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damned_institute2010-07-11 04:56 am
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NIght 50: West Wing, North Hall 1-B
[from here]
There was no one here yet. And wasn't that strange? If she remembered correctly, there was a male patient block here. Even if it was away from the others, it should still be fairly well occupied. Were they all just staying in for the night? It was also odd that no one from the female block had come up this way yet either. Either it was just too early, or something had happened in her absence that kept others from coming this way unless they had a larger group with them (or not at all).
Callisto stopped to shine her light down into the adjacent hall, seeing if she could pick out anyone heading out of their room. She thought she heard the sounds of people moving about on the other side of the wall, so it couldn't be completely empty. Was there any point in waiting around? She didn't need someone to accompany her, and it had only slowed her up in the past anyway.
She would wait a bit, perhaps, if only to sate her own curiosity before moving on.
There was no one here yet. And wasn't that strange? If she remembered correctly, there was a male patient block here. Even if it was away from the others, it should still be fairly well occupied. Were they all just staying in for the night? It was also odd that no one from the female block had come up this way yet either. Either it was just too early, or something had happened in her absence that kept others from coming this way unless they had a larger group with them (or not at all).
Callisto stopped to shine her light down into the adjacent hall, seeing if she could pick out anyone heading out of their room. She thought she heard the sounds of people moving about on the other side of the wall, so it couldn't be completely empty. Was there any point in waiting around? She didn't need someone to accompany her, and it had only slowed her up in the past anyway.
She would wait a bit, perhaps, if only to sate her own curiosity before moving on.
no subject
He was struck by the scent of Venom once again (only temporarily heightened by the smell of the man's blood), and once again the vampire wondered what was wrong that had turned him so... frantic. Cool indifference seemed to be his main frame of mind; or it had, at least, until they had seen the thing that looked like Zato. It was fascinating how devotion had quickly turned into hatred. Even hunting him like an animal, Edward had felt the cold killer in Venom's mind. It was really the first time he had felt how deep the murderer was in him.
You're too old to care about things like that now, he told himself, moving swiftly through the hallway, the large shape in the pillowcase hitting the area between his shoulder blades with each step. He used to kill men that were in Venom's field, sure. He'd even killed Venom before. But it was becoming harder to tell whether he wanted to defend this particular assassin because he had some deeper quality to defend, or rather because he was an asset.
Hard to tell. Working with humans was still so far beyond him.
It was best to keep Bella and Venom away from each other for now - like separate parts of his life at the institute. Sometimes Venom seemed sane, sometimes... unhinged. An unpredictable personality was not what he wanted near her, even if he trusted Venom enough with himself.
Move quickly. He urged himself onward.
[To here.]