ext_148716 ([identity profile] damn-legends.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-04-22 04:01 pm

Nightshift 23: Second floor; east wing, near railed area

[[From here]]

This space. All around him, emptiness. Even his hushed, near-silent footsteps boomed with echo in the emptiness of the corridor; he stopped dead and listened hard.

There was something. Something moving along the corridor, slowly, regular. A scrape, like a wounded man dragging an injured leg. And he could feel something too - feel it, the heat in this cold space...

He gripped his pipe tightly, and ran as quietly as he could towards the nearest wall, bracing his body against it.

Was it coming closer?

[identity profile] faithful-dog.livejournal.com 2007-05-01 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Naoe's eyes narrowed, but he stopped and listened to Lee. The boy made some sense. "Very well," he said, agreeing. "Not here, though." He didn't want to stay around where a fight was going on.

He moved quickly, careful to go the long way, passing people and the fights going on as he did. He tried a couple of doors but didn't bother with the ones that were locked or the ones that could be broken. Finally he found one that opened right away and ducked inside.

[somehow magically avoiding the fights to end up here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/105360.html)]