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Nightshift 23 - Stairs Near Lobby 1
[Coming in from here]
So far so good.
The stairs to the second floor should be around here. So far they hadn't run into any of the locals here, which was both a good and bad thing: they didn't have to expend needless energy defending themselves, but, on the other hand, that also meant no food. Brock sighed, searching the walls for the door to the stairs, and tried to not focus on the fact that he was not only starving again for human food (apparently they were still recovering from last night), but he was also getting pretty hungry for some of the fresh, rather socially inacceptable meat that had a habit of walking on two legs.
It would be the first time that he could remember that he'd fed when he wasn't Venom. While it probably wasn't a far stretch to assume that the symbiote took his body on joyrides when he was asleep or unconscious, there still remained the fact that he didn't recall any incident where he'd killed with his bare hands, fed as Eddie Brock only.
The mental image of himself crouched over a corpse and going for the head was a bit nauseating, actually and he had to hurriedly focus on the walls before him, rearing up in the darkness and grainy in their eyes. Being back to near-human apparently made him somewhat squeamish again.
It's just a need like normal eating, Brock thought, echoing the reassurances of his Other. It's perfectly okay. We have as much a right to exist as everyone else.
The blond paused before the stairs, slightly comforted by this, and started up them, careful to watch his feet and feeling along the rails with one hand. Hopefully the Chapel was empty when they got there; Brock was all for feeding outside it, but it seemed wrong to profane that kind of ground with even their very honest needs. It just didn't feel right to pull that kind of shit in a holy place (while it didn't have any religious markers, Brock still felt it was special and deserved the proper respect).
So far so good.
The stairs to the second floor should be around here. So far they hadn't run into any of the locals here, which was both a good and bad thing: they didn't have to expend needless energy defending themselves, but, on the other hand, that also meant no food. Brock sighed, searching the walls for the door to the stairs, and tried to not focus on the fact that he was not only starving again for human food (apparently they were still recovering from last night), but he was also getting pretty hungry for some of the fresh, rather socially inacceptable meat that had a habit of walking on two legs.
It would be the first time that he could remember that he'd fed when he wasn't Venom. While it probably wasn't a far stretch to assume that the symbiote took his body on joyrides when he was asleep or unconscious, there still remained the fact that he didn't recall any incident where he'd killed with his bare hands, fed as Eddie Brock only.
The mental image of himself crouched over a corpse and going for the head was a bit nauseating, actually and he had to hurriedly focus on the walls before him, rearing up in the darkness and grainy in their eyes. Being back to near-human apparently made him somewhat squeamish again.
It's just a need like normal eating, Brock thought, echoing the reassurances of his Other. It's perfectly okay. We have as much a right to exist as everyone else.
The blond paused before the stairs, slightly comforted by this, and started up them, careful to watch his feet and feeling along the rails with one hand. Hopefully the Chapel was empty when they got there; Brock was all for feeding outside it, but it seemed wrong to profane that kind of ground with even their very honest needs. It just didn't feel right to pull that kind of shit in a holy place (while it didn't have any religious markers, Brock still felt it was special and deserved the proper respect).
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It wasn't long before Roy made it to the meeting point he'd set, though he wasn't surprised that he'd beaten Hawkeye there. Technically, the male block was closer. He doubted he would have to wait long before she showed up, so he planted himself in front of the stairway.
Admittedly, it was a little unnerving to be out in the middle of the hallway on his own, but he would be ready for anything that might try to attack him. He still had his lighter and his matches, though he was going to run out sooner or later...
He didn't want to think too much about that.
Feeling for the keyring and the three keys attached to it, he had to wonder which doors the two remaining keys opened. There was a very small possibility he wouldn't have to find out, if the entry room led him --
But no, it couldn't be that easy. Nonetheless, he had to investigate.
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She had some ideas concerning one or two of his clues, but that wasn't important right now, and it was likely the colonel had deciphered those and more if he'd been listening. Once the radio clicked off, she began moving again at a careful jog. The dim lighting was, unfortunately, as advantageous to her as it would be to whatever might be hiding in its shadows, but she made it out of the women's block and into the broader halls without incident. She took more care now that she was out in the open, listening in a crouch at the corner before casting a wary glance towards the stairwell.
Clear so far, or at least, there was no threat she could see. Crossing the corridor, she kept close to the far wall as she approached her commander.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, sir," she murmured once at his side. She had an idea of where the door in question was from here, but the distance she counted during the day was bound to be far longer by night.
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"I wasn't waiting long," he said by way of assurance. Though a quick glance around the area yielded no lone wanderers he could assimilate into the group. He wasn't certain if heading to the entry room as a pair would be smart, but if there was no one else around... It seemed the patients were getting better at making plans, rather than wandering around aimlessly.
"I suppose we should get moving," he said, sighing softly. Even though both of them were weakened and Hawkeye had no real way of protecting herself, they were soldiers. They had a better chance of surviving here compared to some of the others.
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She nodded with the colonel's suggestion, adding a quiet "Yes, sir" on account of the dark. She could tell he was not entirely pleased with the situation, and she could guess why, as they were still only two, and all she had by way of protection was the sweater she had pulled over her shirt before she left. She was agile, at least, but that was all that would help her against something stronger than she was.
Listening carefully to their surroundings, she waited for him to take the lead. Ordinarily in these situations she might have been ordered to go first to secure the area for his sake, but now, there was little point in that.
And now that there was no comforting weight of a pistol in at least one hand, Riza found herself more afraid than she'd been in some time, save for the last event she knew in Amestris. She hoped this wouldn't go wrong.
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