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damned_institute2007-03-13 10:19 am
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M31-M40 Hall
Darman still wasn't pleased with the fact he had a new cellmate, but there was really nothing to do about it.
When the doors gave that telltale snick of the locks opening, he went for the closet under the pretense of getting one of the thicker overcoats, and fished about discreetly for his last remaining knife - it was almost lovingly wrapped in the remnants of the hand towel they had raided from the kitchen the night previous. Concealing it in his coat, and leaving Faust to decide what he wanted to do, Darman stepped out into the darkness of the corridors.
He should probably find Ordo, although he hadn't seen the other clone since that encounter in the courtyard, and knew that there was always the possibility he was being interrogated (good luck with that) or dead. Most beings, if they knew what a Null-ARC even was, also knew they were instant death on two legs...and that the best Null-ARC to them was a dead one. Brother or not, it was what Darman would do if he were in the enemy's place. Keeping Ordo alive and imprisoned seemed pretty suicidal, although it still begged the question how he of all clones had been captured. Ordo was supposed to be just plain better.
Sighing, and deciding to be optimistic - he still did have his knife after all - Darman set off down the hallway, following his mental map toward the main men's hall near the "bathrooms".
[Darman's moved here]
When the doors gave that telltale snick of the locks opening, he went for the closet under the pretense of getting one of the thicker overcoats, and fished about discreetly for his last remaining knife - it was almost lovingly wrapped in the remnants of the hand towel they had raided from the kitchen the night previous. Concealing it in his coat, and leaving Faust to decide what he wanted to do, Darman stepped out into the darkness of the corridors.
He should probably find Ordo, although he hadn't seen the other clone since that encounter in the courtyard, and knew that there was always the possibility he was being interrogated (good luck with that) or dead. Most beings, if they knew what a Null-ARC even was, also knew they were instant death on two legs...and that the best Null-ARC to them was a dead one. Brother or not, it was what Darman would do if he were in the enemy's place. Keeping Ordo alive and imprisoned seemed pretty suicidal, although it still begged the question how he of all clones had been captured. Ordo was supposed to be just plain better.
Sighing, and deciding to be optimistic - he still did have his knife after all - Darman set off down the hallway, following his mental map toward the main men's hall near the "bathrooms".
[Darman's moved here]
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But he was sure of it now. He had died. Upon waking up, he'd thought that perhaps someone had pulled him from the Seine, but that option seemed less likely by the minute.
"Oh, I doubt I'm dead now," he added. "I very much doubt 'saved' is the right word, but they must have done something. At any rate, I take it you experienced something different before arriving here?"
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Faust tapped his lips in thought, bringing the tattoos on his little fingers into view. Black bands with human skulls on top of the knuckles. "Saved is perhaps a bit too strong of a word... Though I do find it odd that you stand here, obviously alive and well, if you recall dying."
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"I don't find it any less odd," he said after a moment. "Still, it does make me wonder how we arrived and why we're here." Another moment of thought; he wasn't used to carrying on conversations for this long, and he found himself at a loss as to what to say.
"I can't honestly say that the place seems to be as bad as our roommates have made it out to be, though. Aside from a few questionable practices, of course, like allowing patients to roam free at night."
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"We can only gain from roaming, either more questions or answers." He looked to one side then another. "In that direction," he pointed, "there appears to be a wall, so... if you have no set plans, shall we go this way?" He gestured in the other direction.
((Is it alright if we head off to here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/76874.html#comments)?))
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He shifted his grip on the flashlight. The rest of the building was likely as dark as this hallway, but hopefully he'd be able to remember what most of it looked like in the morning.
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