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damned_institute2009-11-21 03:15 pm
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Night 45: M91-M100 Hallway
"Ooooooookay." Todd frowned up at the intercom speaker. What the hell had that been all about? One minute, the head doctor was his usual plucky, vaguely irritating self, and the next he was channeling Vincent Price. Was he going into another episode? It didn't feel like he was.
Todd heard the click of the door unlocking and thought over his options. On the one hand, that announcement had gone a long way toward creeping him right the hell out and he felt too restless and nervous to go to bed. On the other hand, he could just see if he could lock the door from the inside and curl up under his blanket until he fell asleep...
It wasn't like there was anything he could actually do out there, but maybe he'd rest easier if he went out and checked the hallway for anything weird. Then he'd run into a nurse and they'd tell him he was hearing things and he'd go to bed and go to sleep and everything would be fine and he'd probably have a nice dream.
Yes, that was a good idea. No sense getting so worked up over nothing.
Picking up the flashlight on the desk, Todd stepped outside.
Todd heard the click of the door unlocking and thought over his options. On the one hand, that announcement had gone a long way toward creeping him right the hell out and he felt too restless and nervous to go to bed. On the other hand, he could just see if he could lock the door from the inside and curl up under his blanket until he fell asleep...
It wasn't like there was anything he could actually do out there, but maybe he'd rest easier if he went out and checked the hallway for anything weird. Then he'd run into a nurse and they'd tell him he was hearing things and he'd go to bed and go to sleep and everything would be fine and he'd probably have a nice dream.
Yes, that was a good idea. No sense getting so worked up over nothing.
Picking up the flashlight on the desk, Todd stepped outside.
M99
For supplies, he remembered to take the smoke bombs Allie'd made, slipping them into a sleeve, but aside from that he had no weapons. Why Yue wanted him along on this thing tonight, he'd no idea, but if it meant protecting Sakura, he wouldn't hesitate.
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His encounter in the Game Room had left Spike shaken up, too shaken up to even talk to his roommate, and it sort of ruined his dinner. Normally, that would have left Spike in just a sour mood, but...
The doors unlocked? Wait, no, those guys possibly weren't telling the truth, were they? Spike tried to ignore it, thinking it was just his delusions coming back... and then when he opened his eyes again just to tell himself that it was the same room as always and nothing weird happened, his roommate was gone.
That was why Spike cautiously poked his head outside of his room, taking careful steps out to the hallway. What the... This, this couldn't be happening, right?
"Ow!" The pinch told him that it was no dream, and Spike was overcome with worry. Wait, if they really did let the crazies come out and play after dark...
"Brendan!" Spike couldn't deny it, he was scared, but after searching through his room (why did they have flashlights? He always wondered this but it suddenly made some horrible sense), he set out to M31. If he didn't hurry, something might happen to Brendan!
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Stephen weakly clutched at his flashlight as he cautiously stepped out of the room, taking a moment to study his surroundings. He was nearly tempted to walk right back in, but he'd already stolen enough of Nigredo's time. The last thing he'd ever want was to rely on someone when he hardly deserved it.
Still, all of this seemed so surreal, but he'd already gotten this far. As much as he didn't want to...
Chewing at his bottom lip, the teen slowly made his way down the hallway, pushing open the set of doors that led to the next area.
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Tenzen collected his portable light and his axe before slipping outside into the hallway, keeping a close eye upon his surroundings.
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Eee-ow. Alright, he guessed he could still feel. But was it really . . . ? Disbelievingly, he ground his teeth, looking at his roommate and trying to imagine him trussed on a silver platter and with an apple in his mouth. The thought was just met with a snide internal monologue asking if Phoenix wasn't worried that biting Sho would result in the former having to be treated for rabies.
It was the first night, probably, that Phoenix was the first inhabitant of M92 to grab his equipment and sprint out the door, laughing like a maniac.
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So far he'd gotten himself some basic armaments, tools and fuels. Now he just needed the last variable to this equation to start his chain reaction, a little chemical reaction known as "rapid oxidation".
If any of the doctors were smokers, he might be able to locate a lighter in their offices; alternately, either of the kitchens probably had lighters. Never hurt to check both, as long as he managed t well.
Pulling on his jacket and shirt-bandanna and stashing away the megaphone and paper-cutter arm, Sho set out into the night, shovel in hand.
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Sync (or his better half) left the room, and Nigredo took to opening his closet to retrieve the essentials. To his utmost surprise, a familiar set of clothing met his eyes, the child recognizing the combination of blue and white folded flawlessly at his feet. He inhaled sharply and touched a hem, fingers running along the patterns. The Institute's uniform. Here? It hurt to consider the reasons why.
Nigredo, therefore, opted out. Mostly. He grabbed at the included boots (a benefit, not a liability; they were much sturdier than sneakers, at least) and the waistband holster, strapping the latter across his hips. The pistol belonging to one brother went at its back while the other's sword stay in the boy's hands. He hesitated slightly before taking the overcoat. It would be useful to have, though he hadn't a clue why. It wasn't as though Nigredo would go to that...place.
He bit at his lower lip, only to start moving out the door and down the hallway. The child had a semblance of a plan in motion, but its fulfillment was based upon whim as opposed to precision. And as was appropriate, he brushed against the one brother who seemed to like one more than the other.
{...Albedo?}
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