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damned_institute2010-02-12 02:16 am
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Nightshift 47: West Wing, North Hallway 1-B
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The next hallway looked only marginally different from the first. Boy, it was easy to get all mixed up in this goofy hospital! And Naruto hadn't seen a single med-nin come along to try and convince him to get back to bed and rest. It wasn't that he was complaining or anything, but wasn't that weird? Where the hell were the med-nin, anyway? You'd think that in the middle of the night after a ton of people got hurt, they'd all be busy...
Oh. Well, okay. They were all busy with people who were actually hurt! That made the most sense, and Naruto accepted that and pressed on.
Still, something was bugging him. Something was seriously screwed up about this whole thing, but he couldn't figure out what the "something" was. Maybe he was imagining it, but he really didn't think he was.
Now where was the exit?
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The next hallway looked only marginally different from the first. Boy, it was easy to get all mixed up in this goofy hospital! And Naruto hadn't seen a single med-nin come along to try and convince him to get back to bed and rest. It wasn't that he was complaining or anything, but wasn't that weird? Where the hell were the med-nin, anyway? You'd think that in the middle of the night after a ton of people got hurt, they'd all be busy...
Oh. Well, okay. They were all busy with people who were actually hurt! That made the most sense, and Naruto accepted that and pressed on.
Still, something was bugging him. Something was seriously screwed up about this whole thing, but he couldn't figure out what the "something" was. Maybe he was imagining it, but he really didn't think he was.
Now where was the exit?
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Tenzen moved into another hallway, which again appeared to be deserted. There was little to worth noting here, so the ninja headed south.
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It seemed the farther he got from his room, the more people the Mighty Pirate spotted roaming the hallways. Apparently, escape attempts were pretty common around the midnight hours of this place.
The increase in visible wanderers wasn't unappreciated- they did unintentionally guide him. Most passersby were headed to his right, no doubt to meet with dates of their own. "Well, it's not a bone song or animal sounds, but I'll take them going that-a-way as a hint."
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Ranulf slipped through this doorway as well, and found that not only was he in a much larger hallway, but that, unlike the previous, it was occupied. He could make out the faces of most pretty easily with his above-average eyesight and discovered that most, if not all, were beorc. Had they once been laguz? Not wanting to test his theory at the risk of being captured, he decided to keep to himself.
His body against the wall, he gave the air a few quick sniffs, the scents telling him that if he kept going right he'd eventually hit the outside. Smiling, he kept to the shadows to avoid more attention and continued down the hallway.
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"It was the one that supposedly used alchemy to make weapons, if you believe in that whole lead to gold stuff. Never did find out for sure what was the real deal behind that," Junpei continued as they drew closer to the door at the end of the hallway.
"The Arts & Crafts Club is the first one, I think. My senpai were trying to find a way to work with them when we all ended up here at first, before they disappeared. Supposedly, they're run by shinigami, but that's gotta be a bunch of bull. The 'leader' is my roommate, but he's, like, twelve. And has the personal skills of a... twelve year old. They do like mapping and exploring shit."
As far as the History Club went, Junpei had a bit more information on that but he was a bit reluctant telling Asuka, if only because he figured she's probably go talk to Homura and, while terribly amusing to watch, it'd probably just get him in trouble. "The History Club is just a bunch of hardcore badasses from weird times that are all set on revenge, so they pretty much only take in people that are soldiers, fighters, swordsmen and other serious ass kicking adults." Yes, the emphasis on the last word was on purpose. He hadn't seen any kids in the club at all.
"I know a couple of them."
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"Death gods? Pfff!" Well, she had heard worse. Junpei's preceding comments about his roommate eeked out a genuine laugh from the little redhead as her pale hand came up to hide her mouth. She hadn't actually had much to smile about since the last time she had actually been at school with her friend Hikari. It all seemed so far away in this place, as if time were stuck in a vacuum.
Junpei had started to yammer again, but nothing was really sinking in until she heard something about "hardcore badasses". Why, she was a hardcore badass. The second child turned her eyes up at Junpei with avid interest, though she didn't enjoy the importance he had placed on age. There was a lot she wanted to scream at him about that, but Asuka just turned her face away instead, a scowl beginning to form on her round face. "Age is just a social construct..." She mumbled moodily. The characteristics of age and the responsibility they held fluctuated throughout history. Saying they only allowed adults into this club was negligible. She may only be fourteen, but she was smarter, more mature, and capable than people over the age of twenty. She had graduated from college already for Chrissake!
She wouldn't forget this. Asuka would find the leader and teach him a thing or two about adults.
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He grinned. "That's why you find ways around it," he said, knowing he'd kind of found that loophole.
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Opening the door, Junpei lead Asuka out into the rec field.
[to here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/808822.html?thread=65984886#t65984886)
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He didn't bother to turn the torch on when he reached the main corridor. He knew the main hallways well enough by now that he didn't need the light to tell. He turned left and kept his hand on the wall as he headed towards the Rec Field.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/808822.html?thread=65983862#t65983862)]
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Chekov clicked his flashlight on and shined it on his map. He was growing more and more familiar with his ersatz mental institute, but walking the hallways with the map allowed him to familiarize himself not only with the route but with the physical space as it related to the map.
Confirming his route, the ensign continued.
((To here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/809806.html?thread=66029902#t66029902)))
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As he stepped out into the larger hallway, Rolo hung back for just a moment and made sure no one else was around. Once bitten, twice shy. Or something like that, he really was just making sure that there was no one in his way. It was incredibly frustrating to be unable to dispatch of obstacles in his way and now all Rolo could do was avoid them.
He hated this place. He wished for a brief moment he could just disappear from here, but when he realized that meant leaving Lelouch alone in this madhouse, he continued onwards.
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Even though Anise was reluctant to believe Momo's story, there was another part of her thinking 'why not?' If aliens and walking corpses and other weird things were real, why not death gods or anything like that? The skeptical side of Anise wasn't quite willing to believe everything she heard, but at this point, she knew she couldn't outright reject every weird thing she heard, either.
For now, she'd just leave the subject alone. If she could get a better idea of what kind of person Momo was, maybe she could better understand what the other girl had just told her, and whether she could truly believe it.
"There better not be anything nasty out there tonight," she said, partly to herself, but also partly just to keep conversation going. Even though some of the things Momo talked about were totally weird to her, she didn't want any awkward silences to pop up as a result. Long silences bugged her more than anything.
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"I hope not as well," she replied, not changing her tone at all. "Though I wouldn't be surprised. There wasn't anyone there last night."
Reaching the door, Momo automatically moved to the lead and quietly eased it open. Not seeing any immediately recognizable fights, she headed outside.
[to here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/808822.html?thread=66075254#t66075254)
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Okay, so which way to the female block from here? Scott thought as he made his way down the long stretch of hall. He tried to remember which way he had seen the most girls going on the way back from dinner. No good. All Scott had been thinking of before dinner was, well, dinner. He was pretty sure that it was still further down yet, but whether it was just at the end of the hall or around the corner from that, he didn't know. He would have to just keep going to find out.
Here's hoping for the end of the hall. This hobbling thing is getting tiring! he thought most whinily.
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This... was going to be a long night. A long, panicked night.
The click of the unlocking door would have sent his heart racing if it still beat. He had an unrealized time limit; he'd just have to move. Fast. As much as he could manage.
He could do this. Even as completely unaccustomed as he was to being injured, he could make due. It was pain - hot, red pain, but nothing that could compare with Jane's pain that sank into your veins and burrowed into your bones, all in the space of mere seconds.
All through the meal (or absence thereof) with his roommate, he had remained still, unwilling to put an strain on the wound. Once in the hallway, Edward had carefully unwrapped the gauze, brushing his fingers across the scarred skin from the burns in the meantime. The cut was a small slit, but ran deep - the bandages were stained nearly black with the blood that had kept pumping out between his ribs. It had scabbed over by that time, but was edged in red, inflamed skin and patches of dried blood.
His own wound should not make his mouth wet with venom.
Disgusted, he rewrapped the wound (could it get infected? Did it matter?) quickly, wanting to waste no time. He knew Bella hadn't listened to him. When had she ever?
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In a way, Joshua had to wonder just how much- or rather, how little- progress he had made. A Game was supposed to last for just a week, but it hadn't happened that way. He'd been here for too long, stagnant for too long... it was only now, with Neku and Leonard here, that he was starting to make some progress again.
Hah, pathetic, wasn't it? Someone would almost think he was going soft, with all of this going on. If he was losing his edge, then Minamimoto really would have a powerful advantage over him.
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There were enough people out that it wasn't difficult to navigate in the dark. Nothing could be as hard as last night, when it had been pitch black with no light to be had. He was cautious, keeping to the walls and his single eye on the lookout for any sign of the ninja, but luckily, the man was nowhere to be found.
He paused for only a moment or two, waiting until the light made it obvious which way to go. While he could still see, depth was something he was having increasing trouble with.
[[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/810031.html?thread=66160431#t66160431)]]
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Cackling to himself, Sho rattled down the hallway. To anyone else there, he was surely an odd sight: a man with a shirt tied to his head and a jacket on his bare chest, a flashlight duct-taped to his arm and carrying a hand truck with an oxygen tank on it, running down the hall like someone late to catch a plane.
The Reaper didn't care. He was going to kill someone tonight.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/810031.html?thread=66407727#t66407727)]
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There were more patients in this hallway than the last one, but it made sense: it was larger. Niikura let the beam of his flashlight wander left and right, searching for anything out of the ordinary, but nothing came up until he heard the rattling of a cart or something behind him and wrenched himself out of the way just in time to see a person go rushing by with--what was that he had in the cart? It looked like an air tank of some kind, but Niikura highly doubted that he meant to blow some balloons up tonight with it. That would just be...silly.
Shaking his head, Niikura continued his way down the hall. So maybe some people took this opportunity a little too seriously.
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"...You're from the future, right?" he asked, still stalling for time. He wasn't looking at Tim.
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God, what a headache.
"I guess you can think of it that way," he said, glancing over at Bart before heading for the door.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/808822.html?thread=66338678#t66338678)]
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For a place that did its best to keep people from knowing what was happening at any given period in time, the halls seemed to be fairly active around this hour. It was funny to Riku, because he was used to these games. Comparing Landel's to Castle Oblivion wasn't a completely apt comparison, but it was the closest he could come up with. Other substitutes didn't seem to provide the same opening for understanding. That didn't mean he was completely prepared for what he learned here, but then again, finding Sora's memories unchained and rechained again had about the same effect.
Since he knew he had longer strides than his friends, after he stepped inside and took note of the other occupants, he paused to turn back toward them. This was hitting unfamiliar territory, anyway. As much as he wanted to press on forward, lighting that familiar need to lead, push, and keep things under control—though he rarely held on to it anymore—he needed to look toward his friends to help him now.
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"Just out past here," Kairi said to no one in particular, whether Sora or Riku listen or not.
Clicking off her flashlight and shoving it in her pocket, she pushed against the door slowly, pausing to listen outside for a moment before continuing to open the door and walking to the outside field.
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