Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-West

[heroesdontshave]

[from here]

It looked like the hallway opened up over here. Guess he couldn't expect to just run around and follow a linear corridor forever, but now he had to figure out which way he wanted to go. Normally, he'd just run down whatever hallway he happened to lay eye on first, but again, he was running a liiittle blind here.

He still wasn't seeing any people anywhere. Maybe everyone was hiding. If everyone knew the staff turned into monsters and tried to eat them, then it'd make sense that they'd try to keep low. Thankfully, he'd be taking care of whatever was wandering around this place, so they wouldn't have to stay hiding for long. Once that was done, they could blast their way out of there and he could find his way back to the others. Couldn't keep everyone waiting on account of him, right?

[running across Rita, The Trickster, and hopefully, a freaking flashlight]

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[ai-no-minako.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938786.html)]

There was nothing to be scared of. It was just a hallway. It was the same hallway she'd walked through a few times now during the day, so what could be different about it now? Just because it was dark, really. Minako hadn't been scared of the dark since she was a kid, so it was ridiculous to start now.

It would have been a bit more reassuring if the coiled whip she was holding in one hand was the real thing, fairly crackling with energy and ready to be used against a deserving monster. Like it had been last night, when she'd been able to transform again. It had to be something about this place, didn't it? Like when the Dead Moon Circus was in town, that... force field thing Ami had mentioned. And this time she didn't have a helpful Artemis around, either.

Minako glanced around once, warily, then sighed and started to move on. Standing around fretting about it wasn't going to do any good, now was it? She needed to go find something useful to do.

[fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com]

[From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/939724.html?thread=70919116#t70919116)]

Sheet held tightly around his shoulders, Kurt made his way through the hallways--standing upright and trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Which, as both Kon and Peter had pointed out, was next to impossible when a white sheet was involved. He really needed something that camouflaged better.

There was no sign of Logan yet (Kurt would have definitely known if he was there--even Logan's shadow was distinctive), so Kurt positioned himself against the wall of his room block, waiting and gnawing on his bottom lip. This was the first time he'd been out of his room by himself, and it was making him nervous. He hoped Logan would hurry up...

[kingdomless.livejournal.com]

And she had made it to the meeting place first. "Aha," she chirped happily to herself, grinning. She won this round.

Kairi moved towards the staircase and placed her sword against the wall, leaning her back against it as well. Sliding down the wall, she clicked her flashlight off, her eyes getting used to the darkness as she scanned through the black in hopes of catching sight of a certain brunette or silver headed boy.

After a few moments of nothing, she turned her gaze to look towards the Sun Room, her mind wandering. Who - or what - was lurking in there this night? They'd be finding out shortly. Kairi only hoped that whatever it was, it wouldn't cause them too much trouble.

[lighthearted]

[From here.]

As Sora approached the stairs, he was shocked to see that Kairi had beat him there once again. Sure, he'd wasted some time looking for that ring and saying bye to Hanatarou, but he was so used to always making it here first. Then again, that pattern had started while Kairi had been gone. She was almost as used to Landel's as he was, so it made sense that she was able to beat him here sometimes.

Riku was the last to get here, as usual. Sora smiled to himself at that thought. It was something that probably annoyed the older boy, but Sora could only be amused by it. In the end, the third member of their group never made them wait that long, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

"Hey!" he greeted, waving at Kairi as he walked over. He couldn't help using his flashlight to glance over her hands, but he didn't see a ring anywhere. "I got one of those rings!" he announced, lifting up his hand to show it to the girl. He knew it was kind of silly that he was wearing it, but the head doctor had said that was what you had to do to make it work, and it was also the easiest way to carry it.

He hoped that Kairi was impressed. It wasn't like he'd done anything special to get it, but the ring was still important... Now he just had to hope that Riku didn't show up with one. While part of him knew that it would be better if they had more, he couldn't help wanting to feel a little special.

[bodhiandspirit.livejournal.com]

Now what?

There still weren't many people out in the halls yet. It looked like Rita was going to have to wait if she wanted to find any potential allies. Not quite feeling patient enough to wait idly, the mage continued walking down the hallway with her flashlight pointed at the floor ahead of her, and her attention mostly focused on the ring in her other hand. Would it be safest to keep it on her finger, or in her pocket? Supposedly, the gem was activated by breaking it, and Rita didn't want to do so accidentally, before she was prepared to...

"--Gahh!!"

Something big was suddenly blocking her path - or maybe she just hadn't been paying enough attention to notice it until now - and upon realizing she was about to bump into it, Rita leapt to the side instinctively. In her surprise, and with her sudden movement, the ring flew from her fingers, only to be caught again within the second, though the feat caused Rita to stumble disgracefully in her rush to regain her hold on it.

Once she confirmed it was safely in her hand again, the mage took a step back and studied the figure she had nearly bumped into, pointing her flashlight straight at the stranger's face.

It was a man. A man the size of a bear, and with no light on him to distinguish him from any nighttime monster. "Hey, what do you think you're doing, loitering around in the dark like that!?" she demanded, indignant. The fault may have partly been hers for not watching where she was going, but she assumed anyone who'd wander around alone at night would at least have the sense to carry some kind of light with them.

[affictitious]

[From here.]

His entrance here was met with a scream, which wasn't something he was exactly unused to, but this time it wasn't deserved and wasn't directed at him and he wasn't in the form of someone else who was infinitely more threatening looking than his vessel was. But vocal was good. Vocal was how questions got answered.

Slick as oil, he slithered into the conversation with, "What're you screaming about?" then an "oh" followed by the thought of next vessel is definitely going to be more threatening. And taller. Add to mental notes.

And here he thought Sam Winchester was the Sasquatch to out-sasquatch all sasquatches. Have a low whistle of appreciation, kid. It's all for you.

[nobleobliged.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938786.html?thread=70907682#t70907682)!]

Onward, onward! Natalia could see the occasional light ahead, and resisted the impulse to trot over and introduce herself. The isolating darkness of the halls, her righteous anger at the institution and its head; these were never far from her mind, even during her previous flashlight debate. They ought to band together. Natalia resolved at that moment to learn every patient's name, and as much of their history as they were willing to share.

Only her preexisting obligation kept her on track, to the hallways that should connect to the men's block. M60, to the Cake Club. Again she wondered if they would truly be baking. It seemed peculiar, given the greater priorities of the night. Only one way existed to satisfy her curiosity. Onward! Another left.


[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/936745.html?view=71162153#t71162153) ]

[notthistrain.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/936745.html?thread=70912297#t70912297)]

There weren't that many people out in the main hall yet, which suited Cloud's purposes just fine. With everyone coming and going, it should be easy enough to spot Zack (with his six plus feet of height) searching for him here.

He stopped to lean against the wall, flashlight on so that others could see he was there and he didn't get easily looked over. The chances of him and his friend actually being able to find Aerith tonight were slim, but not trying wasn't an option. There had to be something they could find out about the girl.

[zack-fair.livejournal.com]

And bingo! This was the spot where the three of them had met up last night, so Zack supposed it made sense that Cloud would decide to wait here. It was funny, how they'd both figured it out without actually having to write it out to each other. Though it was probably better to make a habit of that, just to be sure. Unless they designated this hallway as their meeting spot from now on, which would work just as well.

Cloud was easy to spot, even if he might not have thought that was the case himself. Zack had gotten pretty used to keeping an eye out for him, and that hadn't gone away just because they weren't on Gaia anymore. And even if Cloud had clearly grown into his own skin in a serious way, Zack couldn't just stop himself from wanting to watch over him.

But they could work together, and that was good. They had been able to do that even back when Cloud was as green as they got, though. They had gotten along from the start.

"Hey!" he greeted, perhaps louder than would be advised. He slung his arm around his friend's shoulders and grinned. "So, were you the one who ended up with that ring, or was it ninja girl?" He knew that their goal for the night was a serious one, but he didn't really approve of souring things up.

[lawful_perfect]

[From here]

During his brisk walk through the north-south portion of the main hallway, von Karma had passed by a few people standing around, apparently waiting for others. However, since they were no one he knew nor cared about, he paid them no attention. It was of utmost importance that he reach his destination in a timely manner without a single needless distraction.

Rounding the corner, he passed the stairwell and headed east.

[To here]

[anemptydecapo]

[From here]

The sound of a shrill, high-pitched scream immediately registered in his ears the instant he entered the area, something that normally would have caused him to stop and investigate. But at the moment? Someone else could handle it. He wasn't a hero. He was an assassin. He wasn't here to babysit anyone, especially not now. The price for his ignorance in the face of another's pain was usually met with guilt - right now he couldn't be bothered to give a damn.

Master Zato was in danger.

He kept running.

[Yep.]

[threepwood]

[Still running.]

No Elaine in the main hallway, either. Guybrush smiled to himself, confident he was still ahead of her so far. He only had a few more halls to go, and he'd be at Javert's door, returning the inspector's sword in a fashion so unlike his usual take-anything-that-isn't-nailed-down-and-keep-it-forever ways.

A pirate returning something he'd unintentionally kept for days on end without permission? It seemed the asylum was pushing him toward legitimate insanity.

[Annnd to here.]

[vodka-jump.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/940944.html?thread=70935696#t70935696)]]

The other set of rooms had a completely different label, nevermind that they were full of women, rather than men. And given that the majority of the female countries were best avoided, he was just fine with steering clear of that section of the rooms. That would put a damper on the evening if he couldn't use one of his arms due to it being permanently attached to Belarus. Though maybe if he ran into Ukraine, she could tell him where his scarf had gone to.

[[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/936745.html?thread=70936617#t70936617)]]

[diamondstorm]

[from here]

Logic would move the Digimon to the mall hall. If Beelzemon didn't plan to go outside through the field, this was the only place he could go. She would wait and see if the other Digimon came by. After the night before, she had a few things she wanted to talk about with him.

As calm as Renamon was, standing off to the side in the hall, she must have looked very strange--dressed in the black jacket from Doyletown with bandages over her right eye and hands, with a bladed knuckle resting over her left hand.

[For Beelzemon!]

[brooklynisangry.livejournal.com]

[From here ()]

Beelzemon got all the way out to the bigger hallways before stopping to actually think about what he might actually be doing tonight. Sure, the wooden bat that he had made him feel better than normal, but he had no clue where the thing had come from in the first place, why Heat had been acting weird (well, weirder, his roomie really seemed to have a couple screws loose), or what the guy in charge had been gloating about over the speakers. Something to do with stuff that he didn't have, which could have meant he'd just fallen asleep or something but that made no sense, because he remembered heading out, and augh this just was getting him more confused.

Which is a very long and convoluted way to get across that in the middle of all of that, he failed to notice Renamon. It was just one of those nights.

[repeatingfate.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938786.html?thread=70890786#t70890786) and waiting on one monkey boy and one mom-figure.]

Rika breathed a small sigh of relief - there were people here. She wasn't sure why she hadn't noticed before now - probably too lost in her own thoughts to see it.

She waved her flashlight beam through the hallway, but decided to wait rather than going alone. Rika could be reckless, that was true, but being reckless had gotten her killed before. It had also saved her, but that was beside the point.

Someone would come along.

[monkeyboy]

"Oh wow...." There were a lot of people in here! Awing audibly, Goku waddled through the throng of other patients as if he were wandering through a sparse forest. Everyone had a good two feet on him. Despite being outnumbered, it didn't unnerve him in the least. Being tall didn't mean you were strong, Goku knew that real well. Actually, the next shortest person he knew was his closest rival.

Again, he did his best to keep away from the people with those crazy lights and said "Hello!" to those who seemed safe enough. He passed a group of people to his right with one member that towered over everyone else. Goku couldn't help but stop and look up in awe. The blond man was like two Gokus stacked on top of each other. "Cool!" Continuing on with a laugh, the young boy ran into someone who was closer to his height. She was still a foot taller than he, but at least it didn't hurt his neck when he looked at her face. Augh, and she had one of those lights!

"Aren'tcha too short ta be a witch?"

[I think it'd prolly be best to secure Goku into the party before Claire gets here XD ]

[propheteer]

[From here, to run into some kind of angel]

There were even more people milling around the newest stretch of hall. Unfortunately, there wasn't much indication of where he should go from here.

Izaya stayed close to the wall after turning to the left, coming to a stop around the middle. He leaned against it for the moment, risking turning his flashlight back on. There were enough people here that he wouldn't be singled out if some cranky guard came by and discovered patients out of bed after hours.

He shone the light around, discovering some stairs leading up, but none leading down; this must have been the ground floor already. The hall continued down further than the beam of the flashlight reached to his left, and it looked like there might have been another hallway branching off of it not too far away. Before he went any further, he needed to figure out where he was going... or maybe find some sucker who could help him out.

[freewill]

[From here.]

As expected, Castiel reached a second hallway and found the source of the voices. There was a fairly large group of people standing around, some of them talking to each other and others on their own, apparently waiting. Castiel paused and took a moment to watch them. It was strange that he couldn't catch any panic in the body language and facial expressions of most of them. While he wasn't necessarily very good at reading humans, he knew enough by now to realize that this was unexpected.

Unless they were accustomed to this situation, their reactions made no sense.

However, he had found what he was looking for: people to question. Castiel didn't devote too much time to picking out someone to speak to, walking up to the closest person who was on his own. He appeared to be fairly young, possibly a few years younger than Adam. Castiel wasn't exactly used to speaking to humans of this age, but... was this person even human?

It was something he should have known just by looking at the stranger, but Castiel instead had to specifically focus before he could be certain that the boy was human. In that case, it was likely he wouldn't know much, but Castiel knew his options were limited.

The matching shirt and its symbol indicated that they were in the same position, but everyone in this stretch of hallway was wearing the garment, and so Castiel stuck with the boy. Now, how to start... but he was best at being straightforward. "Do you know where this place is located?" he asked with a deep frown.

[divinebrushwork.livejournal.com]

[ From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938786.html?thread=70945826#t70945826) ]

With her hand still sliding along the wall, Amaterasu began her passage through the newest hallway. There were even more people here, but she gave them no mind. Just one more turn and all she had to do was go in a straight line.

She felt incredibly pleased that she had not lost her way yet. It was hard to express her pride in this human form, however.
. . . Gods above, she really missed her tail.

[divinebrushwork.livejournal.com]

[ To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/936745.html?thread=70948137#t70948137) ]

[toxicspiderman]

[from here]

The usual milling round while people worked up the balls to go out of the save zones was in full swing. Like a homecoming, with swords and clubs instead of ties and Barbara Streisand. And less spiked punch.

Scarecrow wasn't here yet, so S.T. flicked on his flashlight and made himself obvious.

[for Scarecrow]

[scarefaux]

[Annnd to here.]

Rounding the corner into the main hallway, the Scarecrow's eyes were immediately drawn to a light that conveniently led to Sangamon. He gave his friend a small wave as he headed toward him, turning on his own light- it flickered a few times before finding its strength. Oh! It hadn't been at all well the night before, either. As well as the player, he needed to find more batteries for his light- one more thing to ask about during their travels.

"How do you do, Sangamon?" he greeted, turning his light off for now. He held up his prize for S.T. to see. "I brought the movie, just in case we do find what we're looking for."

[hasnomeaning]

[from here--and to be stalked]

Here, again, she found herself. For the first night in three, there was no sign of the other pilots. No noise to discern them from any others. No feeling of unease at the supposed Fifth. Ayanami could not find it in her to be disappointed. After last night and its effects, the differences separating each of them were accented more clearly than that been looked at the past few days.

So she didn't hesitate for more than a moment, stopping to take stock of the hallway's occupants before moving on. The place they were in had many questions that Rei did not know the answers to. The most obvious of these was if they could simply walk out.

[idolism]

_{[from here, to stalk with love ♥]}

Keeping out of sight, the vampire passed by a few small groups, pausing long enough to take stock of who (or what) was loitering in the main hall. It wasn’t precisely busy yet, but a handful of people were clustering together in numbers of two or more. No good there. He ignored most of them, including the faces he knew. (Ironically, there was his old ’roommate’. New, he hoped.)

Aidou had taken his search into the female area more than once, but for the same reasons he avoided his own cell block, he thought this time it’d be best to try another approach first. Routines were easy to fall into, and dangerous to remain in.

For now, he considered the loners. It’d be bordering on stupid to attack someone in the middle of the hall, even if he was swift and utterly silent, but there were two females heading out of the corridor. One was heading back toward the cell blocks, though. The other… The other was moving further down the hall, which hadn’t yet grown too crowded. She was also human, from what he could tell, wearing a strange outfit that was really too thin to be proper body armour.

He could take a moment more and see what happened. Making a move near the highly trafficked Sun Room would truly be stupid later in the night, but right now it was still merely bold.

[swornandbroken.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/936745.html?thread=70957353#t70957353)]

As usual, there were more people passing through here, or milling about, waiting for others. Mello gave them a brief once-over with the flashlight, then ignored them.

"They got you today, didn't they?" he asked Matt, not looking back at him. "What did you do?" It was calculated to get a confession without having to surrender one in return. Mello had learned a long time ago that people had few qualms about telling you shit they figured you already knew. And he was actually curious. He wouldn't have guessed Matt had it in him to make enough of a scene to get sedated. Then again, he was nicotine-deprived, and pissier in general than the last time Mello had seen him. For which he honestly couldn't blame him.

[gamingsostfu.livejournal.com]

Oh, for fuck's sake. The smile disappeared as he followed the blond, sure that Mello would lead the way to the appropriate doctor's office; he couldn't help the slight excitement he was feeling at just the thought of finding some actual smokes. Hopefully they'd be menthols, or something equally strong - but he'd take them regardless, he was so deprived. The brunet's calm was starting to wane as he contemplated what answer to give to Mello's question; it was painfully obvious that he'd given himself away somehow. Probably the facial expressions, he thought as he followed closely. 'm too damn slow at covering 'em up.

Matt watched his friend's back as they walked down the... slightly more crowded hallway, ugh. He really hated this place. "Probably the same reason they got you," he answered, eyes narrowing alongside a sneaky smirk. He didn't care what his face was saying at the moment, because it said Oh yeah, I went there.

[gald_digger]

[from here]

"It's probably easiest if we take the stairs here," Anise said, pointing to the stairwell to their left. Without waiting for a reply, she began walking in that direction.

As she walked, the girl realized she'd forgotten something important. She didn't even introduce herself! And she had no idea what to call this guy.

"My name's Anise, by the way," she told him, still smiling. First impressions were important! She hoped she hadn't damaged hers too much by taking so long to give her name. Then again, this guy probably wasn't too opinionated about those kinds of things. "What's yours?"

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

622 nodded, keeping watch on the hallway behind them in case of ambush. "The area over the Sun Room is sometimes guarded, however. We'll have to be careful there."

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Anise," he replied politely. "Stormtrooper Sergeant TK-622. Although if you aren't comfortable with a designation, this place gave me the name 'Temuera', which I also answer to for convenience's sake." Some just didn't seem to like the idea of referring to someone by a number. Personally, he didn't understand it. It was short and unique to him, so it cut out any confusion that civilians had with common names.

[sdatislife.livejournal.com]

_{[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/942033.html?thread=70993617#t70993617).]}

It had taken him several long moments of shuffling through darkened halls to reach the now-familiar open space. He could see flickers of light, hear hushed voices. He always came here, it seemed, if only because there were others around. He wasn't alone (although he locked himself away from the others). There was comfort from the mere presence (and fear). He slumped against one of the walls and let the useless flashlight dangle from his hand. He needed new batteries.

What would he do? Just wait. Rei and Kaworu and Asuka were out there somewhere (although he didn't think he wanted to see Kaworu again).

_{[For Asuka.]}

ahhh crappy post is crappy sorry!

[lookitmemama.livejournal.com]

Asuka found herself once more in the crowded hallway outside her prison block. She had met Shinji and Kaworu here in this corridor the first night and had continued to find someone every night since then. It was quite the unpleasant habit when Asuka thought about it, as if she needed company to get through the night or her life. The pilot did her best to believe it was simply the quickest way through the hospital, and it wasn't her fault if people glomped onto her for protection.

Thankfully, she was still too sluggish from the sedative to listen to spite. Asuka enjoyed life more than stumbling around this institute to prove a point, because, really, the point wouldn't be made if she got killed. So, with her baseball bat dragging across the tile, her flashlight and radio tucked into her left hand, the little redhead stayed where she knew it was safe.

[foolishmessiah.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/940944.html?thread=71001232#t71001232)]

Minato stopped once he reached the main hallway, flicking on his flashlight to take a look around. He was down to his last pair of batteries, and he hadn't gotten that music player as he had wanted just last night. While thinking, he flexed his fingers around the cloth grip of his sword, drawing close to one wall so he wasn't in anyone's way.

He could head upstairs and search some of the rooms. There had been an interesting note where someone had asked where patients' personal items could be found, as well as responses that pointed towards the northeastern part of the second floor. He could look around up there while he tried to decide what to do about the ring on his finger.

Thinking about school, Social Links, and Tartarus seemed so much easier in comparison to all of this, even after a week.

[For Gaara!]

[buryyourdemons.livejournal.com]

[from here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938786.html?thread=71009058#t71009058)

And in this hall, there were more people dressed similarly. Talking, conjugating--some looking no different than he did, others dressed outlandishly and sporting weapons. Sense diminished by the moment. A simple trap, or capture, was shifting into something else. The lack of knowledge was weakening him more than he already was. He would have to gain intelligence then. Question someone by themselves and see if anything that they replied with offered sense.

Children, groups of adults... Many were here, and his eyes passed over each as he remained in a shadowed corner. Individuals by themselves were few, and each held flaws. A weapon, when he had none, a downtrodden disposition. A light flicked on a bit away, and he glanced over, seeing another with a still expression and a hand resting on a sword. It wasn't the more preferable option, but they showed sense, keeping to the shadows. Anything else would have to be taken with reserve.

He moved closer silently, then stopped a few feet away. "You."

[boyking]

[from here]

After having the Glock with him at night pretty much always, it felt off to be traveling without it this time. But he had the knife, which was as good an option as anything.

He glanced down at it as he walked, focusing the beam of light onto the blade. The engraved sigils were all there. The small barely-visible nicks in the glinting metal, too. If it was a replica—which it had to be, if he was going to stick by his theory—then it was a damn good one.

Sidestepping the mini pockets of people occupying the hallway, he continued down. He'd have liked to be able to talk to Ruby more about Lilith, but there just wasn't time tonight. With Dean back, it seriously made it close to impossible to get anything done with Ruby.

Not that he was saying it wasn't a worthwhile trade-off, not at all, but at the same time, how the hell was he supposed to accomplish anything, fix anything, this way? And could Ruby even help him here? Back home, yeah, but here...here, he wasn't so sure. But she was his best bet, as much as he didn't want to admit it.

He took a careful glance down the hall, then turned the corner.

[to here]

[oneman-onekill.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938786.html?thread=71025954#t71025954)]

Right. Lots more people here. The question was, what to do now? Niikura drifted off toward the side of the hall with his flashlight turned off and hanging loosely from one hand and the closet rod leaning casually on the opposite shoulder.

He watched the flow of patients pass through. All these people - were they all trying to fight against the machine, or were they explorers seeking secrets and oddities? It was hard to tell who intended to do what, or if someone was just plain lost.

[for Gant and I believe Recluse]

[gargantuanlaugh.livejournal.com]

Gant tensed, holding the candlestick in his right hand a bit tighter when entering the more trafficked hallway. Despite having met the monster in town the night before, he wasn't giving any potential rotting corpses a chance to pop out at him even here in the institute. It just wasn't safe to let his guard down, and he refused to become the institute's next victim. But he was no good at doing things without powerful allies and no one here was particularly reliable, not even Manny or Lana.

Or maybe he wasn't bereft. As he scanned the area with his flashlight, he could have sworn he saw a familiar, spiky head somewhere against the wall. Could Wrighto have gotten locked up here too? Well, if that was the case then he was as good as free! Maybe. That sort of depended on whether or not Phoenix Wright remembered the outcome of the Goodman case, but Gant was pretty hopeful. After all, even Lana didn't seem conscious of his betrayal, and Manny sure didn't know. If anyone could pull them out of an impossible scrape like this, then Wrighto was certainly the man.

Gant moved closer to the area he remembered seeing the porcupine head, his flashlight beam searching frantically. And there it was! Oh, but the coloring was all wrong, and this boy was definitely younger than good old Wrighto. Pity. Gant kept the light in the boy's face probably a bit longer than necessary before finally lowering it to chest-height. He hid his disappointment by smiling his general smile. Well, he was already this close. Might as well offer an explanation for potentially blinding the kid.

"Sorry there, kiddo! Thought I recognized someone else there for a moment." Gant was seized with the wish to just reach out and rub those spikes out while he tussled the teenager's ridiculously dyed hair, but he restrained himself.

[Possibly Open to One More]

[chainsaw-royal.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/936512.html?thread=71038784#t71038784)]

Hime arrived in the hall, scanning the area for potential threats first and Depth Charge second. It seemed neither were present, so she settled back against the wall next to the door through which the man would be coming through. It wasn't surprising - his block was further away. Still, she'd give him about five minutes before she went looking for him under the assumption he'd been waylaid. At that point, she was going to be bashing someone over the head - whether it was the assailant or Depth Charge remained to be seen.

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

Out into the main hall, things were starting to warm up a little- there were more people passing through here, even if the area was decidedly monster free. Not that being monster free was a bad thing, of course. Almost as soon as he walked through the doors Depth Charge caught sight of Hime, leaning casually black against the wall just next to him as though she'd been waiting there for the last thirty decacycles.

"Getting comfy, princess?" Though really, could he still call her 'princess' now that he knew that the word was essentially what her 'name' was? Seemed kind of pointless. Oh, well. "Ready to get started?"

[rocksthecourt]

[from here]

This was the same area that monstrous scorpion had revealed itself last night. Needless to say, Klavier wasn't exactly thrilled to be here. He couldn't risk lingering: He needed to continue moving quickly.

The problem was, he wasn't sure where exactly he should be moving to. Where to start his investigation? He could search the file room he had found that one time and try breaking into the cabinets again. But he wasn't any better equipped to open it now than he had been then, and he now had the handicap of only one movable hand. He would have to risk searching the unknown areas.

His targets included doctor's offices and the labs upstairs. Frankly, considering what had happened to Skye last night, his best bet would be investigating the labs. There may still be clues left behind from the procedure. He needed something, anything. Something that pointed to specific staff members. Something showing what they do with all the information they have on the people here. Some kind of clue regarding what they were up to with those still here and those they held imprisoned elsewhere. He either had to find out where they were holding Kristoph and get him out or find a way to bring this place down before anything more could happen him or anyone else.

This would be difficult, but he was determined to do this. Just stay focused.

[to here]

[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938383.html?thread=71057551#t71057551)]

Keman hurried along, keeping his magelight bobbing dimly at his shoulder as he went. He felt like he was jumping at every sound and shadow, even ones that obviously belonged to the other patients and not anything that was out to get him. He'd been ambushed in hallways like these by the shapeshifter once before, but that was when he had spent the entire day thinking he was 'Calvin Jacobs.' He hadn't been prepared for it then.

Now he was.

Or, at least he'd thought he was. Now, he wasn't so sure. He wished he had a bow or a knife, something other than his magic he could rely on. Something that could draw blood.

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/940332.html?thread=70931244#t70931244)]

[saviored]

[from here]

The initial surprise from running into Elena was wearing off, and Damon was starting to feel...uncertain. Because he'd had things he wanted to say to her, had been thinking about it as he'd headed home. But a potential kidnapping plot wasn't a prime moment for a heart to heart.

Not that he was planning a heart to heart because he didn't do heart to hearts. That was Stefan's deal. But he wanted to talk, at least, or...you know what, he hadn't exactly pre-written out a speech. It was just—what'd happened tonight.

Oh, why was he even bothering.

And topped by the way everything felt muted, this whole thing was just goddamn annoying. He didn't like being annoyed.

"Do you remember anything?" he asked, glancing left, then right. "Before you got yourself abducted?"

Set of stairs or further down the hall? He paused a second before going for the stairs. Going up wasn't the conventional method of finding an exit, but conventional human beings also couldn't jump off the top of a building. Taking Elena with him wouldn't be a problem. If they could get to the roof, that was all he needed.

[martyrs]

Elena was easily lead, scoping out anything that stood out in the darkness with the flashlight as they walked. There was an odd sense of safety that came along with having Damon with her now, and though she wasn't about to lower her guard, in her experience there wasn't much in the world that stood a chance against him if they were attacked. Except for other vampires, which was definitely a possibility here, but there wasn't any way of knowing.

"I remember going out to find Stefan, after he left to try and- But it turned out fine, which you know since you were at the house once we got back. Last thing I remember is falling asleep in his room, but I can't fill in anything else from there," she said, running a hand through her hair as she thought it over. "I don't remember anyone even being around, let alone feeling like we were being watched or followed."

Then he was starting up the stairs, and Elena stopped right at the foot of them, trying to shine the light up to see where they lead. "You want to go upstairs?" So maybe she was being paranoid, but really. "Have you never watched a horror movie?"