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Night 51: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
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In contrast to the main hallway in the block behind her, this section of hallway seemed to be completely quiet. Creepily so, and dark with the sort of darkness that scared children (and, okay, maybe some teenagers who were completely mature and rational otherwise, which group definitely didn't include her) and made them jump from the center of the floor to the bed rather than step too close to the thick shadows underneath it. Minako paused a moment to turn in a complete circle, shining her light around the hallway to make certain there wasn't anything lurking... at least, not within the range of her flashlight's beam.
...yeah, okay, thinking about it too much was just going to freak her out, wasn't it. Minako sniffed and flipped her hair back over her shoulder, looking the picture of absolute indifference just in case anything watching might care if she was worried or something, then flounced off down the hallway without a sideways nervous glance. She did, of course, remain entirely alert and listening for sounds of movement, but that was kind of habit by now.
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In contrast to the main hallway in the block behind her, this section of hallway seemed to be completely quiet. Creepily so, and dark with the sort of darkness that scared children (and, okay, maybe some teenagers who were completely mature and rational otherwise, which group definitely didn't include her) and made them jump from the center of the floor to the bed rather than step too close to the thick shadows underneath it. Minako paused a moment to turn in a complete circle, shining her light around the hallway to make certain there wasn't anything lurking... at least, not within the range of her flashlight's beam.
...yeah, okay, thinking about it too much was just going to freak her out, wasn't it. Minako sniffed and flipped her hair back over her shoulder, looking the picture of absolute indifference just in case anything watching might care if she was worried or something, then flounced off down the hallway without a sideways nervous glance. She did, of course, remain entirely alert and listening for sounds of movement, but that was kind of habit by now.
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In good news, Guybrush was making amazing time as he jogged the familiar path through the hallways and toward the ladies' halls. There weren't any monsters in sight, he could see thanks to his flashlight (which had miraculously returned to his room after the previous night), he wasn't thinking about LeChuck's special two-handed cutlass- crud. Scratch that last one.
In bad news, his leg was really feeling the burn of the run. Every other step was punctuated with an "Ow," the scratches he'd received from the demon frogs deciding to finally annoy him when he needed his legs to work.
The worst part was that he'd nearly forgotten Elaine's room number (and the song he'd come up with to help him remember it). "Something something, picking up chicks, Plunderbunny living... uh... F26! Yes!"
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