Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[lawful_perfect]

[From here]

Unlike the western section, the central portion of this hallway was completely deserted. On any other night, von Karma would have used this to his advantage to arrive at one of the upstairs locations before anyone else did. The Janitor's Closet, for one, contained a large cache of metal that he could use to compensate Mr. Geeste for the work he would do for him three nights later.

But for now, von Karma merely had to go as far as the very first doorway to his right, which led straight into Waiting Room 1. This was far more important -- though less pleasant -- than his prospective metal scavenger hunt. Besides, by the time he had replied to Mr. Geeste's notice, Ms. Taura had already accepted an assignment from that blasted History Club. He would simply have to try to contact her tomorrow morning as soon as possible before she could accept another one.

Shaking his head, von Karma turned the door knob, expecting to have to jimmy it open, but instead discovering that the door wasn't locked after all.

[To here (with Court's permission to just go on ahead <3 ) ]

Comments

[gargantuanlaugh.livejournal.com]

A guard. Great. In a place like this, Gant had no problems imagining some three-headed hound of doom blocking their exit. Or maybe he was giving Landel too much credit. There would probably be just a normal security guard, and if that was the case he could easily take him down by flashing his light in the man's eyes then smashing him in the head with the candlestick. Gant hoped that it wouldn't turn out to be his job. He didn't take the possibility of murdering someone lightly; he had to be guaranteed a reward.

He gripped the candlestick tighter, but kept behind Recluse. What he wouldn't give for a pistol right about now.

[oneman-onekill.livejournal.com]

"Mm..." Niikura wasn't surprised that there would be a guard, but he was interested in what Recluse meant by 'some variety'.

"The guard usually 'round here...he wouldn't happen to be another patient, would he?" he asked casually, maintaining an easy gait behind the two other men. If that was the case, he'd had a run-in with one of those guards, and didn't feel like repeating the experience - and not only because the battle had been fierce. Just meeting Usopp the next day in the shower had been really strange.

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes. I've seen the dedicated guards stationed there as well. Sometimes it's left unguarded, but I would not count solely on luck." The guard patrols of this place really made no sense, beyond the obvious; Landel might be doing this for some sort of actual job if some of the things he'd said could be trusted, but he was cocky and overconfident in how firmly he had the patients under control.

Really, all that this place was doing for Landel seemed to be to drive him slowly insane, something Recluse was more than happy to listen to when it didn't come in the form of extremely irritating sub-par monologues. It was a blessing that the idiot didn't try for a maniacal laugh all that often.

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