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damned_institute2009-10-19 12:00 am
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Night 44: Decontamination Room
[from here]
The next door from the hall isn't so easy for their passage as the rest have been.
"Locked." Hart frowned, pipe tucked under his arm with hand on the knob. But when did something like a little ole' locked door stop a rogue? "Somebody holy my flashlight, okay? Bart--?" He passed it off to the speedster in hopes that holding onto something essential would let him feel a little more useful.
"Alright," He shifted his grip on the pipe, two-handed now. "--one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready--" The steel pipe comes down nice and hard on knob, clearing the way into the decontamination room. Not that Hart knows that.
"--and four to let ladies first. Just teasing--come on." he chuckled, opening it up to the others.
Lead or follow, this place was nothing short of creepy. Scourge kept the front of the line (well-armed, thank god) and Hart kept up the back, shining his flashlight ahead of their group. With each turn, he committed the layout to memory, incoming map or not. Nothing better to live by than experiences, eh?
If Bart shone the light down the way and to the right, they'd see another door, and at this point, that was the obvious way to continue.
[to here]
The next door from the hall isn't so easy for their passage as the rest have been.
"Locked." Hart frowned, pipe tucked under his arm with hand on the knob. But when did something like a little ole' locked door stop a rogue? "Somebody holy my flashlight, okay? Bart--?" He passed it off to the speedster in hopes that holding onto something essential would let him feel a little more useful.
"Alright," He shifted his grip on the pipe, two-handed now. "--one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready--" The steel pipe comes down nice and hard on knob, clearing the way into the decontamination room. Not that Hart knows that.
"--and four to let ladies first. Just teasing--come on." he chuckled, opening it up to the others.
Lead or follow, this place was nothing short of creepy. Scourge kept the front of the line (well-armed, thank god) and Hart kept up the back, shining his flashlight ahead of their group. With each turn, he committed the layout to memory, incoming map or not. Nothing better to live by than experiences, eh?
If Bart shone the light down the way and to the right, they'd see another door, and at this point, that was the obvious way to continue.
[to here]
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A quick scan of the area with the aid of his flashlight told him that whoever had broken the door had now left this location. Or from what he could see, at least, for he was unsure whether there was something lurking inside the other rooms within the area.
He paused for a while, listening to any suspicious sound. Hearing nothing, he then glanced over his shoulder. "Stay here," he told Feldt.
He reached into his pocket and drew out one of the glass shards, holding it between his index and pointer finger and raising his arm diagonally in front of him as if he were holding a throw dagger. In his other hand was the flashlight, pointed at the darkness as his eyes darted around the area.
But a quick examination of the rooms led to nothing except the knowledge that this was a sort of decontamination room: He had seen something similar back in his world. That, and that there was another door at the right of the room. He glanced back at Feldt and jerked his head to one side, a signal for her to follow him.
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Thankfully, her short stay in the hallway hadn't taken too long. She moved into the room upon seeing Setsuna's signal, and did a quick sweep with her flashlight. It looked similar to things that she had seen back in her world - she liked that it was somewhat familiar looking, even if it was in a place like this.
They had to keep moving, though. It did not seem like a good idea to stay in one place for long.
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Ah, the beautiful sound of silence. No one was in here and that meant no one but the men at his side would ever know it was Grell who had come up here to grab a few necessities. And, of course, it would only be these men here who would ever make the connection between him and all those lovely silver blades soon to be found sticking out of Brainiac 5's deceased body. And two men? Were very, very easy to kill. Even if Kaworu didn't exactly qualify as a 'man' perse, being not entirely human.
Details.
"My sincerest apologies for bringing you on my little shopping trip, but I have a few things I simply cannot live without," he called back, moving ever closer to his goal. Unfortunately for him? He wasn't the first to come through here. The doors were opened already, and Grell clicked his tongue unhappily against his teeth. "Seems like we're not the only ones to come this way." Stepping closer to the door, he listened for a moment and sighed. As he thought, someone else was in the other room - talking about the morgue even. How deliciously grim. "Time to go."
[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/743644.html?thread=60926428#t60926428)]