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damned_institute2010-10-12 06:49 am
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Night 52: F1-F10 Hallway
Tifa wasn't sure what to make of the strange promise heard over the intercom. The only conclusion she could come up with was that perhaps this would be another wild goose chase, running into one door, but coming out in a completely different room, time, or world. The first time had been exhausting and fruitless enough, she didn't really want to go through the ringer a second time. There was nothing she could do about it on her own, so she got up and tore through her closet for her ice materia and the knife she had borrowed from Yuffie. The former she tucked into her bra as usual so her left had could easily hold the flashlight.
She wished her roommate good luck and hoped that she returned from the night unscathed, or at least in one piece. Tifa would have offered to take Lightning with her, but it probably wasn't a good idea, not where they were going. The door was opened as quietly as possible and her yellow light was quickly flashed down both directions of the hall. Now that the coast was clear, she left the room just as silently down the hallway where it connected with another.
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She wished her roommate good luck and hoped that she returned from the night unscathed, or at least in one piece. Tifa would have offered to take Lightning with her, but it probably wasn't a good idea, not where they were going. The door was opened as quietly as possible and her yellow light was quickly flashed down both directions of the hall. Now that the coast was clear, she left the room just as silently down the hallway where it connected with another.
[To here]
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Back in Germany she'd rarely been without a case. The few times she crossed the ocean to America it had been for a case. There wasn't a day in her adult life from the moment she learned to talk, walk and prosecute via logic that she didn't have a case. She'd been raised on case studies, faux trials, interrogations and cross-examinations. Now she had nothing. Nothing.
She couldn't sit around and wait for something to fall in her lap, however. She had to get out. She had to do something. Snapping to her senses, Franziska grabbed the leash and her flashlight, tucking her notebook into the back of her waistband and then headed out the door long after her new roommate had already departed.
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