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damned_institute2010-08-28 06:40 pm
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Night 51: West Wing, North Hall 1-A
[from here.]
Here was that right turn. About the only place Logan could get to with no confusion was the bulletin board, and by extension the cafeteria: straight down the hall, take two lefts. Once he got there, there was a possibility that he'd get held up - a handful of people had all said the same thing: trying to go through that room at night was a bad idea.
Well, it was a good idea; it just also happened to be dangerous. It sounded like the crew that'd tried to hit the basement last night had gotten held up, and there was nowhere else that could happen. There were two doors in the cafeteria that indicated there was some other way to get in, but Logan had no idea what that was. There was a door way behind him, but that was the wrong direction. With any luck, Kurt would have an idea.
With his luck, both doors led to goddamn broom closets.
[To here.]
Here was that right turn. About the only place Logan could get to with no confusion was the bulletin board, and by extension the cafeteria: straight down the hall, take two lefts. Once he got there, there was a possibility that he'd get held up - a handful of people had all said the same thing: trying to go through that room at night was a bad idea.
Well, it was a good idea; it just also happened to be dangerous. It sounded like the crew that'd tried to hit the basement last night had gotten held up, and there was nowhere else that could happen. There were two doors in the cafeteria that indicated there was some other way to get in, but Logan had no idea what that was. There was a door way behind him, but that was the wrong direction. With any luck, Kurt would have an idea.
With his luck, both doors led to goddamn broom closets.
[To here.]
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The door was given a serious look as Gumshoe stepped out of the stranger's way. Wait a minute! If that thing had wanted him for the main course, chances were someone else might have ended up being the entrée! The detective scratched the back of his head. ... Though he was pretty sure there hadn't been a single drop of blood on the floor when he scooped up that flashlight.
Speaking of blood... His stomach turned when he felt a sudden wetness on his right leg...
"What!?" he exclaimed, his head jerking back up so he could glare at the guy. He gulped and clenched both of his sore hands at his sides before marching through another door.
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