Night 51: F11-F20 Hallway

[gald_digger]

As she retrieved the meat tenderizer from under her mattress, Anise listened to the Head Doctor's nighttime announcements. She got suspicious any time the subject of the radio man came up, and this time was no different. It was hard to consider that this new guy might be a genuine ally when the others had led them into danger so many times before. Anise wasn't going to trust him blindly.

The sound of a gasp and the Head Doctor's final words gave Anise pause, but she knew she couldn't think too much about it right now. Whatever reaction the Head Doctor wanted out of them, she wasn't going to give it to him.

Instead, she gave her candy apple a few more nibbles, picked up her flashlight, and headed out into the dark hallway.

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F16

[avengingfists.livejournal.com]

Ilia had managed to get a bit of her dinner down, though it hadn't settled well. Impatience had spoiled her appetite. She was ready to meet Anise for the night long before the intercom had signaled the beginning of the night. Flashlight in hand, she had practically been sitting on the edge of her chair, waiting for the moment to strike out.

The content of the doctor's final message made Ilia pause momentarily when she reached for the doorknob. Jill. She didn't know much about these 'Radio' people he talked about, but one thing was for certain; the one named 'Jill' was in trouble.

Ilia didn't need to hear anything more. Full of resolve, she threw open the door, only to remember at the last moment her roommate was trying to rest. So with a gentler touch, she took a step out into the hallway and closed the door behind her.

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[repeatingfate.livejournal.com]

Rika said a faint goodbye to Anise as she left, then sat on the bed for a few more minutes. Her head was finally starting to clear, but she was still woozy from the dose of sedatives she had received. The darkness wasn't helping that, but she tried to focus her eyes. A single point of light was all she needed, and for that, she found her flashlight, under her pillow as always. She turned it on and focused the light on the wall, looking at it until it regained its focus.

She didn't have her knife, but that was okay. She would be careful, quiet. And find someone to work with.

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F18

[fangirlfatale.livejournal.com]

Okay. Morgan LeFlay, Mighty Pirate Hunter™, had places to go and things to do. Just like last night, she exchanged those stupid soft slippers for boots and grabbed her flashlight and closet rod (the pipes had more heft to them, but they were also too small to be useful). It was a far cry from her regular clothes and sword, but something about the routine of getting freshly geared up for a job was still bracing. With renewed confidence, Morgan headed to the door and set off for the night.

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[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

Having situated the katana across her back, Momo picked up Leavatein and ran her fingers gently along the back of the still scorched and cracked blade. She had decided that in whatever fight she was to endure that night, she would wield Signum's sword in her honor. She'd practiced with the broadsword enough, received enough guidance from Celes before the general had disappeared, that she was confident in her ability to use it effectively.

She'd given Raine the artifacts to carry, telling her to keep them covered in a pillowcase until they were needed. Erika knew about them, but didn't know their exact description. There were sure to be others that did; the shinigami didn't want anyone following them too closely.

"Are you ready, Leavatein?"

"Jawohl," came the reply from the device's mechanical voice, still a bit off from the damage it'd taken. Momo hadn't learned to understand Ancient Belkan, but she'd had enough conversations with the device to know that was an affirmation.

Smiling softly at the blade, Momo nodded. "Then let's go," she said, to both Raine and Leavatein.

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[thatmaskedchick.livejournal.com]

Ruby was, to put it bluntly, sick of having nothing to do. Being confined in a building or a room was boring as hell (but not actually boring as Hell; demons had millennia to perfect their torture techniques and ensure that they always had new material). There was nowhere to escape to here, nothing but four walls and the occasional shower. Ruby knew that a lot of her exile was self-imposed— she tended to take her meals alone and only really left her room when she was forced to—but it was either sit around by her lonesome or have to play nice with others. There were entirely too many random teenagers around for her to leave that sort of thing to chance.

But once night had started, it was a completely different matter. She could take her knife out from its hiding place and move around as she pleased. Which generally meant “Sam.”

If she left early enough, she could hope to catch him at his room before he went off on whatever he was going to be doing for the evening. They’d have time to talk. About what, she wasn’t really sure yet. She’d think of something.

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[chainsaw-royal.livejournal.com]

Night once more, and the rather perturbing comments from the doctor. So, if Marc ever did anything too helpful for them, Landel would just turn off the languages again? Well, wasn't that a fair game. Then the matter of the rings: unless there was some hidden price for them beyond just a drop of blood - though that was something precious in and of itself, for the Royal at least - these seemed almost suspiciously beneficial for the patients in getting ahead in this game.

This all pointed to one thing: what they were doing was just a part within Landel's game and all still just running around in the palm of his hand. What Marc had almost offered them, however, was a way to play outside the game - which was why Landel had to silence him. Would the new radio man be able to offer more subtle hints that slipped below the radar, or was he now just another dog of the man in charge, handing out the scraps that were approved?

Ponderings for another time perhaps - that and the status of Jill, no doubt the one Landel had in his office by the sounds of it. Rather than unobtainable and unfathomable goals, Hime preferred to go with something more concrete - she'd still yet to make it to the supply closet for the tools she needed.

Gearing up, the princess set out into the night.

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F13

[highvoltagegirl.livejournal.com]

Claire was being an insufferable bitch today, and Elle was thankful to be done picking at her dinner and forcing herself to not try to kill her blonde, unfortunately named roommate. She didn't really listen to the intercom as it crackled on for the millionth time today. She'd already adjusted to not hearing it, her mind listing it as background ambience. The only noise important to her was the clicking of the door as it unlocked. Freedom.

But she wouldn't just rush off this time. Not after the night before, and her stupid mishap with Pom-Pom. Before leaving the room she ransacked it, grabbing her flashlight from under her pillow and the baseball bat she'd acquired the night before. She yanked it out of the closet and clutched it close to her chest with her free hand, acting like Claire would see it and get ideas about stealing it if she didn't. Elle didn't trust her roommate at all. She couldn't shake the sensation that she was out to get her. And that wasn't her misdiagnosed paranoia speaking.

Once she was out in the hallway, she breathed a sigh of relief.

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F18

[nobleobliged.livejournal.com]

Sleep studies, the doctor had said, and her lips thinned accordingly. The following announcement left Natalia torn; it sounded as if the man had someone captive, from the context, Jill. Though Natalia could only put together a thin idea of Jill's identity from the few previous broadcasts she had heard, any person against the Head Doctor was an ally of hers.

But, Natalia knew, she had something more pressing to first address. Gathering the same replies as she had the night prior (flashlight, radio, three pens, folded sheet of paper), Natalia bid her roommate luck and set forth into the hallway, turning right and striding swiftly in what she knew to be the direction to Block M-B. Claude's room was located in the block as Honey's and the meeting place for Cake Club, making the trek simpler.

Her third night; the same path; these things compounded to keep her steps confident down the dark hall, to almost eliminate her desire to snap on her flashlight and go by its ray. From one hallway to another; Natalia turned left at the end.

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