damned_institute | Night 51: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

The shadows were beginning to coil and twist in Sechs' vision again; another sign that the night was already aging. The poison which that despicable doctor left in Sechs' system wasn't going to let its host attain his goal without a fight. Sechs clenched his teeth together and kept a strong and determined pace down the hallway. He had backup, a plan to fight back, he knew he did. He couldn't bear to think of what could happen if he didn't...

If his Original was stored somewhere in the institute, Sechs' best guess was that she'd be up on the second floor or even that mysterious third one that he used to hear rumors about before the nurses clamped down on the bulletin board with their censorship. If that were the case, Sechs would have to be ready to face that terrible hallway again... the same one he was taken to when...

A patch of darkness to Sechs' left suddenly grew jaws and snapped at him. The Replica flinched but didn't attack back. By now he was starting to figure out what was real and what were just the drug's illusions; the poison was sure to give Sechs hell tonight for what happened the night before. He had to be ready for it.

Sechs increased his pace and moved down to the next hallway.

Edited 2010-08-28 23:02 (UTC)

Finally pushing through the door, Locke looked both ways and saw two doors, each as ominous as the other. One door was closer to him, and he noted it, but he couldn't just ignore the other exit, further away. Once the door closed behind him, Locke let out a sharp breath as he took a turn for the long way out.

When he reached the end of the hallway, Locke didn't waste any time in moving onward, towards... well, whatever was beyond the door. All for the good cause of exploring! Or something to that extent.

Edited 2010-08-31 07:06 (UTC)

[From here.]

The Scarecrow moved through the halls quickly, already knowing exactly where he wanted to go, not even pausing to think about the fact that his flashlight had failed to come on after several clicks. His mind was elsewhere- he was going be able to think, to do some good! He'd been so long without a useful brain- he'd nearly forgotten what it was like to be able to manage things.

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The southern part of this hall, by the nurse's station. That was what Jones' note had said, and Harvey was just glad that he'd gotten to it before the nurses had ripped it down in a fit of censorship. He knew it made sense that they weren't going to let them exchange information so easily, and yet it definitely made things that much more difficult.

Still, he knew where to go and so he maneuvered around the other patients who were lingering in the hall, heading straight through at a decent pace.

[To here.]

[ From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/966406.html?thread=72341510#t72341510) ]

Amaterasu was doing amazingly well. She had broken out into a run as she reached the newest hallway, her flashlight sending wild bounces all across the area.

[ To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/965330.html?thread=72342738#t72342738) ]

He took another deep drag off his smoke as he came out into the main hallway, chuckling quietly and to himself; he was in a good mood - there was hardly anyone around at this point, and he had his smokes in one pocket, and he was damn sure half the pack would be gone before the night was done - though it was beyond obvious that he would need to ration them out as he went along. Which he wasn't going to enjoy, he was sure, but in a place like this? Yeah, it needed to be done.

Turning right, Matt headed toward the next hallway down, to where he normally ran into Mello.

Edited 2010-08-30 19:59 (UTC)

[from here]

Last night, he had been moving completely blind, with no idea what the halls looked like or what was where. Tonight... well, he was still pretty much blind, but he knew where he was going this time! He remembered the nurse taking him out this way after he woke up and on the way back to the room. He hadn't exactly memorized the path or anything, but he remembered they went through the door right next to this one and then followed the hallway and then... then... um...

Well, they took him to that big room and it was SOMEWHERE around there at the end of the hall. He'd figure it out. Walking the path would help jog his memory.

Snow carefully felt along the wall for the door that was right around there somewhere. This was the same door he'd gone through last night, too, so he was already sure enough of where it was. As soon as he found the door, he slipped on through and kept moving.

[to here]

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[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/966406.html?thread=72335622#t72335622)]

There was only one person in this hall, a younger guy Indy didn't know. Indy edged past him and kept going toward the exterior door at the far end. Since he was thinking about it, he asked Dent idly, "Don't suppose you know anything about astronomy, do you?" It was worth a shot, anyway.

It annoyed Harvey that they were now heading back in the direction that he had just come from, but he knew it wasn't worth getting up in arms about, even if he was fully equipped to do so. Now he was fated to climb a wall regardless of which way they went, which was also bothersome. But he'd managed it before, as much as it put undue stress on his charred body.

He continued down the hall at Jones' side, finding that it had mostly emptied out by then. He knew not that much time had been wasted by moving down a hall, and yet latching on to the smallest things and getting irritated by them was practically a pastime of his by now.

Though when Jones spoke up, Harvey did have to fight to not pause and stare. Of all the things to make small talk about at a time like this, and the guy was discussing stars? "You've got the wrong guy," he said with a frown as he made sure to keep pace with the man. He didn't want to feel like he was the tag-along here. "I grew up in a pretty polluted city. We didn't see much of the stars."

As they reached the door at the end of the corridor, he made sure to grab for the knob and lead them out.

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The hallways remained as silent as ever, their cold darkness enveloping almost all sound. He didn't mind it, really. Unlike the night past, Venom kept his stride even and unrushed, his right hand forcing the tip of the baseball bat to tap against his shoulder - a metronome counting his steps. There was no need to run at this time and especially not in his condition, and though he wasn't about to let his wounds get in his way this night, he would have to reserve his energy for the mission.

Keep moving.

[To here]

Edited 2010-09-01 17:30 (UTC)

[From here]

Kaito kept an eye out for wayward detectives as he moved; it wouldn't do to have them spot him before he was ready to be seen. The grey Institute clothes hid his suit well in the dark hall, but all it would take was the beam of a flashlight to single him out... If the detectives found him, they might try to get him to join them on their chase, and then there wouldn't be a chase. He may have been able to pull off (supposedly) being in two places at once at home, but there were no well-timed movies or meddling sorceresses here to assist him.

He reached the door at the end of the hall and slipped outside.

[To here]

Edited 2010-09-01 00:57 (UTC)

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/969866.html?thread=72430474#t72430474)]

The worst thing about all of this, Wally reflected, was that he had to walk everywhere. Slowly. While he'd been pretty lucky in the past, people might notice someone superspeeding around the place, and even more so if he put on his costume, and Wally was still uncertain about wearing it when Bruce had warned him not to.

Sure, Bats wasn't really around anymore, so there was that, but still...

He sighed, shoving his free hand into his pocket and trudging further along the hallway. Thinking about Bats being here and then not and the stuff they'd talked about - the arguments as well, he recalled with a wince - was making him feel depressed and nostalgic again. And when Wally was feeling down, he liked to help himself to a couple of containers of Ben and Jerry's, but he doubted Landel was just going to have some of that lying around. It was too bad about the last night he'd been out, when they'd randomly found themselves in that refrigerator with the ice cream and cake. He could have done with a relocation like that again.

His stomach rumbling an agreement to that idea, Wally continued on into the next hallway.

It was slow moving back to her room. The more she walked on her bad leg, the more it complained. Tifa had hoped a bit of warming up would weaken the ache, but judging by the dampness that began to envelop her bandage, all was not well. The brunette wasn't sure if it was blood or pus, but neither were welcomed. All it did was remind her that she was going to be useless until everything completely healed, and who the hell knew when that would be? Yuffie's Limit Break couldn't even do a proper job. This place was truly terrible.

Eventually, Tifa called it quits to catch her breath. She wasn't exhausted, but she ached in places she shouldn't have. Very few patients were around to spot her, so, keeping the yellow light of her flashlight pointed down, the young fighter leaned against the wall for a bit of support, waiting for her leg muscles to stomp their spasms.

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Exiting the stretch of hallway that he assumed to be made up of more dormitory-style rooms, Isaac found himself in yet another hallway.

He sighed, quickly glancing around as he walked slowly through, clutching the flashlight in his hand. Nothing particularly frightening yet, aside from the very uninteresting, very blank walls.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/966406.html?thread=72464390#t72464390)]

Edited 2010-09-04 03:50 (UTC)

There was a slight snag, Oliver realized as he entered the next hall (which, he was both relieved and irritated to realize, did have slightly more traffic), and that was that he wasn't entirely sure where he was going. Given what he'd seen of the numbering system so far, he guessed that Alvin's room was somewhere in the block he'd been in the night before.

The hall running parallel to te one he was in, then. That should be the right area. He certainly hoped so, anyways; he didn't want to have to spend too much time searching.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/969866.html?thread=72445578#t72445578).]

Shinichi still hadn't had time to get new batteries for his flashlight, so he had to squint in the dark, feeling along the walls and praying that he didn't run into anything that wanted a detective sandwich between his room and Heiji's. So far, so good. There were a few people still in the hallway, and the beams from their flashlights made the whole experience somewhat bearable.

He just hoped that there was a moon out tonight.

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/970451.html?thread=72446163#t72446163).]

Edited 2010-09-03 02:46 (UTC)

Shit. Shit. What the hell was that? Locke thoroughly shut the door behind him from the recreational field, panting as he took several steps back, as far away from the door as possible. Maybe... maybe that wasn't such a great idea. But he couldn't just sit around here and wait for something to happen. Keeping a wary and watchful eye at the door, Locke brushed his knuckles over his lower lip as he continued taking some steps back, with the intent of getting to the other side of the hallway.

Was it following him? It wasn't completely out of the question, unless it was confined to one area in particular. Whatever it was, Locke was sure he didn't want to run into it again—not by a long shot.

Another path. He'd take another path, and avoid that... thing altogether.

Edited 2010-09-05 03:02 (UTC)

[From here.]

The ordinarily dull padding of socked feet on the floor hit the hallway like machine gun fire, rapid and zooming through at unnatural speeds. Peter wasn't wasting time. He needed to get to the second floor now, and god help anyone who wandered into his path. He was sprinting too fast to dodge.

It wasn't just panic that was driving him. He didn't know where they did the sleep studies. It was on the second floor, everyone knew that. But the exact location wasn't listed anywhere on the crumpled map in his hands. If he had to look all over the second floor, he needed as much time as he could get. He couldn't afford to waste a moment. Brainy was up there.

If there was one scratch - even the tiniest nick on him - Peter was going to kill them.

[To here.]

Edited 2010-09-05 01:45 (UTC)

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/964227.html?thread=72474499#t72474499)]

From one hall to another, Grell wandered aimlessly, only following the notion that few stayed in the patient blocks this late at night. And he could tell it was late. There weren't many lingering about waiting for their comrades and those that were seemed to have had a bit of a rough night already. Grell himself had taken his sweet time in getting ready, so he knew he was late.

And yet he didn't much care. There was little he had to look forward to and--

Rapid footsteps echoed off the walls as someone took off at a sprint down toward the main hallway. Grell paused and glanced in that direction, listening carefully. The footfalls were urgent, desperate, as if someone was being chased or was doing the chasing. Whatever it was, it would prove interesting.

With a smirk, Grell turned and headed off after them.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/963137.html?thread=72487745#t72487745)]

Edited 2010-09-05 02:37 (UTC)

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/966406.html?view=72503558#t72503558)]

Finally, finally! In this hallway, she needed only walk a few steps before turning to the door to M-B Block. This close, she did not pause to look along the stretching darkness, to wonder who passed. No, Natalia moved eagerly through the doors, and indeed, again, nearly broke into a run.

This stopped her: suppose she were to arrive winded? How unsightly, how disgraceful!

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/965330.html?view=72504530#t72504530)]

Edited 2010-09-05 15:47 (UTC)

[From here]

Just as he stepped into the hallway, the door clicked shut behind him. He was quite grateful for that. Even so, he wasted no time in heading south, lest he give that mutant spider a chance to break through and pursue him again.

Without his flashlight, the main hallway seemed much darker and more forbidding than it usually did to von Karma. However, there was enough patient traffic through it right now -- one lone man nearby and, from the distant voices and lights, more patients to the south -- that he could persevere for now. Once he reached relative safety, he would have to determine what his best course of action would be for the remainder of the night.

[Skipping one hallway to here, to save time (and sort of timeskipping to avoid running into his "old buddy" in South Hall 1-A XD )]

Edited 2010-09-05 23:55 (UTC)

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/966406.html?thread=72514310#t72514310)]

She continued along the way Erika had led her the night before, wondering if any fights had broken out on the field tonight. Leela was sure her fellow patients weren't insane, as such, but a significant minority of them sure seemed to be violent. Not that she blamed them at all. She was just used to being the only person around who wasn't totally inept at violence.

"So, are you from some crazy sort of world like a lot of the people here?" She wondered why she hadn't tried aksing this way before. That took the heat off her if the other person said something like, No, what kind of crazy world, weirdo?

"Me?" Well, in one way the world he came from was crazy enough, but that wasn't exactly what she was looking for. "Nah, I'm from Japan. Different country, same world. Although..." Niikura laughed. "Some people think we're pretty crazy."

He looked curiously at Leela. "How about you?" Her hair automatically placed her as an outsider, but it could just be excellently dyed.

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"I knew someone who had met the first man on the radio," he said, voice only loud enough to be audible to his companions. It wasn't a secret, per se, but it was not precisely information to broadcast loudly in the halls at this time of night, either. "But that was -- over two weeks ago. Well before Landel claimed to have killed him.

"What did this one have to say?" Assuming that anything useful had been said -- despite the more earnest nature of these other broadcasters, Sasuke remained dubious of their intentions. Pawns were no more than pawns irrespective of what side played the game, after all.

Both of the teens had answers that would have been enough to worry Zack if he had not seen that sort of wear and tear in the past. The truth was that a lot of the people in Shin-Ra's military force were young. There were even a few kids who had managed to work their way up to Second and Third classes of SOLDIER, kind of like him. It seemed like age hardly seemed to matter a lot of the time, but it was impossible for him not to notice. In the end, though, he simply decided to leave it alone instead of asking further questions. Neither of them seemed open to it after their clipped replies.

Besides, the topic had taken a turn to the radio, and Zack was glad he'd brought his along. So it was true that the current guy had made contact with some of the patients, then. And apparently it had happened in the past, though by the sounds of it, that was pretty rare.

"So I guess he's trustworthy at least to that extent," he remarked as they moved down the hallway. Zack was glad for that. Having someone they could rely on, at least slightly, was nice. Even though he was used to having to solve things on his own, he wasn't going to say no to some outside help. That all depended on whether or not the man could get around Landel's attempts to block him, though. Zack was crossing his fingers for him -- figuratively, at least. His hands were a bit too full to do it for real.

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He knew it was irrational, but even so Depth Charge couldn't help the little stab of guilt that came with leaving his radio in his room. He'd met Marc in person, and somehow that was enough to make him feel like he'd stood the guy up just because he didn't have room for it on his person- slag, he'd even managed to put both of his hands and pockets to use. Where was he supposed to carry the stupid thing anyway, in his mouth? He'd probably hear about it in the bulletin board the next day- and Hime was sure to be listening for him. They had it covered between them.

Speaking of which (or should that be "witch"?), said practicality hadn't been extended to the two-way radio. It was probably stupid and dangerous to carry more than he needed to, but he still disliked the idea of leaving it behind; if Hime got into trouble and needed help, there was a chance she could call him up and drag him over. He needed to be available, even if he wasn't there in person. Tch. Damn brat. If he wasn't careful he was gonna end up with more obligations to her than an insecticon army had antennae. Even the word gave him the creeps: "obligation". Sounded like they were getting married rather than beating the tar out of monsters together.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/963501.html?thread=72534957#t72534957).]

As Bucciarati walked down the hallway, he couldn't help but think of his friends back home. It had been days since Bucciarati had been spirited away to this hellish place, so whatever had happened had long since concluded, but...Bucciarati simply couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. It wasn't that he doubted his teammates abilities, but...

No, he had to have faith. They were young, yes, but they were experienced enough to overcome whatever obstacles stood in their way. Bucciarati pressed on, just as he was sure his team back in Italy had done.

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Memory was well and good, but it wasn't what guided Nigredo's steps. And though the child had nothing to say to his brother that wasn't already put forth, he could not remain distanced with crying filling his head. It was not proper. You did not leave Albedo to cry when you found him. That was all.

He found a door toward the furthest end of the corridor, one he remembered from another night. The events of that night were stifled without ever surfacing, allowing the child to push past to the next area.

[To here.]

Edited 2010-09-15 04:56 (UTC)

"After all," he said, moving into the next hallway with a careful swish of his flashlight (somehow, he always felt more confident when he was with someone else- never mind the fact that bigger crowds always seemed to draw scarier monsters, and never mind the fact that the scariest monster he'd faced yet had turned up when he was with Sechs) and not without a hint of pride, "I am a Kaioshin."

Kibitoshin paused. Would... Michaelangelo and Sticky Fingers even know what that meant? Damn. There went his big moment.

Swiftly, before either of them could say anything (not that Sticky Fingers seemed to say much at all- maybe he was the strong, silent type?), he tried to explain himself. "A-a Kaioshin is like a universal guardian, by the way. I'm supposed to take care of the universe and watch over all of the planets for big, cosmic disturbances." The 'supposed to' hurt to admit, but his conscience wouldn't let him exaggerate any further than he really needed to. After all, he'd already taken the executive decision to not confess to leaving most of the work to humans...

Bucciarati thought he had seen it all. A creature that could create zippers on anything it touched. A sword that when anything was stabbed with it, said object was deflated. A turtle that not only contained a full-sized living room inside itself, but also somehow received cable television and had a working, well-stocked refrigerator inside. To explain all this to the other residents of the institute, he had claimed that stands were aliens. Of course, only Bucciarati make such a claim only to actually meet an alien.

"Take care..." Bucciarati repeated slowly, "Of the universe?" For the first time in as long as he could remember, Bucciarati was speechless. "I...what? How did you manage to be brought here if you're a cosmic guardian? Isn't this kind of...well, beneath you? N-Not to be rude or anything!"

Good God... Bucciarati thought to himself, his perception of the institute's true purpose rapidly changing, This can't be the Boss' work...not even a stand as mighty as King Crimson could defeat an all-powerful...Kaioshin.

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