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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 ) ]

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[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/936745.html?thread=70889513#t70889513)]

Indy swept the light around as he approached the center of the main hallway, making a slow, careful arc, but it didn't pick up anything moving or any shadows that shouldn't have been there. Looked like the coast was clear then, at least for now.

He moved as quietly as possible over to the Sun Room doors and listened. If there was anyone--or anything--in there lying in wait for hapless would-be adventurers, they were being quiet about it. An easy trip might be too much to hope for, but you never knew; maybe they'd get lucky. In fact, now Indy wondered if the bigger problem wouldn't be getting all these people to pay attention, get along with each other and not do anything stupid.

He took a few steps back to stand by the wall next to the doors, on the side nearer the patient blocks. Then he waited.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938569.html?thread=70998601#t70998601)]

So now it had come to it, the conversation that Mello had half dreaded and half hoped for, and he still didn't know how to explain, much less how to spin it so it wouldn't sound pathetic. He realized he needed Matt more than Matt needed him, here and now, anyway; needed someone he could trust. Needed someone to help him get the hell out of here, since going it alone had, for once in his life, proved a pretty crappy idea. All the arguments with himself in the world, and all the force of will he could muster, wouldn't change that. The evidence was staring him in the face constantly, with every step he took still trapped in the Institute. Mello shoved the thought to the back of his mind, and hoped Matt wouldn't figure it out for himself.

"You're going to think I'm a lot more fucked up than I really am, after you hear this. I'm handling it." Matt didn't have to know how much of a lie that was, either. "They underestimated how damn stubborn I am."

[from here]

Few were in this hall compared to the nights prior. A few men, talking close to the opposite doors. Staying near to the outside wall, Ayanami continued discretely. She had no need for more people coming up to her to make useless small talk. The location she sought was near, the doors that they had passed through when they had went to that town.

That the Second had been so against trying them was a wonder. It was something that should be seen. If they could walk out. There would be almost nowhere to go, but it would reveal if the aspect was of a freedom or a forced cage. She moved to the door, reaching to the handle.

[From here.]

As they moved down the hall, Castiel spotted more people in matching attire who were either standing around and conversing or waiting on their own. He didn't understand why these humans were being so inactive when they were clearly being held here against their will, much like him and his current traveling partner, but he didn't have the time to try and puzzle through it.

Before long, he spotted a door to his right, though it looked like there were also a few more up ahead. He was relying far too much on his flashlight to see, but he was going to have to adapt to his limits quickly if he was going to have any chance of getting out of this situation.

Without delay, he moved over to the door and opened it, pointing a flashlight inside. What he saw was what seemed to be a pointless room. All it had in it were some chairs, tables, and a few magazines. Castiel had tried to read those a few times, but most of it was completely foreign to him. Why was everyone so taken with some young boy named Justin Bieber?

However, there was also a faint light coming from one part of the room, and Castiel then caught sight of a figure inside. Another patient, it seemed, and the older man (who looked physically in the age range of Zachariah's vessel, he unfortunately noticed) was apparently waiting there on his own and not doing much in particular.

But that was all irrelevant, as there was no sign of an easy exit through that room. Castiel pulled away from the door, seeing no reason to even step inside.

Edited 2010-07-14 19:36 (UTC)

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938569.html?thread=71087689#t71087689)]]

Footsteps in every direction. On the bright side, his destination was usually considerably more deserted than this. Enough for an uninterrupted murder, at any rate.

Taking care to keep to the side of the wall opposite to the Sun Room doors, Sasuke continued at full speed.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938569.html?thread=71109705#t71109705).]

He had settled on a story. Bucciarati, or Michelangelo, rather, had witnessed an alien's spacecraft crashing into the sea. The injured extraterrestrial, on the brink of death, had merged with Michelangelo and fused their minds to survive. It would require some fine-tuning, but it would surely work. It had the perfect mix of plausibility and impossibility to be believable.

After all, stranger things had happened, right?

[here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938569.html?thread=71027017#t71027017)]

Recluse strode forward at the head of the small group, glad for the lights behind him, not potentially in his eyes. Yes, it meant taking point, but that was entirely acceptable. He had the weapons that he'd made to protect him.

"There is often a guard of some variety stationed in the entrance area, which we will be entering next. Be on your guard," he warned to the two. There was no sense in losing one of them so quickly, after all.

Flashlight in hand, Tifa made quick work of the women's block and the main hallways, having walked through them several times with her friends. This time through, however, she came better prepared. She brought along her modified sweatshirt to keep her findings in and her new treasure that Tifa had a strange inkling she would be using before the night was over.

Vaguely recalling what the map had looked like in her mind, Tifa was pretty sure she needed to keep moving forward and eventually there would be a staircase to her right.

Edited 2010-07-18 23:16 (UTC)

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938569.html?view=71209801#t71209801)]

The next hallway was a little quieter, and that set Rika's nerves on edge. But at least she wasn't alone in this one, and didn't have anyone poking at her about being a witch. Still, the darkness was eerie and she'd heard stories about the things that could lurk in the dark. She decided following her own advice would be for the best - not staying somewhere too long.

"Which way from here?"

[from here]

As soon as they'd stepped within striking distance of the Sun Room doors, Lana regretted dropping Ema's hand. She tossed an arm out to forestall any headlong runs. "I'll take the opposite side of the door. Thumbs down if you hear signs of a struggle, thumbs up for all clear." She hated the thought of forcing Ema to use her damaged senses, but they needed every advantage they could get. She darted across the doorframe and pressed herself to the other side.

Nothing more than perhaps a muffled word or two reached her ears -- butterfly? Really? This was neither the time nor the place to be standing around discussing insect life. After another long moment of relative peace and quiet, she flashed a thumbs up and then immediately held up one finger, carefully illuminated, and hoped Ema would take the hint to stay back one more moment. She peered around the door, giving her a view of several men's shoulders and little else. One of them was Inspector Lunge; she couldn't pick any of the others out of the gloom.

Edited 2010-07-19 03:04 (UTC)

There were quite a few other patients in this area, but that wasn't much of a surprise. The Sun Room seemed to be a popular place to go, even though it was notorious for being dangerous. Peter figured that was because of the rumors about there being useful information hidden somewhere in the basement, but it wasn't something he'd looked into too much himself. There seemed to be as many people who insisted that it wasn't worth the amount of danger involved.

Right now, he had an equally important task to focus on. As they moved down the hall, Peter glanced back over his shoulder to make sure that Hanatarou was keeping up. "So," he said, figuring that they were in a safe enough area that he could strike up a conversation, "what are the other healers doing tonight? Were they busy doing something else?" Peter couldn't blame anyone for that. He probably would have dropped this all like a sack of potatoes if it had turned out that Claire had needed him, for instance.

Speaking of which, he really hoped that she was taking care of herself. He hadn't even been able to get a room number out of her, so there was no way of knowing, but just being aware that she was out there trying to find a weapon set him on edge. He'd wanted to go with her, but she'd been so stubborn about it...

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938569.html?thread=71239753#t71239753)]

Ugh! Shikamaru should have known better than to expect anything like mature rationality from someone like Temari, but how the hell did she survive this long back home if she just ignored any and all information about her surroundings? His loud grunt should have indicated that he was perfectly fine with watching her waltz off to a gruesome death, but Shikamaru wasn't a great actor.

"The guy in charge takes us from different times," he called after her as explanation for their age difference, but when that didn't stop her, Shikamaru pressed his hand to his forehead and started after her. He should have expected that the earlier relief would be temporary....and even if he hadn't been newly prone to them, Temari was enough to give anyone a headache.

"You don't even know where you're going," he said, catching up. Did she really have to make this so difficult? "And what do you think you can accomplish, anyway? Escape? If it were that easy, do you think I'd still be here?"

She probably did, actually.

_{[from here]}

The exchange happening in the far corner of the hall had escalated to a confrontation, and Aidou chose to retrace his steps back the way he’d come instead of trying to get around it.

Better, also, for staying within distance of the lobby.

The vampire had no intention of sticking around for too long, but for the moment he deemed it safe. No one had seen him--and no one was seeing him, as far as he could tell. Nearly impossible as it was to find one of his kind when they didn’t want to be found, the blood newly introduced into his system made Aidou feel… more aware. Every sense felt stronger, more enhanced. He really had needed to eat something. It was both admirable and pathetic that he was getting used to living on almost nothing.

_{[to here]}

Edited 2010-07-30 02:09 (UTC)

Here, Aigis did pause for a moment, contemplating her options. She knew if she went through the north door she would wind up in the Sun Room. She could continue through that room and find either a series of smaller rooms, some of which she had been in already and some she had not, or perhaps move to the cafeteria. But neither of those options appealed to her. She had no desire to search rooms used for menial activities during the day. A more productive approach would be to search out the sleep study rooms or Landel's office, or even just a safe way for the patients to escape.

To the south, Aigis imagined she would find the same exit they had been taken through when they had the day trip to Doyleton. While it was a direct route out, she saw no merit in risking running into a guard or security camera. And, if it had been an easy way to escape, surely other patients would have already used it to leave. No, she would need to look elsewhere.

She turned back to the hallway. If she continued on, she would find herself in places she had yet to see of the institute even during the day. Certainly there would be something new awaiting her. Having decided, Aigis once again struck out down the hallway, keeping up a brisk pace.

Yes, it might seem a shame that he put that fine mind and spirit to use scrubbing his socks and cooking his dinner, but that was part of the appeal, after all. Elaine wasn't just a spoil to claimed - she was a challenge to be conquered. Ah, to finally have her fiery spirit subservient to his own... of course, he had her in his grasp already, a loyal demon bride planning their wedding until Guybrush had to screw it up!

Even at the apex of LeChuck's victory, Threepwood had found a way to thwart him. And that was why, no matter how useful the oaf might seem in this hospital trap, he had to find a way to take his revenge. He would find a way to make that bufoonish buccaneer suffer - hopefully with the help of whoever he was meeting tonight.

That was when LeChuck stopped to look where he was going, and realized that he'd already passed the entrance to the Sun Room.

He'd taken his time in getting here, but it looked like the hallway was already crowded. There were people just passing through, milling around, even a fight starting to break out at one end. It was hard to tell if anyone had particularly pale skin by flashlight, but hopefully his own clue was enough for his mysterious appointment to find him.

Unless, of course, this "Paula" wasn't an enemy of Guybrush's that had played along, and was in fact a poor girl that he had traumatized with his advances. Which would not be terribly surprising, and would only add to the list of his sins.

[from here]

"Looks like we've got a bit of a crowd, yeah? I wonder what's in the Sun Room tonight." Taura didn't look afraid; neither did the people ranged around the hallway. No-one was injured, or fleeing. Just waiting for someone else to make the first move. They could do that. Even if there was someone inside, it'd just give Asuka a few minutes to catch up.

One of the groups held a familiar face -- the little girl, Rika, from last night. She seemed cheerful enough -- Taura smiled as she passed. Let Teresa and Yomi laugh at her; it was nice to have friends. It was a little strange how easy it had been to make them. Or, if she was honest with herself, not strange at all, given that she no longer terrified most people just by smiling. So few people could see beyond appearances; how many of those she'd met here would?

Would she trade them for her own body? There was a question; not in the sense of a hostage negotiation, but their appreciation. The lack of averted eyes and sharp breaths when she walked into a room weighed against the ability to know the people who did look her in the eye were truly her friends. Put that way, it was no choice at all.

Edited 2010-07-21 00:29 (UTC)

[From Main Hallway, 1-West. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938569.html?view=71323977#t71323977)]

Another length of hall passed with no acquaintances found or swift dispatch from the realm of the living incurred, and Yuyuko approached her goal. Just through the Sun Room lay the cafeteria, source of all food at Landel's and the only suitable nighttime goal for a lone hungry ghost.

[To the Sun Room. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/946197.html)]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938569.html?thread=71039305#t71039305)]

As far as staring was concerned, Hime could really care less. As a Royal, she was used to others focusing their attention on her. As a teenage girl who walked around in public wearing a black gothic lolita dress and a silver tiara, she had complete immunity to any looks she might get. So if Depth Charge was going to keep an eye on her so they didn't get separated, so be it.

[ what (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938569.html?thread=71364425#t71364425) ]

An eerie sort of calm came over Rolo's features, probably noticeable to anyone who was good at reading body language. Sure, he was still stiff and annoyed, but his expression remained fixed as he searched the sides of the hallway, looking opposite from the Sun Room. Rolo hadn't been to that part of the Institute before, but was it far away enough for what he was planning?

As long as Stephen was still following him, then it didn't really matter, but Rolo preferred to stay on the safe side. Not that he thought anyone was going to miss Stephen - after all, he acted like a moron most of the time and seemed to have nothing better to do than stalk people during the night when they were trying to get things done. Stephen was clearly a waste. He was probably going to do this place a favor.

Edited 2010-07-25 04:19 (UTC)

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938569.html?thread=71445321#t71445321)]

As the pair made their way through the hallway, it occurred to Yuffie that running into a friendly face had been an awesome stroke of luck. How, exactly, had she been planning to find her file, let alone anybody else's, without a flashlight?

It was a stupid oversight, but Yuffie didn't waste any time brooding over it. Dumb things happened, the end.

She glanced at Shinichi. "Not far now," she said, before reiterating the words with a mime—she held up her free hand, thumb and index finger spread wider apart, before bringing them together, stopping when only a small gap was left.

The next stretch of the hallway may have been new territory at night, but it was pretty much the same as the first part, and he'd been led this way countless times in the day. But he could feel his blood pumping loudly in his ear - he was getting excited, and his body was no doubt responding as he approached the doorway. He was sure he'd be attacked as soon as he entered, probably by some overpowered guardian that outmatched him significantly, and he'd have to fight for his life. It didn't matter if he won or lost, or what had happened before, or would happen after - he was about to enter the battlefield, and once all he had to worry about was the opponent in front of him, he'd be happy.

Edited 2010-08-01 04:52 (UTC)

[from here]

The halls were the same as usual, filled with people moving in groups or alone to other places. She wasted no time in scrutinizing the people, simply moved to the door needed, and then moved through it.

_{[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938786.html?thread=71508002#t71508002)]}

It was clear sailing all the way past the Sun Room, at least as far as Tsubaki could tell. There weren’t even a lot of people to thread around; she kept a nearly straight line down the hall until she started to pass into the less familiar east end.

And then before she could take one more step, her radio started to buzz.

Coming to a stumbling halt, her hand reflexively went to cover it where it sat tucked away in her clothing. Find me the man on the radio, the Head Doctor had said. Could it be…? After a few seconds of listening to the unfamiliar voice, breath held, she realized he must be. Jill had mentioned someone new, someone who needed help, and Landel had also said the new man on the radio.

Taking her radio out, she held it with both hands and silently repeated the name to herself. Marc. This was the person Landel wanted found? She couldn’t say if the radio people’s motives were any more trustworthy, but she nonetheless felt a knot in her chest at the idea of bringing the stranger before Landel and leaving him to whatever punishment the Head Doctor had in mind--because Landel certainly didn’t seem friendly toward him. And if Marc was out to help the prisoners, then Landel was recruiting those very same prisoners to hunt him…

Tsubaki winced and turned her head away when Marc’s voice was suddenly cut off. In the silence, it seemed obvious who had done it. If I don’t try to find him, what will happen to the others? To that girl? I… Her fingers tightened around the radio. Moments passed before she finally moved to put it away and turn back to the corridor.

She was willing to commit, but how was she to know what to do? No one path seemed less dangerous than the other.

_{[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/943482.html?thread=71508858#t71508858)]}

Edited 2010-08-03 01:56 (UTC)

[from here] ()

"It's usually what I carry around in Tartarus with me. Okay, maybe I tend to go for the European stle two-handed swords, but I do know how to use this," Junpei replied. "I am taking lessons too."

As soon as they stepped into the next hallway, Matt reached over and gripped Mello's elbow - lightly at first, a sign of hesitation. Then, after another moment, he looked up at the blond's eyes, giving him his usual blank look, and tightened his grip for barely a moment. Then he let go and started walking forward, down the hallway. He knew they would have headed upstairs after the doctor's office - what for, he wasn't sure, but Matt needed something - anything - to help him work off the adrenaline and fear that was still coursing through him from the sight of Mello running into the fight with his tight leather pants around his ankles.

Taking the lead in the hopes that he would be able to burn off the anxiety that was probably rolling off him in waves, Matt glanced over his shoulder at his friend. "When you catch your breath, mind lettin' me know what he said?" It was a long shot, but he figured Mello had paid more attention learning German than he had; it took all sorts of random skills for someone to be number one, after all. Or try to be, anyway.

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