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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
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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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It was annoying to travel this way, so encumbered, but given the need to have most of these items at hand, carrying them in a pillowcase wouldn't have been any better. Some night—not tonight—he'd have to find a real bag; until then, pockets left him with the least to handle. He'd have to worry about getting the flashlight and brush axe over the wall when the time came.
There was Lunge, waiting at the end of the corridor, his feet bathed in a small pool of light. Even from a distance, L could see that he had also found a surprise in his closet.
"A proper agent of the BKA, hm?" he said, by way of greeting. He didn't smile, but the lightness of his tone made it obvious both that he was joking, and that he felt well enough to joke.
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Footsteps. Lunge turned expectantly and was met with a surprisingly wry greeting from someone who'd barely been able to stand the night before. "Naturally. You didn't expect any less," he answered, smiling just a little in acknowledgment and just a little out of genuine pleasure to see the man moving more easily while he made a physical assessment. L's head was still wrapped in bandages, but- what was this? No Institute uniform tonight- under the standard overcoat he could a pair of blue jeans. Those certainly weren't regulation.
Another mysterious reappearance, then. He opened the door and stepped out, holding it open for L with his foot.