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damned_institute2010-09-07 05:07 am
scarefaux) wrote in damned_institute2010-09-07 05:07 am
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Night 51: Doctor's Office 5 [Dr. Venkman]
[From here.]
The brown hues of Dr. Venkman's office looked black in the dim light from Scar's flashlight, making the room look far darker than the hallway and a hundred times less inviting than it had seemed in the daytime. The light crossing the desk brought the trinkets strewn about it to life as large shadows on the wall. The Scarecrow swallowed that lump forming in his throat, mustering his courage as he tip-toed into the room. He'd half-expected Dr. Venkman to be there for some reason, sitting in his chair, his expression flat no matter what was said to him, as was expected of someone who probably knew a great deal and was bored with simple matters of the body and mind. After a moment with no sound, no indication he was in the room, the former strawman crossed the threshold.
Luckily, the Scarecrow remembered the layout of the room from his visit only days before. Finding the chair near the desk, he pulled it toward the bookshelf along the wall. Though he couldn't read the framed papers hanging above the shelf just yet, he knew the general spot where the one he'd eyed was. If he could just find it and get his hands on it, maybe everything would fall into place.
First things first- he needed the light. "Over here, Scar!" he said in a whisper, motioning for the former lion to illuminate the wall.
The brown hues of Dr. Venkman's office looked black in the dim light from Scar's flashlight, making the room look far darker than the hallway and a hundred times less inviting than it had seemed in the daytime. The light crossing the desk brought the trinkets strewn about it to life as large shadows on the wall. The Scarecrow swallowed that lump forming in his throat, mustering his courage as he tip-toed into the room. He'd half-expected Dr. Venkman to be there for some reason, sitting in his chair, his expression flat no matter what was said to him, as was expected of someone who probably knew a great deal and was bored with simple matters of the body and mind. After a moment with no sound, no indication he was in the room, the former strawman crossed the threshold.
Luckily, the Scarecrow remembered the layout of the room from his visit only days before. Finding the chair near the desk, he pulled it toward the bookshelf along the wall. Though he couldn't read the framed papers hanging above the shelf just yet, he knew the general spot where the one he'd eyed was. If he could just find it and get his hands on it, maybe everything would fall into place.
First things first- he needed the light. "Over here, Scar!" he said in a whisper, motioning for the former lion to illuminate the wall.