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damned_institute2010-10-14 06:08 pm
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Night 52: West Wing, South Hall 2-B
((From here.))
This corridor was empty as well, which was not surprising when one took into account the lack of activity in the previous area. They passed a door to their left, one that lacked a clear label on the maps Spock had seen. While there were several possibilities of what it entailed, Spock knew he would need to make some inquiries from patients who had been here longer than himself. He certainly could have attempted to open it now, but it was better to start further north and work their way down. There would be less time wasted backtracking through previously explored territory that way.
"If the maps are correct," and so far that appeared to be the case, "then we should find a morgue and two autopsy rooms in at the end of the hall ahead."
After a few moments of walking, though, they reached a closed door. Spock adjusted his items long enough to free one of his hands. Grasping onto the knob, he only need to try opening it once to realize it was locked. However, the door did not feel particularly strong, not unlike the one that led into the pharmacy.
Spock leaned down and propped some of his possessions against the wall. "It seems we will have to force our way through."
This corridor was empty as well, which was not surprising when one took into account the lack of activity in the previous area. They passed a door to their left, one that lacked a clear label on the maps Spock had seen. While there were several possibilities of what it entailed, Spock knew he would need to make some inquiries from patients who had been here longer than himself. He certainly could have attempted to open it now, but it was better to start further north and work their way down. There would be less time wasted backtracking through previously explored territory that way.
"If the maps are correct," and so far that appeared to be the case, "then we should find a morgue and two autopsy rooms in at the end of the hall ahead."
After a few moments of walking, though, they reached a closed door. Spock adjusted his items long enough to free one of his hands. Grasping onto the knob, he only need to try opening it once to realize it was locked. However, the door did not feel particularly strong, not unlike the one that led into the pharmacy.
Spock leaned down and propped some of his possessions against the wall. "It seems we will have to force our way through."
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As Taylor and Lunge left, L gave Howell another narrow, calculating look. Howell's large new friend filled most of the space between them. It struck him, then, that Howell didn't appear to recognize him at all. He frowned, then exhaled on a soft "Hmph," his shoulders drooping more than usual.
Turning his back on Howell and his beast, even to leave, seemed like a bad idea, but staying was worse; L wanted to distance himself from this place, and he couldn't afford to let the others get too far ahead of him. Still supporting himself with a hand against the wall, he made a slow pivot. Then, he walked towards the open end of the corridor, glancing ahead and behind, on the lookout for danger. He let his hand fall from the wall to his pocket, the one that held the five bullets in their clip. The fact that he wouldn't be able to draw the gun quickly enough to protect himself, and that an attempt to do so might make things worse, made the exercise less reassuring than it might have been.
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