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Night 56: Main Hallway, 1-West

May 29, 2011 14:26

[From here.]He had reached the meeting point in less than a few minutes and there was still not another patient to be seen. Castiel paused, standing near the wall as he moved his flashlight up and down the corridor. There was nothing, not the sound of a shadow slipping through the dark; not the whisper of something less than human ( Read more... )

leela, sechs, klavier, jessica drew, alyssa, badd, anise, izaya, gren, sora, rei, doctor facilier, renamon, guybrush, ted logan, niikura, taura, dexter, edgeworth, peter parker, tolten, gant, lana skye, mello, luke skywalker, the flash, phoenix, grell, byrne, albedo, stefan, venom, rapunzel, erika, castiel, sync, maya, ippo, cloud, meekins, aidou, morgan, zack

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taggingwomprats May 30 2011, 20:58:30 UTC

[From here.]

Luke finally emerged into a larger hallway; this one seemed like it was more traveled. He took a moment to get his bearings and glanced up and down the stretch of tile and walls. Strange. Still no guards, no alarms - nothing to hinder his escape. Not even a locked door.

It couldn't be this easy.

[For Donna!]

mateswithnobody May 30 2011, 22:55:53 UTC

[from here]

Her plans from the nights past had admittedly not gotten her very far, but each night was fortunately it's own cup of tea. Thanks to her experiences she knew that they had free roam when not being taken and experimented on and that said free roam included being able to waltz right on out through the front doors. Even if there weren't Panzers ready for the taking in the driveway, just strolling out of the place's entrance way gave a certain feeling of accomplishment.

And with how Donna's day had been, doing just that and knowing she would feel good for it was exactly how she wanted to start off her night.

"I wonder if one of those buses might still be around..." Donna muttered curiously to herself as she took her usual route to the larger hallways, torchlight beaming ahead of her. Hijacing a tank had been a longshot in hindsight, but a bus she might be able to manage if she set her mind to it enough. Or if she found the Doctor.

taggingwomprats May 31 2011, 02:02:49 UTC

Luke paused, face set in a frown as he swept his light over the hallway. Where was he supposed to go from here? He wasn't afraid - just point him in the right direction and he'd be off like a shot. He half-turned as he heard someone coming up the hallway. A woman, apparently.

"Hey!" He called out, light lowered so he wouldn't blind her, "You're a prisoner too, right?"

mateswithnobody May 31 2011, 23:14:57 UTC

When the light fell on her and what she could only assume was a young man's voice called out, Donna stopped her walking and peered through the darkness, calling back, "Prisoner's one way of putting it."

Her own torch made it's way to him, keeping low as well since she had no real reason to blind someone she didn't know (yet), and found by his pants that he was dressed as a patient would be. That left he no reason to doubt that he was a patient, at least for Donna's mind. Only a person who didn't have any other option would be wearing that terrible outfit.

"You lost?" Or maybe new. "Prisoner" wasn't exactly what most of the patients would have called each other by, but that didn't mean it wasn't on the list. Still, she didn't want to assume.

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witchdetective May 30 2011, 21:41:29 UTC

[ from here ]

Their usual meeting spot wasn't too crowded as usual, though Erika could tell that she probably wasn't the only person who was waiting. Hopefully, this wouldn't be a problem, but she still stayed closest to the hallway she just came out of as she set her things down and waited. It was a shame she couldn't look at her toy, but Erika didn't want to draw attention to herself for once, and she did that enough simply by not wearing her uniform. That was a shame, because she really did want to take a few more looks at it...

Oh well. Erika settled for the tedious task of straightening out her outfit, since she was so sloppy lately with putting it on. Erika cared greatly about her appearance, it was just that time wasn't on her side for once. Troublesome. At least it was a good way to pass the time.

[ Waiting for Sync and Nigredo. ]

ran_on_empty May 31 2011, 15:24:00 UTC

[From here.]

It was just like he'd anticipated.

One of these days that dress was going to be the death of her, but hopefully it'd be at a time where she was no longer needed. But until then Sync found it a hindrance, something that brought unwanted attention depending on who caught a glance of it first. However, lecturing the other teen about her choice of outfits couldn't have been any farther from his mind. His arms were aching already, but he managed to keep at it until he finally reached the end of the hallway. He wanted nothing more than to drop Nigredo at their fight, but he figured that might be a bit counterproductive for what he was aiming for that night.

It might've been an odd sight, a boy carrying an even smaller boy in his arms, but if there was something he'd learned fast from Erika it was that her threshold for the bizarre was pretty high.

"We're going to be having company tonight."

witchdetective May 31 2011, 19:16:24 UTC

Hmph, if Sync even tried to lecture her, she would have responded that carrying around an unconscious boy was probably far worse. However, Sync carrying around an unconscious boy in his arms was an extremely pleasant sight and one that made her smile, because it meant they did have a third person. Well, even if the child was going to be dead weight, she was sure Sync knew this and was up to the task of carrying him everywhere until he woke up.

Her threshold for the bizarre was somewhere out in space, past the Milky Way.

"Good. I was worried about what we were going to do tonight." Obviously, whether their new companion was a willing participant didn't really matter to the girl. There was something more important to deal with. "In that case, it might work better if I use the ring for once. Your hands are full ( ... )

ran_on_empty May 31 2011, 19:53:19 UTC

And if Erika had ever attempted to counter-lecture his lecture then he would simply point out that at least what he was doing had a point. They needed at least three people to get through the basement, and so the bare minimum was the most logical number as long as he was there.

But they weren't playing that mental game, regardless of how tempting it might've been. After all, the girl had already helped more than enough with the Guy situation, though that subject could be left for after they reached their destination. Because, while he didn't want to admit it, Erika was right, and the last thing they needed was Nigredo causing a commotion in the middle of the hallway. No, it'd be better if they reached the basement as soon as possible; at least then his roommate would have no choice but to follow them.

"It's in my pocket," The God-General answered, glancing down at the aforementioned portion of his pants. "I hope you're not expecting to land on me when all I've got is dead weight."

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nonheinous May 30 2011, 23:52:48 UTC

[from here]

People. Ted's heart leapt a little, eagerly searching the sparse group for signs of a familiar face, his own quickly dropping as he failed to find any. Some part of him hoped to suddenly spot Bill, but it was a vain hope and he knew it.

But there had to be others here trying to escape. Surely they could see what a totally egregious place this was. They didn't turn on the lights at night, and there weren't even any ghosts. At least, none that had greeted him yet.

And there had to be a way out...

[ Open! new here and need friends! ]

age_of_kings May 31 2011, 18:39:51 UTC

[ from hereThe sensation of feeling as though he were surrounded without yet seeing more than shadows ahead was beginning to fray Tolten's already ragged nerves. A part of him urged him to run towards the signs of other people, but a cold knot in his stomach stopped him. He didn't know if these vague figures were friend or foe! And from what he could see, they seemed to be moving with purpose. And what a fool he'd look, running to catch up with strangers and having to explain he had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there ( ... )

nonheinous May 31 2011, 22:09:33 UTC

[not at all! :D]

Ted blinked at the approaching stranger. He looked safe, but not a ghost.

"What kind of trouble?" he asked. Ted's shoulders fell. "I'm afraid I may not have any assistance to offer. I'm completely lost, dude. And I don't know anything about this place."

age_of_kings May 31 2011, 23:01:21 UTC

"...you don't know anything?"

Tolten faltered to a stop, his heart beginning to quicken in his chest. And then he found himself letting out a nervous, strained little laugh, "I'm afraid that's precisely the sort of trouble I'm in. I woke up in a...a cell of some sort a few hallways back. I've no idea how I came to be here and the guard that brought food was remarkably unhelpful."

Not violent or threatening, on reflection, but hardly friendly. And while this other young man didn't seem as though he'd be particularly helpful either, he seemed friendly.

"Do you perhaps at least know what country we're in?"

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shorttank May 31 2011, 02:35:24 UTC

[from here]

As usual, this hallway was more crowded than the others. Leela shined the flashlight around, but didn't see Gren yet, so she leaned against the wall nonchalantly, as out of the way as she could manage while still keeping an eye out for him.

[Team Bebop! ♥]

for_a_song May 31 2011, 03:15:37 UTC

[From here]

He was making good time as he stepped out into the main hall and finally clicked on his flashlight. There weren't many people out here, either, so it didn't take long to spot Leela and head off in her direction. "Hey," he commented as he made his way over, leaning on his shovel a little once he reached her.

p0ker_alice May 31 2011, 04:53:26 UTC

[from here]

As she stepped into this hallway, she could hear more signs of life. They were faint at first, but as she stepped closer, almost cautiously now, still firmly gripping her flashlight, they became louder, more concrete. She knew they weren't just products of her imagination. They were real.

And maybe someone could finally give her the answers she wanted.

In the dim light, she could discern two shapes that vaguely looked like two human bodies standing beside a nearby wall. It seemed just as good of an idea as any to approach. She'd been wandering around this place blind for entirely too long by now. And she was beginning to run out of options.

As she drew closer, the feeble light from her flashlight could provide her with more information about the people standing by the wall. One of them was a woman she was sure she'd never seen before. But the other....

.... Was that?

She stopped short and let out an audible gasp.

It couldn't be. There was no way that what she was seeing was real.

She had to be going crazy.

shorttank June 1 2011, 04:50:12 UTC

Gren had a shovel; that was encouraging. Leela smiled at him. "Hey."

Then another woman with purple hair approached them, and Leela heard her gasp. She assumed the reason wasn't herself, since she had no idea who the woman was. Someone who knew Gren, and was surprised to see him. That wasn't much of a stretch to guess. Leela kept her flashlight beam pointed low, to keep from blinding the poor girl, but looked her over as well as she could in the weak light. At a glance, she liked what she saw, and not just because she was biased in favor of purple hair. The stranger looked old enough to know what was what, and tough enough not to take any crap.

Leela gave her a nod, but didn't speak, waiting to see what was going on with her and Gren.

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swornandbroken June 2 2011, 01:33:26 UTC

[from here]

Matt hadn't been in the hallway where they usually met, though Mello looked for him out of habit, despite the note. He wasn't in the hallway by the stairs, either. Really holed up, then, and probably sulking.

Mello had never been very given to introspection, not generally liking what he found when he looked too deeply into his own psyche; but he was self-aware enough to realize that his way of coping with things--do more, do anything, only act--didn't work for everyone. He didn't begrudge Matt the right to take some time off. ...all right, he did, but he wasn't going to admit he did.

He made for the stairs, sweeping the flashlight beam along the floor in front of him. One benefit to being alone was that he didn't feel any need to pretend he could see perfectly well.

[unwittingly awaiting the Sisters Skye XD]

fourstonewalls June 5 2011, 19:27:45 UTC

[from here]When she'd stopped laughing, Lana schooled her face into something resembling a serious expression, and gave Ema a serious answer ( ... )

scientist_skye June 5 2011, 22:53:55 UTC

Lana's laughter earned series of confused blinks and a small frown. Ema didn't remember Mr. Wright's face being all that funny when she'd mistaken him for Mia Fey. But then, Ema was also pretty firmly panicked about her sister's upcoming trial and refusal to admit that she hadn't actually killed anyone. There wasn't much humor to be found in Ema, that day.

That morning, sitting in the hallway outside of Mr. Wright's office, felt like ages ago, despite only being a little over a week. So much had happened since she arrived in the Institute that it was becoming harder and harder to think of home in any immediate sense. Besides, her mood when she met Mr. Wright hardly mattered now. Lana didn't kill Detective Goodman and the sisters were actually sisters again. That mattered more than anything ( ... )

swornandbroken June 7 2011, 02:54:31 UTC

There were two women coming along the hall towards him, apparently gossiping about someone; Mello caught a name that might have been familiar, but he didn't hear it clearly enough to be sure. One of them looked very young, but if he hadn't known from personal experience that age was no accurate indicator of abilities or determination, he would've learnt it by now in this place.

He'd heard the radios other people carried come to life, despite not carrying his own, and knew that voice more than well enough to recognize it. The bugs babbled something about not being willing to adjust conclusions he'd already drawn, but Mello ignored them, and stepped into the path of the two women, certain they'd noticed him ( ... )

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