Night 51: M101-M110 Hallway

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Dammit. He was hungry again.

Not that he ever stopped being hungry, but it could be ignored for a while after he'd had a chance to devour something. Though Heat had managed to get that meal the night before, the animal hadn't been all that large. The Institute seemed capable of curbing his hunger to some degree (he didn't think he could have gone for three or four days without proper food in the Junkyard without going mad) but it was still there, forever gnawing at him.

Since he actually had his mind to himself that night, he might as well take some time to see if he couldn't find bigger prey. He really hated thinking in those terms, but there was no way around the fact that Landel had the ability to make him think the way he wanted whenever he pleased. It was infuriating.

He left his radio. It hadn't done him any good before and he needed both hands for his weapons anyway. The man that spoke on it had only empty words for them as far as he was concerned. The stuffed doll, however, he decided to bring along - just in case he ran into, well, a certain someone.

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[longlivetheking]

Though last night's rest likely did him more good than harm, Scar wasn't planning to stay in his room for yet another night. So after another silent dinner, the former lion collected the steel pipe and the portable light and left his room as soon as the doors unlocked.

Green eyes glanced in every direction of the hallway, which turned out to be empty. Not intending to remain here longer than necessary, Scar continued on his way.

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M109

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Minato awoke groggily to the crackling sounds of the intercom, one ear still turned to his pillow as he listened. The screeching drew him completely out of his sleepy state, and he sat up.

And promptly sneezed.

Wonderful. What a way to start a night. His headache had subsided at least, and he could feel Orpheus and Thanatos "awake" at the back of his head. Now it was just a matter of getting ready and heading out. Sword, check. Evoker secured to his waist, check. Keys, check. Flashlight...

He checked the batteries of his flashlight, knowing he would need to find replacements within the next few days; if they lost power in the same amount of time the last pair had, he would be without a working flashlight in about three nights--four if he was lucky.

Eating an apple and drinking some of the water he had grabbed a few nights ago helped, and he packed the water bottle while he contemplated what he should be doing. He wished he had managed to speak more with Aigis, but apparently that would have to wait until tomorrow, unless he wanted to scour the women's block for her room -- and even then there was only a slim chance, since she would likely be moving around tonight, too.

Stifling the beginnings of another sneeze, he hurried out of the room and locked the door behind him.

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Ah, finally! almost ran to door 101, knocking on it a little hurriedly. He hoped Lugnut was still here, but he'd completely understand if he wasn't, given the little, uh, nap HK had accidentally taken during the evening refueling shift.