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damned_institute2009-10-19 12:00 am
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Night 44: Decontamination Room
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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.
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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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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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