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damned_institute2010-12-12 11:47 pm
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Entry tags:
- aidou,
- claire bennet,
- claude,
- indiana jones,
- l,
- lunge,
- mccoy,
- peter parker,
- ranulf,
- ritsu,
- sasuke,
- scar (tlk),
- sechs,
- snow,
- the scarecrow,
- two-face,
- zack
NIGHT 53: WEST WING, NORTH HALL 1-A
[ from here ]
The doors to the next hallway were already wide open when she came through, though the ones at the far end of the hall were, as she could see from one brief flick of her flashlight, were tightly shut. Weren't those the doors to the recreational field? They were in the hall directly North of hers, it only made sense for this to be the other exit.
Checking down the hall also told her she was alone, and she was suddenly very grateful for the fact that the door to Peter's block was directly to her left, because the longer she spent in the male patient blocks, the more paranoid she grew that she was somehow going to stumble straight into Sylar.
Her pace picked up instantly at that thought and she pushed open the door to the block that Peter had directed her to, hoping his directions were right and that she'd remembered them well enough.
[ to here ]
The doors to the next hallway were already wide open when she came through, though the ones at the far end of the hall were, as she could see from one brief flick of her flashlight, were tightly shut. Weren't those the doors to the recreational field? They were in the hall directly North of hers, it only made sense for this to be the other exit.
Checking down the hall also told her she was alone, and she was suddenly very grateful for the fact that the door to Peter's block was directly to her left, because the longer she spent in the male patient blocks, the more paranoid she grew that she was somehow going to stumble straight into Sylar.
Her pace picked up instantly at that thought and she pushed open the door to the block that Peter had directed her to, hoping his directions were right and that she'd remembered them well enough.
[ to here ]
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So far there didn't appear to be any monsters (or many people, for that matter). Considering how early it was, though, that wasn't so surprising. It just meant that there would be fewer obstacles in his way, which in turn meant that he could get to Mason's friend that much faster.
Sprinting around the corner, Claude promptly headed south. His flashlight beam jostled with every rushed step, and he only had the sounds of his breathing and heartbeat to keep him company. The weight of his sword wasn't forgotten, though. It was a reminder that he still had some power, that he wasn't useless despite the way the last several nights had gone.
Gritting his teeth with a fresh rush of determination, he continued ahead.
((To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/1017510.html?thread=74770086#t74770086).))