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damned_institute2010-05-15 09:23 pm
girlsandgadgets) wrote in damned_institute2010-05-15 09:23 pm
Night 49: M-A Block Hallway
[From here.]
Edgar awaited Gren a moment before starting the trek to Celes' room. Though he'd not been to the blocks where the women resided (the nurse wouldn't allow him to even go near that hall, and he had an inkling why), he had a vague idea of their whereabouts. He only hoped he could find her room quickly- in the event she was still within the institute's walls, he hoped to catch her before she wandered too far.
He clicked his light on as he walked ahead of Gren, hoping it'd be easier to keep track of him. "The doors unlock each night, as you've probably guessed. No one quite knows why. Aside from tempting us with escape, Landel releases monsters to roam the hallways. I've only seen one, but heard of many others."
Edgar awaited Gren a moment before starting the trek to Celes' room. Though he'd not been to the blocks where the women resided (the nurse wouldn't allow him to even go near that hall, and he had an inkling why), he had a vague idea of their whereabouts. He only hoped he could find her room quickly- in the event she was still within the institute's walls, he hoped to catch her before she wandered too far.
He clicked his light on as he walked ahead of Gren, hoping it'd be easier to keep track of him. "The doors unlock each night, as you've probably guessed. No one quite knows why. Aside from tempting us with escape, Landel releases monsters to roam the hallways. I've only seen one, but heard of many others."
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Too few people were out - or perhaps it was just early. Either way, it was unsettling, and the faster Endrance was where he meant to be, the better. He rounded the corner into the next block, feeling his heart speed up anxiously as he did.
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Gant was glad his room was right next to the door that led out of the patient's block. He still wasn't familiar with the facility at large, but when your door was right next to the block exit, it wasn't hard to put two and two together.
Gant continued on his way, right into the next hallway.
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There were a few patients wandering around at the edges of the light that Sora's flashlight cast, but not many so far. With the sound of thunder punctuating the relative silence of the hallway, Sora realized that he was actually kind of nervous. There was nothing more to be scared of than usual, but he just had this feeling that things had been going smoothly for too long. Mr. Landel always wanted to try something new out on them, and Sora felt like tonight was the perfect time for it.
That only made him more concerned that he didn't know what his two friends were up to, but both of them were experienced enough with danger to handle themselves if bad things started to happen. Sora had to keep his faith in them. Even if they weren't together, their thoughts for each other would motivate them to keep fighting, but to also stay safe.
Having done a decent enough job of chasing his anxiety away, the boy continued on his way out of the block.
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Klavier stepped out warily into the hallway, pipe out before him like a bat. ...What the heck was he doing with that thing? Look at him. Honestly, what was he going to do should he get attacked, beat someone with it? He couldn't do something like that, and he knew it. Nevertheless it provided some sense of reassurance as he walked through the dark corridor.
Strangely enough... the harsh pattering of rain outside was more calming than one might have thought. Rumbles of thunder aside, it was still something. It solidified his sense of self and made his surroundings more tangible, more manageable. Had this evening been it's usual stark quiet, Klavier might have just lost it completely and curled himself into a ball all night. When it was absolute quiet like that, nothing felt real. Everything was distant and unpredictable. He hated that feeling more than anything.
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Once the left-hand wall gave way into darkness, Ludwig finally used his flashlight, sweeping it from right to left in one continuous motion. Only one thing stood out- a blond man like himself, armed with a pipe. Certainly a viable weapon, and one Germany would have to consider using if he ever managed to get his hands on one. However, for now, they were patients and clearly both trying to survive, so the first thought in his mind- simply taking the weapon- was dismissed. Besides, there were no threats so far, even though that was likely to change in the near future.
Nothing else greeted his gaze, and that sense of foreboding grew. Only one other patient, and he too was alone. That then begged the question of where everyone else was, considering that the hallway he had just left could hold twenty people comfortable, to say nothing of the three other hallways greeting him. Where was everyone? The silence, almost completely unbroken, was far more worrisome than actual combat would be.
Even still, Ludwig steeled himself. Whatever the reason, he had to press on. The tall blond turned off his flashlight and felt along the ends of the hallways, pausing at the edges to strain his ears for any sounds of danger. Finding none, he'd move to the next, repeating the process over and over until he got to the door on the far end of the wall. The door was right there... but first he wanted to listen, see if there was anything beyond that might be a concern. He was certain he could hear people, but friendly or not remained to be determined.
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Swinging his flashlight-arm around, not caring who he blinded, Sho checked the new block out. It was exactly the same as his old one.
On the bright side, it was closer to the main hall, subtracting from his transit time and adding to the amount he had to distribute to other functions. Likewise did just moving on rather than pondering this rather trivial difference in his new setup.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/882232.html?thread=69141816#t69141816)]
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Gren eyed the flashlight he's retrieved, shrugging his shoulders a little before he clicked it on and began following Edgar. Weird that they would purposely provide tools to enable the patients to wander the halls like this. Then again, nothing about this place was adding up, so he supposed he should probably stop thinking so much about it. Instead, he scanned the hallway as they walked.
"Wait. Monsters?" He was willing to believe that he'd somehow been brought alive and whole to some strange mental institute, either by design or through some terrible mix-up, and he was almost convinced of the apparent time discrepancies going on. But monsters? Wasn't that taking the horror movie cliche a bit too far? "What kind of monsters are we talking about here?" He was suddenly far less confident in his ability to take whatever this place was planning to dish out.
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There were a few people out and about. Mello kept his light off and ignored them, running through his mental checklist of what he wanted to accomplish tonight. Upstairs first; if he hurried, he should get to that storage area before anyone else did. His mind returned to the visitors issue against his will. More mind games, for sure, in the seemingly endless arsenal of them; and though he silently insisted he could handle--was handling--any bullshit the Institute could throw at him, a not inconsiderable part of him hoped he'd be spared first-hand knowledge of that one.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/882232.html?thread=69155128#t69155128)]
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Was it just his imagination or was the thunder louder out here? Ritsuka supposed that was possible seeing how he would be closer to the main halls and those were connected to the outside where it was storming, but really? Really? Ritsuka's tail twitched in irritation, ears still flat against his head as he moved through the hallway, shaking his flashlight to get the light to stay alive. He should have switched the batteries out, but he also needed those for his camera and that always took precedence.
Ritsuka hesitated for a bit in this hall, hoping that perhaps Soubi would appear and render his note useless, but the longer he waited by the wall, the less likely it seemed anyone was coming. So far, everyone was moving out of the hall from the patient rooms and not the other way around. Fidgeting with the flashlight, Ritsuka pounded it against his palm a few times, watching as the light flickered in and out. He should have known it wouldn't last forever, but it was still annoying that it decided tonight of all nights to go out.
When it looked like he couldn't wait anymore, Ritsuka hesitantly pushed away from the wall and started toward the main hallway. Maybe he'd still be able to catch Soubi out there.
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Very unlike last night, there were a small number of patients roaming the hallways, their voices breaking the relative silence while the beams of their flashlights pierced the darkness of the corridor. Xemnas allowed his gaze to wander over these individuals - some traveling alone, some traveling in pairs - yet none of them were of any concern right now.
Among the hushed voices and whispers, another sound broke through the silence; thunder. The weather had improved little since they had left the town behind them.
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There were a couple of people lingering in the hallway, as usual, but not too many. He could hear the storm still going even out here and he wondered how long it was going to last. All night, probably, but until the next morning?
Then again, it seemed like the morning was when the reset button was hit.
He glanced over at Peter, moving briskly down the hall. "Did you have something you needed to do tonight? 'Cause the files can wait, they're not that important."
He hadn't known Peter would be with him when he'd said that, after all. The files were needed; it would help if he had them, at least, and it certainly wouldn't hurt. But he had a feeling it wouldn't be telling him anything he didn't already know. It sure as hell wouldn't hold any answers to the deal. If he had to admit, having them on his priority list was largely a way to do something instead of sitting around.
Anyway, frankly, he'd rather if Peter got whatever it was he intended to do out of the way while Sam was here to watch his back. Whatever Sam had to do, he could easily do it on his own or with Dean.
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Don't mind the birdy, folks, just passing though.
Tobias had enough space now to take a few honest feet of flight-- he'd have more room out in the next hall. Now, the question was to go outside, or stay in...?
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The adoption of a seven-day calendar in human societies was almost universal. There had been a few notable exceptions. Most people were unfamiliar with all of them aside from the possible explanation behind the Ides of March, which was now just a one-month warning for tax season.
It did, to the prepared mind, indicate that this was Earth. The stars might be wrong, but the lunar cycle had remained intact enough to give rise to the week. Not that the patients could corroborate this. The weather certainly helped the New Jersey argument. That was possibly an American gestalt opinion made manifest; where the fuck else would be so crappy? Still, the moon hadn't put in enough of an appearance aside from being bloody and ominous to verify the schedule.
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Initially wary, Kiba's pace gradually quickened as he reached the end of one hallway and merged into the next until he was moving ahead at an almost near sprint. He no longer bothered attempting to muffle the sound of his footfalls as he headed towards the door that would lead into yet another hallway, if his memory served him right. There was no need to, no reason to keep silent. The halls were alive with the shuffle of feet and the blinding strobe of flashlights. All this certainly couldn't be blamed upon the rain. Wasn't due to the staff being overly vigilant either. The few people that Kiba noticed moving about in the dark were all patients, every single one of them.
This really didn't make much sense to Kiba. If this was truly a mental institution as the nurses so claimed, it was stupid to allow any of the patients to wander around at night. And if they were being held prisoner? Even less so. You didn't just let your hostages move around; you kept them confined to one place so that you could keep a good and watchful eye on them. Either the people who ran Landel's were idiots (he'd believe that), or they staff here were deliberately allowing the patients to run free. The latter option didn't bode well, though Kiba wasn't the type of person to dwell on such thoughts (though he'd certainly keep the possibility in mind). He'd take things as they come and react accordingly. Meanwhile, his first objective was to get as far away from the patient block as he could manage.
But he'd still keep his eyes, ears, and nose open.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/882232.html?thread=69258808#t69258808).]
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There were various rumbles that shook through the floor as Roxas made his way through the hallways right outside his room. Thunder, he guessed, the storm still brewing heavily and loudly around them. It had still been pouring torrents of rain when the buses had gotten back before dinner, so it didn't surprise him to find the storm hadn't moved on yet.
As long as Landel's didn't turn into the World That Never Was - perpetual rain - he didn't mind so much.
No monsters. One good sign.
That false sense of security didn't loosen the hard grip he had on his pipe, though. Sora's words were close to his
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No surprise that he didn't see anyone he knew yet. As he stepped out into the hallway and noted its emptiness, he flicked off his flashlight and started jogging. No need to waste his time, but he didn't want to miss anyone by racing to the familiar location where he met his friends before. There might be someone along the way, good or bad, who could help him find some answers. What answers he was looking for, he wasn't sure, but he hoped to uncover something.
The jog felt good, and there was an itch inside to move faster, to take things a little farther, but he resisted. Instead, he rounded the next corner slowly, eyes open and thumb on his flashlight switch for whatever he might see.
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Kakashi had accumulated a lot of stuff and it was a hassle to move it all, even though nothing was particularly heavy. He abandoned most of the jounin's belongings in his closet, taking particular care to hide Jiraiya's manuscript. He didn't even want to consider what a pain in the ass it would be to be caught with that.
After closing his door behind him, Shikamaru returned to the block's main hallway. Surely Sakura hadn't gone on without him...girls were reckless and unpredictable, but as far as the more bothersome sex went, she was mostly levelheaded. Aside from all of that junk on the bulletin, and anything related to Sasuke.
He leaned against a wall, the beam of his flashlight directed at nothing in particular: just the ground a few feet ahead of him.
It was a waste of batteries, but some (admittedly irrational) part of him wasn't ready to turn it off, even if it risked attracting monsters. If that was the case, at least he'd be able to deal with them.
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As Spock passed through the hallway that would take him out of the patients blocks, he didn't notice anything unusual. Although he wasn't the only individual walking in this area, the presence of others was to be expected, given how most patients here had their own agendas and goals for the night.
The Vulcan took note of those who were nearby, but did not spend much time focusing on them. Instead, he allowed his flashlight beam to illuminate the path before him, and he continued along his way. There did not appear to be any threatening lifeforms up ahead, though Spock did not lower his guard as he stepped out into the next hallway.
((To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/843430.html?thread=71328678#t71328678).))