Night 46: Main Hallway, 1-West

[quickdrawbkiddo.livejournal.com]

[from here]

Beatrix had walked this path to the Sun Room so many times, she could do it in complete darkness. Which was exactly what she was doing. Knowing the way, there was little need for light as it would only draw creatures and other unwanted attention. Silently counting her steps, at the right number, the assassin headed left and down the hallway.

[to here]

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[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/780542.html?thread=63941630#t63941630)]]

It was still quiet when she stepped out into the main hallway, the beam of her light shaking slightly. It'd been a long time since she'd made this journey all on her own. She could appreciate much more the comfort that came with making it with a friend.

The next hall wasn't far, so she tip-toed quickly, trying to stay aware of her surroundings as she turned down the next hall.

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

[[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=63943000#t63943000)]]

[number1smiley.livejournal.com]

[from here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/778599.html?thread=63944039#t63944039)

Teresa reached the base of the stairwell she'd indicated in her note to Giovanni and turned back to wait. Silver reflected in her eyes as the light from the flashlight's beam illuminated the immediate area around her. She did not know who this Giovanni was, but this particular spot was not one she'd noted as being a common meeting place.

The hybrid was one for brutal efficiency. This man had better arrive quickly. Teresa was not one for waiting.

[sixtyeighth.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/782206.html?thread=63989886#t63989886)]

Luckily for Teresa, Giovanni was even more punctual tonight than was expected of him. He made his way through the halls, finding the stairwell with relative ease - at least in comparison to the confusion he'd faced during his first night. As he approached, his flashlight caught a glint of something metal, and when he saw more clearly what it was, he couldn't help but let a smile pass over his face.

A sword taller than the both of them? Fascinating. It must have taken a great amount of strength to wield. If this was indeed his assigned partner, Giovanni couldn't wait to fight alongside her. Aah, or even against her, he mused. The thought was appealing, but he couldn't let himself get carried away when there was clearly business to attend to.

He stepped closer to her, shrinking the gap between them to about three feet, and turned his flashlight off, for the light given off by hers was more than enough. Keeping his face neutral and his body language friendly, he opened his mouth to speak.

"'Envision the stairwell we use to reach the second floor' - wasn't that what was written on the bulletin? I do hope I haven't failed the task already."

[see-my-back.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/780542.html?thread=63944958#t63944958)]]

No one in sight when she arrived. Good. Sakura smirked inwardly. She wouldn't be bested so easily! Not even for something as simple as the joy of being able to ask Raphael "what took you so long?" Sakura might not be the greatest fighter in her team, but when things got competitive, she didn't just roll over and let anyone take her spotlight. She could prove just how hard she'd worked to get where she was too! And when he got a load of her actual ninja clothing and saw how serious she was, maybe the brat would start treating her seriously too!

[donetakinorders.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/780555.html?thread=63958027#t63958027)]

After another stupid, boring hallway, Raph hit the main hall and slowed down, keeping to the shadows while he scanned the area. He was supposed to meet Pinky (he knew her name was Sakura now, but thought Pinky suited her better until he could think of something more annoying) near a staircase--

Aww hell. She'd beaten him there and probably wasn't going to let him live that down. (The fact that he'd been planning to do the exact same thing was irrelevant right now.) He was pretty certain she hadn't seen him just yet, but Raph only had a couple of seconds to work with until then if she was a good a ninja as she claimed. He'd have to think of something to save face fast. Fortunately growing up with The High And Mighty Leonardo had gotten him used to that.

He slipped out of the shadows and shot Pinky an annoyed look. "What, you gonna stand there all night? We got a job to do, so let's go already."

[tostepforward.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/780542.html?thread=63949310#t63949310)]

The previous hall might have been empty, but apparently this one was not. Ayumu had often noted people stopping to speak in this area, so that was hardly unexpected, but it still made her silent passage a bit more challenging. She carefully adjusted her hold on the bag she was carrying, making certain it stayed silent, while at the same time balanced the wrapped piece of cake in her other hand without squashing it, and concentrated on what she could see and hear in an effort to establish just where the others were in the hall.

Once she decided she had a clear path, Ayumu started to move on, careful and quiet in the darkness.

[notachick.livejournal.com]

[skipped a hall from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781393.html?thread=64124497#t64124497)]

Okita turned the corner from the southern hall and stopped. As he suspected, there were a lot more people here, moving about, standing and waiting to meet others. He couldn't let them see him as he continued on toward the female block, not decked out as he was in his Shinsengumi attire, or it might attract attention to--

He smelled cake. The same cake he'd eaten so enthusiastically but 20 minutes prior. The smell of it was unforgettable, especially since it was strong - meaning the cake was whole. Who in their right mind would carry something that delicious around and not eat it?

Standing up a bit straighter, Okita scanned the hallway, stepping out a bit further into it, as he tried to catch a glimpse of whoever was simply carting their dessert around. If they didn't want it, maybe he could sidle up next to them during a meal and bum it off them.

[rides-on-top.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=63963992#t63963992).]

Unfortunately this hallway did have humans in it, and in response he felt the inside of his throat erupt in flames. He continued to keep to the wall in order to avoid them.

Emmett remembered that this was the way he and Morgan had went right before they found Edward and Bella. He couldn't smell he brother in the near vicinity this time, so he kept moving.

[rides-on-top.livejournal.com]

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/780542.html?thread=63967742#t63967742).]

[toxicspiderman]

[from here]

A few people were already hanging around the main hall when S.T. got there. A statuesque blonde with a sword that had to be taller than she was. Using a flashlight as a personal spotlight. S.T. avoided eye contact. Same for the guy and a girl trying to out-asshole each other. Possibly flirting.

Whatever. Plenty of room to dodge by and head for the near stairs.

[to here]

[lawful_perfect]

[From here]

As von Karma reached the intersection, he looked in both directions to gauge his safety. Hmph. More people. Three young women and a ruffian. They all seemed to be minding their own business, but he still could ill afford to take any unnecessary risks around them. Some of them were standing near the staircases, as though they were planning to go upstairs and were waiting for others to join them. If any of them were heading for the Patient Possessions Storage, as well, then he and Ms. Taura had better hurry, lest any prospective saboteurs arrive first.

Increasing his pace, he turned the corner and headed west towards the hallway leading to the female patient block.

[To here]

[lawful_perfect]

[From here]

After a short distance, von Karma rounded the corner, turning right. More people were now standing around in this hallway, but still no one he recognized on sight.

He waited for Ms. Taura to arrive before sweeping his right arm towards the stairs at the west end of the hall, the beam from his flashlight casting upon the dark steps. "This is the quickest route to our destination, Ms. Taura. You will head up first to scout for any hazards lurking in that stairwell. Understood?"

Appointing Taura as a scout was not the only reason he ordered her to precede him, though he would never admit to her how fatigued he had already become.

[notthistrain.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=63978072#t63978072)]

The main hall was, as it had been the night before, already becoming more crowded with patients than the other ones. It was a good meeting location, admittedly, and if he hadn't already had a set place to meet his friends he surely would have considered it.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/778599.html?thread=63938407#t63938407)]

[moral-liberty.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=63982936#t63982936).]

He had walked these halls with many Lilim that he had never seen again. This place was transient, and it was enough to make Kaworu feel like a ghost. Otacon, Sean, Shinji, all the same with that same smile that made him feel warm, coming in and out of his life. He saw people moving through the dark hall, but he knew none of them. They would fall away from him as easily as anything else, but he didn't, couldn't expect more. He was dead.

It was not surprising that his life lacked structure. He wasn't even supposed to have it at all. It was only an imitation.

[composers-proxy.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=63984216#t63984216)]]

Alright, he'd made it to the meeting point, but while there were several other patients, he didn't see Josh just yet. He was new to this game, but at least it wasn't as crowded as the streets of Shibuya. Sometimes just finding someone in all that mess could be a real challenge. Luckily, it wasn't like a lot of people fit Joshua's description.

"Hey," he called as he approached, raising a hand out of habit and adjusting his headphones with the other. Maybe he hadn't given Josh enough credit after all. Maybe he really was serious about this.

[bitpartgod.livejournal.com]

People. He could see people. That was definitely a good thing- monsters were less likely to jump out and attack lots of people, right? At least it meant there was more noise around, there was nothing worse than silence for stimulating an overactive imagination. Just a little way back and Kibitoshin could have sworn he'd heard spider's footsteps.

H-hah... that was crazy. What was he thinking? Spider's footsteps? That would have to be one big spider for him to have heard it at all. And that was just plain silly, of course. Spiders didn't get that big no matter what planet you were on. Hopefully.

...

... what Badou had said about the cats... that didn't apply to the spiders, right? Just because he'd maybe accidentally squashed one or washed one down a plughole, that didn't mean they'd be out for his blood as killer mutants, right? Right?

He fell back against the wall, swallowing hard. Every moment he spent here was a moment off his life expectancy- he was going to have a heart attack from sheer nervous energy if he didn't get out soon. Please don't let me be alone out here...!

[iwhipthefool.livejournal.com]

[skipped one hall from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/783369.html?thread=64128521#t64128521)]

The fools were mingling about like this was some sort of holiday. Didn't they have places to go? Franziska certainly did and she wasn't about to stop to help any of them if they went and attracted a group of beasts because they were too foolish to move along. She blamed her distaste for the rest of the Institute on her mood, of course. Or rather, on the foul aftertaste of being unconcious for a day still sitting like a lump of coal in her stomach. An entire day wasted without a single explanation as to why.

Her left fist tightened around the dog leach, her fingers causing the leather to creak under the pressure. If she found out who had done that to her, a simple whipping would be considered mercy. Her ire was such that it probably exuded from her like a black electrical storm cloud, ready to fry anyone that got too close to her. Which was unfortunate for a certain someone because Franziska was headed right in their direction. What with her torch light being as weak as it was, she hadn't been able to make out his features until she was practically on top of him, but once she drew close enough, she clicked her tongue in disapproval.

"Cowering, are we?"

[lookitmemama.livejournal.com]

Same as last night, this place was uncommonly crowded than other halls. Not that she was the Queen of the Corridors here, having seen about four in total, but obviously there was something about this place. Or maybe it was just close enough and wide enough to accommodate people trying to meet up. But shouldn't they be doing more than just standing here? Shouldn't they be running around looking for away out or banding together to take down nurses and hold doctors for ransom so they can steal their keys or something?

Let's be proactive here, people!

Ugh, whatever. People were just stupid. She passed everyone with a scowl, seeking a section of hallway not so clogged with crazies hobbling about. She turned her flashlight off since a few others' brought enough illumination down to her. So, now which way? She hadn't gone further than this before...

[fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com]

[From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/778923.html?thread=63998379#t64404139) SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! ;A;]

Oh yeah, he was totally awesome.

After leaving the room, Kurt had immediately stuck himself to the ceiling and was crawling along it. Not just because he felt boss in his usual uniform, but not many people tended to look up there. Traveling in comfort and style. Couldn't get much better than that.

So maybe he was a little depressed that no one had bothered to think of what he was planning to do and thus was kind of left out of nightly proceedings, but whatever. He needed time to think about a lot of things: Terry's buttons, Logan and Matt being gone, where Kitty was... important things like that. Plus, he needed to find and explore safe places he could teleport to--places that weren't his room.

He paused on the ceiling of one of the main hallways, looking around briefly and flicking his tail. Which way, now? Was he going to check on Kitty, or explore first? Well, if he didn't get into trouble, he could just teleport back down, so whichever one he picked it really wasn't all that out-of-the-way...

[bprd-fishman.livejournal.com]

[]From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html#comments)]

Abe waited for Minato at the corner, hunched against the wall and feeling himself very vulnerable. Perhaps he could bargain for a weapon or directions to one, a sharp stick would be nicer here. In his own body he might not feel so scared--in his own body he'd be warned before the danger even arrived.

[foolishmessiah.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/780542.html?thread=64119294#t64119294)]

Minato entered the hallway, slowing to a stop as he took in the wide hallway. After his "counseling" session last night, he was wary of other patients in larger rooms. If he could be turned against other patients, anyone could potentially become a victim. And an enemy.

But that wasn't what he should be focusing on right now. Taking a deep breath, he directed his flashlight along the walls, looking for the tall man that was Abe.

[sheisthecause.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/780542.html?thread=64012798#t64012798)]

This side of the main hall was the end of the line for her as far as not needing maps went. Meche had never met this Sora, but she hoped she (or he?) had a little more experience with the basement than she did--all she'd ever heard about it were a few rumors about it being dangerous, which was the truth for just about any room in the building. And as far as she knew, Soma had never been down there either.

At least wearing her own clothes (http://www.tentakelvilla.de/grim/meche.gif) again made her feel slightly more confident. Meche found a spot by the wall and discreetly adjusted one stocking while she waited, keeping her eyes peeled for anyone with "spiky" brown hair.

[for Yuna first, then eventually for Soma and Sora]

[forcalmeternal.livejournal.com]

Yuna was glancing behind her again as she ran, aiming the light behind her, and when she bumped into someone, she nearly shrieked at the thought it might be another fiend.

She flailed as she started to fall, but managed not to drop the light and her other hand caught something—an...arm? and as she straightened, she aimed the light up, and seeing that it was a someone and not a something, tugged on that arm she'd caught, gasping out, "Fiend!"

[rocksthecourt]

[from here]

...Right. He needed to focus. Now wasn't the time to worry about such things. He should be searching out any and all information he can find on this place. There had to be a records room somewhere in this building. These people had to have left evidence of their activities and true motives somewhere. How much they knew and what they did, not to mention how they've managed to do any of it. It was all out there somewhere. He had only to find where.

[falseblack]

[From here.]

Nigredo took a step into the main hallway--his eyes fixed on the stairwell ahead--when a wayward figure rose from the child's peripheral. He stopped upon recognition, the sword instantly going to the space behind his back.

Klavier. Or was it David? Either held a meaning Nigredo wished would stay untouched. He considered sprinting for the stairs to evade an encounter, yet he didn't want to leave the man alone. And he was alone, much like Nigredo, but in contrast to the bioweapon, Klavier was defenseless. Where was his brother, the man he so cared for?

His voice came out strangely but managed to get the message across: "What are you doing out by yourself?"

[chainsaw-royal.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/780542.html?thread=64018430#t64018430)]

The main hall. In the distance Hime spotted Teresa, though talking with a man she didn't recognize. It seemed the warrior had plans this night. The Royal vaguely recalled some note indicating as much on the bulletin. Well, no matter. There were others in the institute she could work with, if they came this way as they usually did.

Taking a stand by the wall opposite the two doors leading to the patient rooms, Hime leaned back and clicked off her flashlight, waiting for now to see what prey might come.

[alwayscomesback.livejournal.com]

And he was there, the big hallway again. Sokka wondered if maybe there was something about this hallway that connected him with his luck, but he didn't really have a way of testing that except by coming to it every night. He did that anyway so... yeah, he was testing it!

Sokka grabbed his journal and, flashlight in his teeth once again, started writing down a little grid thingy so that he could document what happened each night he came here. Maybe he could prove there was something to this hallway!

[lighthearted]

[From here.]

And here he was, prompt as always. Sora wasn't sure when he'd become so responsible, especially when he'd once spent so much of his time just lazing around on the islands, but he couldn't deny that it felt good to have an important job to do.

The fact that he was meeting up with strangers tonight meant that he had to work a little harder, though, and so the boy did his best to subtly look over the other patients who were gathered in the hall to see if any of them matched the descriptions that he'd gotten over the bulletin board.

There was one lady who had silver hair who was nearby, but she was already talking to a blond man, so that didn't fit. He didn't really see anyone else around who fit the proper descriptions, so in the end he had to assume that he was early. He did see Neku, though, and attempted to wave at the other boy before he settled against the wall and kept an eye out for the people he was supposed to be working with.

[madeinthehrl]

[from here]

Soma scanned the hallway as she turned, shifting her spear slightly. There was Meche, waiting a little way down, and a boy who seemed to fit the description Sora had given. They didn't appear to be speaking to one another, though; perhaps he wasn't Sora after all.

Deciding there was nothing for it but to ask, she approached.

"Are you Sora?" He looked younger than she was, but he was still taller. It was just as well she was used to it. "I'm Soma Peries."

[girlsandgadgets]

[From here.]

Edgar paused as he reached the main hall. If he recalled correctly, he'd be taking the stairs to the right, then traversing that long hallway at the top until nearly the end, then taking the hallway on the left. It'd be a long walk back with the tank to get it to his room, but worth it if he could manage to hide it in his wardrobe.

After he had the tank, the rest of the pieces he needed would be smaller and surely easier to find. He cursed needing such a specialized part, but he'd be thankful later, should he run into any of the beasts and demons Celes had mentioned (or not mentioned, in some cases, but the machinist figured any creature for which the general could not manage a verbal description must be nightmarish).

The hallway had a surprising number of people loitering in it, so he stood to the side for a moment, watching them go left and right. He briefly wondered what Celes was doing, and decided to wait a few minutes to see if she appeared.

[Harley Quinn]

[jokers-wildcard.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/780542.html?thread=64081150#t64081150)]

She cut around the corner, hoping to jog past anyone else in the hall so she could hurry up the stairs. Hopefully someone wouldn't try to race her or something... okay, actually, that could have been kind of fun. Long as they kept their mitts off her stuff once she beat them.

Of course, in trying to avoid people she ended up slamming hard into some tall guy who'd been standing off to the side like he'd been planted there just to play obstacle. It happened so fast, she didn't have time to react at all and just slammed full force into the guy, face slamming right into his shoulder. A hand immediately went up to her nose. "Owwwww!"

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/780555.html?thread=64035339#t64035339)]

The main hallway was, from what he could tell from the glow of other flashlights, not a busy as he'd expected but still busy enough to make him feel comfortable waiting here for someone he didn't know. Brainiac 5 smiled to himself slightly, thinking that Peter probably wouldn't have agreed with that observation if he'd known of this plan, but what other option did he have really? His worse enemy here so far already knew his name, face, and room number. It was hard to see how agreeing to meet someone in a busy location could be any worse.

While there were a few people waiting around, scanning what could be seen of new arrivals to the area, no one approached him, so it looked as though his contact hadn't arrived yet. Brainiac 5 picked a place where he could be seen relatively easily, but could still keep an eye on the area just in case, and leaned against the wall to wait.

[diamondstorm]

[from here]

The hallways had become overly familiar in the weeks here; she moved smoothly towards them, and into the main hall, pausing in the shadows to glance around. Renamon had his appearance, yes, a set of markings as unique as her own, but still she had little more to go on. Some here were familiar, some more were in groups and hurrying to a place unknown. Few had paused, and less were by themselves. Her gaze, then, fell on a short boy.

A child, yet again. Was this the pattern of the day? He wasn't as young as Nataku or Nigredo, more Orihime's age perhaps, but the fact remained. He was a child. And as a Digimon, she responded. More; as a Digital creature, she remembered the words he had spoke on the board.

She stepped forward, approaching him slowly, left hand held out from her side so he could see the clawed knuckle resting on her hand. She had no need to hide it away. "Brainiac 5," she questioned quietly, even as it was answered by the three circles that became clearer as she approached. "I am Renamon."

She halted a few feet from him, bowing her head slightly. "We've spoke on the board slightly. I was interested in meeting with you." The Digimon tilted her head. "And I was the one who was interested in help to fix a computer."

[prodigalson]

[From here.]

Emmett's scent followed out through these hallways. Where was his brother going? At least he knew the other vampire would have some sort of direction since Bella must have shown him the map. The hall was surprisingly crowded; he had been a bad idea to come here. When the wave of human scents hit him, all still here and fearful and anxious, he had to stop and bury his nose in his hands.

This wasn't going to be an easy night. Venom's blood had boiled away; he was running on empty and starving. Literally. His throat was scorching, he could hear the heartbeats - not individually, but a cacophony of independent rhythms.

Maybe he should stay inside. Give these items to Venom, find Bella, and stay in his room. Edward was unsure if he could even afford to hunt, even if he could make it outside. If he dropped even a fraction of the human facade... well, all of it would fade away. And the nearest human would be the nearest victim.

He couldn't let that happen again.

So he sat against the wall next to the door into the patient blocks, covering his face with his hands and hoping his own smell would drive some of the others away. It didn't.

[poolcuemurder.livejournal.com]

[Did someone order an assassin? (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=64043096#t64043096)]

If he hadn't spent the last five minutes with his eyes cast to the tiles, Venom might have missed the vampire curled against the wall as he entered the hallway. ...Was something the matter with him? His mind immediately went for "he looks pale" before he realized that was another stupid thought and it was pushed away into the Officer Obvious bin.

Still, there was something off about Edward; his aura read as dangerous. It might be better to avoid the man in case he attacked.

It was almost as if to regain his pride in the face of that earlier cowardice that he slowly stepped forward, cautiously and warily nearing the creature. His grip held tight to his makeshift cue as he looked down at him, trying to brush off the notion that nearing too close would cause the boy to shift into a berserker rage and he would attack violently, mirroring the events of nights before.

He wanted to reach up and touch the scars lining the side of his throat as they began to itch at the memory, but he didn't.

"Edward. Are you okay?" It was more clinical than concerned, testing the waters in a sense.

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

There. The stairs. By this point he could hear his heart pounding, feel the heat of his blood rising to his neck and face. Should he really have been moving so quickly? He wasn't even checking for monsters. But when every nanoklik counted monsters stopped mattering, and maybe if he moved quickly he'd catch them before-

Depth Charge cut that thought off at the base. Swallow the potentialities and deal with the reality, that's what he'd told himself during his time as a hunter (but that had never really helped, had it, he'd always been too late anyway...). That meant moving. Breakneck pace. Keep going. There was still time.

[otnemememento.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781393.html?thread=64049745#t64049745).]

The main hallway opened before Leonard as he took a quick turn to the right, then another right at the first hallway. He had a meeting to catch, and wasn't sure how late he was already.

[otnemememento.livejournal.com]

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/780555.html?thread=64050699#t64050699).]

[vstheworld]

[From here]

And walking. And walking. And—

Suddenly, Scott stopped.

Where was he supposed to be going again?

He blinked. Had he even made any plans with Indy earlier? They had talked, yeah, but it was mostly about Indy's Tolkien-type friend.

Scott turned. Scott stepped toward the wall. Scott looked at the wall and determined a pretty good looking spot. Scott banged his forehead against that spot solidly.

Somewhere, Napoleon Dynamite was uttering, "IDIOT."

[tiny-chef.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=64074328#t64074328).]

As Remy emerged into the main hallway, and before he had the chance to turn left, he saw someone pause, turn to the wall, and bang his head against it.

It was a guy who had been walking a distance ahead of him in the hall... maybe around Linguini's age, and taller than Remy was now. He wasn't wearing the same clothes that most of the rest of the patients had.

If he kept it up, hitting his head on the wall, he was going to hurt himself, so Remy reluctantly ignored the impulse to go about his business: everyone had told him that he needed friends. In a tentative voice, he said, "Um... hi. You miiiiiight not want to... do that."

[constellates.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/780542.html?thread=63994622#t63994622)]

Okay, continuing on! No time like the present to run like hell through the hallways! It was great, not being winded.. Even though she'd only been here a short time, she was still pretty crazy about this body. It never really seemed to get tired, just hurt.

Alkaid didn't notice anyone at the 'spot' - not like she was sentimental or anything, because that was stupid and unnecessary and - and totally not her. She wasn't sentimental at all! Not at all, understand!!

Ugh, she didn't know who she was trying to prove herself to. She had so much pride, even in her own thoughts. And no one was judging her... No one could get into her head. And this place was no exception. She had to keep telling herself that.

She ran on!

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=64113752#t64113752)]

[promisedawhale.livejournal.com]

The air had to be it. Why else would Brook go wandering into that field so often? There were times that it was better to hop the wall instead of navigating the building... oh! And then there was the matter of that tree! So maybe there were other reasons why he went that way after all!

Still, he'd probably think better about it next time. These hallways were, surprisingly, safe at the beginning of the night.

[promisedawhale.livejournal.com]

[kindalikedit]

[Winchesters ramblin' on from here]

Dean took point, all too aware of Sam's eyes on his back. He'd thought things were kinda weird and off between them before, but man, that wasn't holding a candle to how it was now. Even just talking about the job, things felt friggen tense and Sam was definitely getting curt with him. Dean was amazed he hadn't took a swing at him just outta principle. Now that he thought about it, the whole deer-in-the-headlights look Sam hit him with when they found each other again suddenly made a lot of sense. Dean didn't know what to do on that front. Right after Cold Oak, driving back from the deal, the radio silent, Dean had thought he'd fixed everything. But Sam popping up alive again had brought on a whole new load of problems and Dean wasn't sure how he could fix those. A year wasn't enough time.

He'd seen just 'bout every variation of Sam Is Pissed, but this right now?

At this point, Dean would've almost preferred Sam doing that whole bleeding hearts thing instead of just going cold on him. Dean adjusted his grip on the flashlight as they hit the corner where it branched out into the main hall, automatically slowing his pace to listen for anything. Some voices, sounds of people who beat them outta the doors. A few shadows of other patients waiting, and that right there just seemed like a bad idea to be chilling out like that when spirits were haunting the joint.

[boyking]

Sam was about to turn for the stairs, but a distant shout made him stop. He flipped his flashlight in the other direction, peering into the darkness. Whatever tension was between him and Dean bled away, or at least retreated for the time being, and Sam felt weirdly grateful.

He took a cautious step forward. One hand lingered along the grip of his gun. He glanced over at Dean, exchanging a look with his brother. You hear that?

That was definitely something. Seemed like it was coming from the hallway just a bit up ahead. They weren't in the best position to be taking down anything—a bullet could only get you so far—and hell, both he and Dean were still in crap shape from the past week and a half, but there was no way they could leave it if someone might be hurt. He knew without asking that Dean's thoughts weren't straying far from those lines, either.

[rescuing Sylar here]