Night 46: West Wing, North Hallway 1-A

[whos-da-man.livejournal.com]

[from here]

It looked like Junpei was the first to arrive as there was no sign of a hot pink-haired flesh-eating babe. Leaning against the wall by the door that lead outside, he sighed and tilted his head back. What was he doing? Why were his senpai gone when he so very much needed them to tell him what he should really be doing?

This place sucked. Tartarus was easier to handle than this. It made sense in a twisted way that didn't have him eating vampire flesh or hunting with a bunch of Embryon. He really missed home - even that pathetic drunk.

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[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

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

Finally, the second door. If the maps were right, this was where Toshiro's room was, or at least where he'd asked her to drop off the supplies. Bridget's would probably have to wait until tomorrow, but hopefully this was enough for them to make due. She saw one other person in the hall, but he seemed to be just leaning against a wall waiting for someone. She hoped he was careful. This place could be terribly dangerous, even so close to their rooms.

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

[[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/782634.html?thread=63983402#t63983402)]]

[lawful_perfect]

[From here]

As von Karma marched south through the length of this hall, he looked around him to ensure that there were no hidden dangers lurking about. There were still only the young man leaning against the wall and the young woman standing nearby. He made the pretense of ignoring them both as he slipped past.

Maintaining a brisk pace, he walked through the large, open doorway then continued to the intersection at the south end of this hall. Though no one else seemed to be present, he still kept an eye out for potential threats.

[Skipping a room to here]

[bitpartgod.livejournal.com]

The hallways were always so quiet at this time of night. If it weren't for the fact that he could see someone waiting here already he could have sworn the place was standing empty. A ghost hospital. Only it was already one of those anyway.

Kibitoshin shivered. Just so long as he kept moving he could focus on the gentle pounding of his footsteps, and the more he thought about that, the less room there would be in his head for other, less innocent ideas. By the galaxy, he hated this place.

[bitpartgod.livejournal.com]

[nobleman]

[From here.]

So he had beaten Claude.

Guy took a careful glance around the area just to make sure, but it was pretty obvious that there was no one around but him. He could hear faint noises from further down, but he knew his friend wouldn't have strayed too far from the door he'd just come out of.

Knowing that there was no point in getting restless, Guy set the meat cleaver down on the floor so that he didn't have to stand around holding all three items so awkwardly, and then waited patiently for Claude to show up. He knew he shouldn't worry so much about what Luke might be getting himself into, but some habits died hard.

[full-score.livejournal.com]

((From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/783926.html?thread=64113206#t64113206)))

He was probably a few minutes late since he had to take some extra time to put on his uniform earlier. Part of him was hoping he'd made it here first after all, but he paused once he caught sight of his friend waiting for him. "Hey, there," he said as he approached him with a small smile. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

Not only would it have been rude, but it was dangerous to stick around in one place for too long. One of the reasons he'd wanted to accompany Guy to Luke's room was because he hadn't wanted him to get into trouble while he was either aching from his wounds or dealing with a slow reaction time from medicine. It'd do no good to act as more of a hindrance than a help to his friend after getting him to agree to having him along.

He glanced toward the meat cleaver on the floor, noting that Guy hadn't had any problems finding it. It was kind of funny to think that the daytime staff never seemed to find all that stuff, but maybe it was arranged that way on purpose.

[dualistic]

[From here.]

As expected, Harvey didn't get what he wanted. Jason was nowhere to be found. There was just some blond man standing nearby and looking as if he was waiting for someone. At least he wasn't the only one, but that was a pretty meager consolation prize.

The man was going to be beyond irritated if it turned out Jason had gotten into another pointless fight with his roommate. He tightened his grip on his pipe and looked around the area, just wondering when a monster might come along and decide he had been loitering for too long. He didn't get as nervous when he stayed on the move, but waiting around like this grated at him.

Maybe he'd waste some time in his room before heading out next time. That might ensure that Jason beat him here. It was a petty thought, but still worth some consideration. On the other hand, why would he want to spend any more time with Lunge than necessary?

It looked like he was caught between a rock and a hard place. What else was new?

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=64078168#t64078168)]

This hallway--the last before he'd hit open air--contained a handful of others, mostly people Indy didn't know. The only one he recognized was Dent. He was looking around warily and clutching a pipe, which in Indy's view were both pretty damn sensible things to be doing. Indy approached with the light and spoke as soon as he got within range, just to make sure nobody jumped the gun and decided to introduce the pipe to his skull.

"Evening. Waiting for someone?" he asked, just in passing. He'd stopped moving, but he only planned on sticking around long enough to exchange a few pleasantries--if that was the word for a conversation with Dent. Indy hadn't forgotten his earlier thoughts as to whether Dent would be a useful guy to have around out there, but he doubted the guy would jump at the prospect of poking around at some abandoned buildings. He didn't seem like the type.

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

Peter's running spree ended when he got into the next part of the hallway and saw two other patients hanging around. He usually wasn't one to let the pride get the best of him like that, but the door into Nathan's room block was pretty close by anyhow. It wasn't too necessary to run.

He almost hoped that he'd see his brother walk out of the door right as he went up to it, but nothing like that actually happened. Strangely enough, he was getting more and more nervous the closer he got to Nathan's room. What if he walked in and there was no one there?

Being told by a nurse that his brother had been discharged was one thing, but seeing a vacant room was something else entirely. Peter took a deep breath and headed into the block. No matter how anxious he was, he still had to find out once and for all.

[demon-beast.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=64042072#t64042072)]


Ah, there he was! She spotted him as soon as she entered this section of the corridor, leaning near the door looking somewhat dejected. She approached him quickly, being as direct as she could be so as not to startle him. There was no point in secrecy wen she was approaching someone she was hunting with. That was reserved for enemies and food. "Junpei," she said quietly as she reached him, a small smile on her lips. "Are you ready to hunt?"

[whos-da-man.livejournal.com]

Junpei started a little when Argilla said his name. Sure, she hadn't been all stealthy-like, but he had been sort of lost in thoughts and people moving about were kinda common.

"Hey, Argilla-kun," he greeted back, his voice not nearly as quiet as hers. At the question he shuffled his feet a little.

"...I guess so. I'm not really sure how we do this hunting thing."

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

Right from under my motion sensors... it was a wonder the hall wasn't shaking from the weight of his footsteps. Strangely enough, though, Depth Charge felt curiously light, as though his entire body were being propelled forward by the sheer force of his frustration and anger. And guilt, too. The guilt was unbearable.

The worst part was, none of this was new. None of it. Different body, different setting, same feelings. Only it wasn't X he was chasing, it was some faceless sadist with a fetish for mind-melting.

Hah. Put like that, he suddenly felt like he'd never left Colony Omicron.

[otnemememento.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/782206.html?thread=64049022#t64049022).]

Leonard kept the photograph of Joshua and the note in hand as he scanned his map, trying to figure out the best method to reach M94. He could either take a route that involved going outside, or go through a myriad of hallways. Power outage or not, the outside is going to be locked. Scenic route it is.

[otnemememento.livejournal.com]

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/779336.html?thread=64050248#t64050248).]

[alwayscomesback.livejournal.com]

Dinner had been awesome, especially the brown stuff that was probably supposed to be dessert, but now that it was night Sokka couldn’t think entirely about food. He hadn’t been told to do anything on the board, but even without having a set kind of plan, that wouldn’t keep him in. Shika would probably get mad after what all he’d said the night before, but Sokka couldn’t spend another night just staying in his room. There was nothing he could do by sitting around, doodling in his journal.

Speaking of that, it had been a while since he’d opened the little book. He hadn’t thought about it while waiting the night before, so he hadn’t put anything down, but maybe he could get some ideas going before he headed out. Couldn’t hurt. Then again that would waste time... maybe he could take it with him and get some things down if he absolutely had to. Yeah, that worked.

Grabbing the book, Sokka dug under his pillow for the light and headed out, naturally turning towards the usual place. He'd been lucky so far in meeting others there so it couldn't hurt to get there again.

[alwayscomesback.livejournal.com]

[tightsofmight]

[From here to here.]

[itstaichoutoyou.livejournal.com]

Hitsugaya's trek back to his old room was swift, since he knew the way well. Nonetheless, he remained cautious as he moved; the nightshift was never safe.

[itstaichoutoyou.livejournal.com]

[wantsyourzex.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/783926.html?thread=64087862#t64087862)]

These hallways made him nervous in the dark, and the things capering around him didn't help. They were getting closer, just shifts of movement in the darkness that he could never quite catch in his direct line of sight. Something flashed by his right, and he could have sworn that he felt one of them brush his bare shoulder...

No, it was nothing. The dark played tricks on him, especially now that he only had one eye. Just keep moving.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=64088664#t64088664)]

[zack-fair.livejournal.com]

Hey, there were a few people! One who was a girl Zack wouldn't have minded getting to know (the pink hair was a cute plus), but that was besides the point. Seeing how she and the guy she was with (he looked more like a teenager, really) were already chatting, it looked like he'd probably just be butting in.

Not that Zack usually let that stop him, but he had to keep his mind on his work. The next step was figuring out where he should go from here. He knew that taking a right would eventually lead him back to the Sun Room and cafeteria, but whatever lied to the left was a mystery. While part of him wanted to be adventurous and check out where the unknown led, he knew that it was always a better idea to explore the places he already knew about. There were a lot of rooms that had branched off from the Sun Room, for instance. Hopefully not all of them were as underwhelming as the Music Room.

And if they were? He'd just look somewhere else. There had to be someplace that would give him a better idea of what he was dealing with.

Nodding to himself, Zack turned right and walked through the door that would lead him into the next part of the hallway. At least it wasn't a long trip.

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/783926.html?thread=64103222#t64103222)]

Lockdown had been down this hallway enough to not need a map. The hallway to the Sun Room was right there with the hallway with the stairs that led upstairs.

[stillandstrike.livejournal.com]

"Monsters don't concern me."

Prowl stopped, trying to dig his heels in and get Lockdown to stop with him. How was he supposed to explain that nothing much mattered right now.

"Shouldn't you be concerning yourself with escape or something useful? I don't doubt the existence of monster, Lockdown. And I am capable of handling myself as you well know."

[constellates.livejournal.com]

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

As Alkaid rounded up to the door, her silly little smile coalesced into something a little more testy. She didn't want the eyepatch to see her happy, of all things. Because, uh... she wasn't! She was ready to face the night. And kick some ass. Or something.

All sorts of people were hanging out in the hall, from a blond against one of the walls to two salaryman-looking guys, and even a girl. Rare animal 'round these parts. She lolled inwardly.

In the door! Almost there!

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/783926.html?thread=64114742#t64114742)]

[notachick.livejournal.com]

[skipped a hall from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781935.html?thread=64124271#t64124271)]

Junpei was here in this hall, with some pink-haired woman. Okita managed to catch a few snippets of their conversation, but otherwise left them alone. His student would be tested later again, when Okita had leave from group activities, and until then he had to trust the boy's inherent skill would carry him through. And that he was practicing his swings. If he found out the boy had been shirking on those, then their next training session wouldn't be so kind as the first.

But now wasn't the time to be playing teacher. He had to get down to the main hall and then slide over to the female block undetected.

[skipping a hall to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/779336.html?thread=63949640#t63949640)]

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/783926.html?thread=64144438#t64144438)]

Awww man, there were people in this hallway. Wally knew his luck wasn't going to hold out the whole way!

...maybe they wouldn't notice him...

...in his bright red and yellow outfit...

...as he tried to sneak past them...

Yeah, that wasn't going to work. Maybe if he'd taken a few seconds to think about it first, he might have realised before now that it would have been better to take his costume and get changed closer to his destination, rather than risking everyone and their mutant zombie dog seeing him. Hindsight really was 20/20, he supposed.

[skipping to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/784253.html?thread=64195965#t64195965)]

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781935.html?thread=64006767#t64006767)]]

The halls were getting crowded, but people were still about, so that meant it wasn't too late in the night just yet. Hopefully Alita-hime wouldn't fret over them. It was just around the corner after all. She waved for the others to follow and continued on.

[gomenkudasai.livejournal.com]

Ritsu continued to trail close behind Kagura-san, though not too close, as he didn't want to bother her or her friend as they walked. He would drift away gradually, distracted by his surroundings, then panic and scurry closer if he felt he was getting too far away, and repeat at an almost predictable rhythm.

[4lulzngiggles.livejournal.com]

((From here.)) (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/782520.html?thread=64095672)

Once again, Joshua found himself wandering down the hallways of the Institute. This time he had someone in tow, sure, but it was still the same. What worried him was that there was always the possibility of being attacked, but so far, he hadn't managed anything like that. It was almost a shame, he wanted to see how he fared against them... but on the other hand, the more he could hold back, the more he could release later. So far, he was an unknown quantity, and that was always a good thing.

Speaking of unknown quantities... as he walked along, he turned to Leonard and asked, "Do you have any notes about monsters you might have faced, by the way?"

[otnemememento.livejournal.com]

"Monsters?" Leonard ask, his disbelieving smile hidden in the dark. He pulled his journal from his pocket, tucking his flashlight under his arm so he could see the pages as he walked. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, but I'm pretty sure... "

He paused in both speech and step as he turned to a page stuck in front of the others, placed there purposely so he'd see it before all others. With the page was a strange photograph- the figure it in looked like something straight out of a Romero film, except with a really, really good makeup job. He held the picture under the light, examining it closer. He turned it to the back:

I KNOW YOU THINK YOU'RE CRAZY, BUT YOU'RE NOT. TRUST YOURSELF. THEY'RE CONVINCED YOU'RE INSANE, AND THAT YOU BELONG HERE. YOU DO NOT.

"Monsters," he said quietly, internally debating whether he should trust the picture, trust his own handwriting, or trust his instincts. It's impossible. This is my writing- you learn to trust your own writing more than anything, but... He flipped the picture over again, examining the figure, scrutinizing it for any sign that it was just a man in a costume.

He tucked the photograph back into his journal, closing it as he tried to mask his confusion. "I guess not."

[beloved-less.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/786163.html?thread=64199923#t64199923).]

It was a pain to move about in the dark without a torch. Usually he switched it on and off, trying not to waste batteries, but to not have it at all made quite a difference. He kept to the wall and listened out for trouble.

[beloved-less.livejournal.com]

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=64200280#t64200280).]

[purgatio]

[from here]

His feet brushed chance, glanced faces and turned away. There was a song in this, too, he thought. Something entrancing and pulling. Something that moved his steps in a pattern he hadn't yet fully considered. There was analysis here, left over from the darkened room's leanings, but these were placed to the side. First. First, there was gathering.

[to here]

[purgatio]

[from here]

Again, this hall came into view; again, Albedo spared no energy to the ones in it. His brother, however, he glanced back at. Something moved inside of him despite himself--he loosened his grip, and shifted to clasp Nigredo's hand more comfortably.

[no-arcana.livejournal.com]

((From here.)) (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/782206.html?view=64262782#t64262782)

Hm... no Kanji here... Souji frowned as he cast his flashlight's beam around, not seeing any familiar faces. A pity, but maybe he was waiting in the other hallway? Souji nodded and took that course of action, deciding that a bit of wandering around to stretch his legs might not hurt.

[no-arcana.livejournal.com]

((To here.)) (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?view=64263768#t64263768)

[mukuchi.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/782206.html?thread=64216446#t64345982)]

And now to start the trek to the kitchen. Mori had seen maps before on the board and now he paused at the main hallway. He could hear a fight coming from down the hallway toward the main halls connecting to the Sun Room - and he smelled blood, causing him to grimace. Going that way would ensure they got stuck in a fight they didn't want to be in - one that they might not be able to help with. He could hear the sounds of several people as well, so it was likely that person was well taken care of. And from past experience, the Sun Room was dangerous to pass through anyway.

But there was another way to the kitchen. It involved climbing over a wall, sure, but climbing wasn't something he and Mitsukuni couldn't do. Waiting in the hall for a moment, he turned his head toward the recreational field and then looked back at Mitsukuni. "Up or down?"

[host-club-honey.livejournal.com]

Now that the hard decisions had been made, they could get started. Sort of. Takashi paused once they reached the larger hallway, sniffing out the best route. Since it was likely to be at least a little dangerous no matter which way they went, Takashi was leaving it to him to decide.

The last few times it seemed like the Sun Room was a really bad choice, so Honey had no qualms about giving the other route a try. He pointed the beam of his flashlight further up the hall.

"Mmm... this way!" he decided.

[[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/785023.html?thread=64381567#t64381567)]]

[deadlyjuliet.livejournal.com]

[skipping from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781935.html?thread=64330351#t64330351)]

He liked the sound his heels made in the mostly empty hallway. It reminded him of the sound they made across rooftops and through alleyways late at night. Of course, here there were no distant sounds of devil-may-care joviality ringing through the air, but the effect was the same. He moved like a cat through the night, not caring if people saw him or if they didn't. Humans weren't meant to see the death gods at work and they rarely did because death gods had that swank ability to be invisible. Here, that ability didn't work as well, but people were still blind to him. It was amusing how that happened, really.

He dressed in the most garish colors and yet people could look right through him. So wrapped up in their own worlds and their own problems, hardly anyone noticed Grell when he went by. Grell preferred that, though. It made his work easier.

Moving on down the hall, Grell continued onward toward the stairs.

[skipping to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/779336.html?thread=64373832#t64373832) and time warping to avoid Sylar-tan]