check the condition of his leg. As to the file itself, he had what he wanted. It was just a matter of holding on to it.
The stairs were ahead, on their right, a few steps away.
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Nothing unusual about that around here, at least for him. He shifted the drawer awkwardly to rest underneath his left arm and started up the stairs.
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Tim saw the stairs as soon as they got into the next hallway. Hopefully the janitor's closet wasn't too far away...and hopefully no one else had ransacked it yet, so it wouldn't be a wasted trip.
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...still. For a brief moment in time, Joshua had seen that look in the other person's eyes. People who were used to dealing with dangerous situations had it as something they couldn't really hide, not without a great deal of effort; a narrowing, a focusing, a kind of intensity and evenness that betrayed a thought of 'how can I do this?' Joshua kept that thought in mind as he walked along, pondering how best to see if his deduction was correct.
As for the question? He just shrugged, smiling a little as he did so. "Oh, a friend of mine was asking for some supplies is all. Nothing time-critical, however; I'll just go around there tomorrow." Of course, he could try to slip in during the day, but where would the fun in that be?
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Or he could just be jaded thanks to video games. There were always a few oddballs like that.
Further considerations of Alvin were cut off when Sanae heard exactly who Joshua had intended the rewards of their detour to go to: another previously unmentioned friend. It wasn't necessary that he knew all of Joshua's acquaintances--the Composer was capable of handling himself--but still, he couldn't think of anyone other than himself and maybe Minamimoto who had ever expressed an interest in art supplies (The debate was hardly worth having: markers or a knife?) that Joshua would find worthy of his interest. Huh.
Then again, the world was never as small as people made it out to be.
Sanae also made a mental note that their next destination after this little escapade would be the Arts and Crafts room. "Traffic willing," he added to Joshua's answer with a grin. "Although, we passed up a helluva light show tonight."
There were two sets of stairs in the hallway: one down near the end or the one he had pointed out earlier. Either way, the route was essentially the same. And since they were practically right next to a staircase...what the hell.
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There were a few voices on this end. Dean was pretty sure they were just patients, people taking the same risks they were; didn't mean he wanted to get too close and start chatting 'em up in case they stumbled on another demon convention. Tattoo or not, they had no salt and there were other ways a demon could dick you over that had nothing to do with possessing you. Dean led the way, keeping his hand near the bowie's hilt but not actually resting on it, and took a left down the next corridor where the doctor offices were.
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Kurt guessed by the lack of talking and the silent communication that Terry wasn't used to talking during trips like these. Well, Kurt could be quiet when it was necessary, but when it wasn't he chattered away with the team.
But... he figured asking things like, 'So, what's your home like?' or 'Like any movies I'd know?' while walking through a hallway where anything could leap out and eat them was probably not something that would impress Terry or make them faster friends.
Taking a look around and seeing two men coming down the corridor, Kurt immediately resumed walking on two legs and crouched a little behind Terry (not that this was some great feat--he was usually hunched over anyway). It wasn't as though these two in particular unnerved him
though he probably should have been, but when there were groups in a hallway Kurt could at least rest assured that they were busy discussing something else and not paying attention to what other groups were doing. It was harder not to notice when there were only two, though.Keeping Terry between himself and the other two, he moved to the stairwell.
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There were still a couple other groups lingering in the hallway when they reached it. Kagura didn't recognize any of them, but they were obviously patients. At least they were less likely to be attacked if they had more people, right?
She continued, heading toward the stairs and trying to ignore the far off screams and sounds of fighting.
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He kept a hold of her hand and followed along after her.
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A sweep of her flashlight didn't reveal anyone else in the hallway, but Kagura could sense activity nearby. She didn't know if they were patients or not, so she kept her makeshift weapon ready.
"I think the doctors' offices are just up ahead."
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Jutsu? That was Japanese for some kind of technique, wasn't it? Ninjas came to mind, specifically of the kind in those mindless shows Hiro watched. As for magic...
"Magic is a fairly broad term," she noted with a hint of disapproval. "Almost anything that doesn't have a scientific explanation can be considered as such. Just what sort of things can this ability to 'bend' do?"
She really hoped he wasn't about to say "bend things". She would be forced to stab him, possibly irreparably.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/735885.html?thread=60786061#t60786061)]
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He hadn't thought about it much before, but for someone who'd been at the Institute for as long as he had, Phoenix hadn't been up to the second floor much. Electively, at least. Even without the experience, though, he'd heard stories, and in them the second floor always seemed up there with the Sun Room as far as danger went.
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He squinted, trying to look at the hallway ahead of them before moving into it. There had been something going on in the Sun Room before, but hopefully it would stay there.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/732808.html?thread=60806280#t60806280)]
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"So far," Tony continued, "the only real unifying factor seems to be superheroes. Crazy as that sounds. We can probably assume population as well, but that's hard to verify for those of us who haven't met yet. We can't exactly just hop back over and check."
His grin brightened with an edge of humor, and after a pause to look over the hallway to verify that it maintained its usual quiet status he added, "Not that I'd complain about a day trip back to reality."
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[And off to here!]