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damned_institute2010-07-11 01:17 am
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Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-Center
[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 ) ]
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 ) ]
no subject
"Yes," he said, with clearly burdened patience. "I do know what you should be doing right now. Not running around unarmed, for one." He tossed her one of his kunai, not bothering with a warning. "Not running around at all, for two." Shikamaru wouldn't keep his fingers crossed on that one. "What I'm trying to accomplish is keeping the other ninja safe, and if you want to work with me on that, the first thing you need to do is stop running headfirst into the most dangerous places."
Even at fifteen or sixteen or however old she was, Temari knew he'd follow her. Though she was right, that expectation needed to stop and it needed to stop now, before they ended up somewhere without an exit. If he had to make up plans to keep her occupied the way he'd intended to do with Sakura, he'd do it.
"I think the others went outside," he said. True so far. "This is the shortest way." He indicated the hallway behind them with a tilt of his head, though he didn't intend to lead her all the way to the door. There were plenty of relatively safe detours, detours that weren't filled with vicious birds. But then, would the birds attack Temari?
can't unthink can't unthink--
"Are you coming, or do you want to spend all night calling me names?" he asked a bit too quickly, glad that the dim light hid whatever warmth crept across his cheeks. The latter was a given, so the best he could hope for was 'both.'