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damned_institute2010-04-03 12:24 pm
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Night 48: Greenhouse Yard
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It was another chilly night, and Meche wished she'd stopped and gotten her coat instead of walking around in the too-thin-for-the-weather, badly-fitted sweatshirt, which was what she was doing. At least she hadn't dressed up.
She didn't see anything moving on the field at first glance, so she began to make her way across the yard in the direction of the wall. "Is that what people say usually happens?" she asked Senna quietly, more because it felt reassuring to keep talking than because she expected Senna to know much about it other than what she'd said.
It was another chilly night, and Meche wished she'd stopped and gotten her coat instead of walking around in the too-thin-for-the-weather, badly-fitted sweatshirt, which was what she was doing. At least she hadn't dressed up.
She didn't see anything moving on the field at first glance, so she began to make her way across the yard in the direction of the wall. "Is that what people say usually happens?" she asked Senna quietly, more because it felt reassuring to keep talking than because she expected Senna to know much about it other than what she'd said.
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The door was already open by the time they reached the end of the hall. The pair burst out into the cool night air, and Utena felt her skin tingle as they made for the wall.
Thankfully, the height looked far from unscalable. "Here, make sure to grip the vines tight," said Utena, cupping her hand under Himemiya's foot to give her a boost. Adrenaline and pure joy running through both their veins, they were able to help each other up and over the wall in a short amount of time.
After hitting the ground on the outside of the Institute, the two kept running. The forest lay ahead in the distance.
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Is that what it meant? To sleep for so long? She swallowed roughly, then wasted no time in finding the handholds on the wall.
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Nataku shivered despite the long-sleeved shirt as they stepped into the cool night air. He wished he'd thought to bring the coat, but he'd expected the injured man to be hidden somewhere inside and it was too late to go back for the sake of comfort. The night would end soon.
As they came to the wall, he offered to help anyone who needed it and climbed the ivy himself without any trouble.
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Minato sighed as he felt the rush of cold air meet his face and bare arms, carefully shutting the door behind him. He noted that the door hadn't been locked, meaning other patients would have access to greenhouse yard. As he stood there by the door, he could see a puff of warm breath as he exhaled. In retrospect, it would have been a good idea to have decided his destination before leaving his room; at least then he could have grabbed his coat.
He walked around the yard silently and cautiously, listening to the rustle of wind passing between the large greenhouse and the contours of the institute walls. Closer inspection revealed that there was ivy on the walls to either side, and that the walls looked perfectly scalable.
...Well, if he could secure his sword and other gear, at least.
The greenhouse was, perhaps unsurprisingly, locked. But the greenhouse itself wasn't Minato's destination; if the structure worked as he presumed a greenhouse did, there would be a consistently high humidity in there. Metal tools would probably oxidize a lot faster in there, so tools would have to be kept somewhere not exposed to the constant humidity--somewhere outside.
And there it was, in one corner of the yard. Minato headed over to the corner of the yard, looking at the shack carefully. Much like the activities shed, the shack seemed to creak with each gust of wind and passing of a shadow. But there was something ... different about it.
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It was a strange feeling, and it echoed faintly in his head; Orpheus didn't seem to like the place, either. Adjusting his grip on his sword and flashlight, Minato took a few steps backwards and away from the shack before turning around and heading back towards the main building.