DAMNED || LANDEL'S INSTITUTE

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Night 47: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
Curl into myself
sdatislife wrote in damned
[From here.]

Shinji emerged into another familiar hallway. At the same time, everything was off. He'd learned this his first night, but it seemed to get worse each time. He hated this feeling, but he had to press on. He couldn't run away. He couldn't hide. He didn't have any other choice. He paused for a brief moment to steel himself and then moved on. He had to keep moving. He had to keep going. He moved on.

[To here.]

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[From here.]

The Scarecrow made it through another hallway, not exactly sure what it was he intended to do during the evening. Depth Charge had said he was headed for the basement, so heading upstairs would cover more ground. The immediate concern with the second floor was the Mangled Witch. Perhaps if he could avoid that end of the hallway, he could dodge her entirely? He and Depth Charge had barely managed to handle her- alone, he'd be an easy target.

He clicked the button on his flashlight off and on and trailed his hand along the wall, feeling neither. He stopped his walk, deciding it might be best if he waited out the clever little thing's effects.

[Abe]

[From here.]

Someone was flickering a light down the corridor. It was a curious action and when Abe drew close to find out what was going on he found it was none other than the very being he'd been looking for.

"Scarecrow," Abe called out softly, unable to hide a small note of relief at finding him safe. He scampered up to him, hand on the baseball bat just in case something was already after the poor ex-golem. The Scarecrow practically screamed 'eat me' to a bumper in the night of the sharp toothed persuasion.

"Oh, Abe!" the Scarecrow addressed a little loudly, surprised to see him. It was a little startling to hear his name called from the darkness, even if he did eventually recognize the voice. The Institute was a big place, so the chances he'd cross paths with a friend during the night hours were fairly slim. Even with that in mind, he kept his eyes open for Depth Charge, half expecting the man to be lurking in the same dark corners as the Mangled Witch.

"Strange to see you here," he continued, clicking his flashlight off. "I thought I might stay in for the night, but then I got to thinking about how that wouldn't do a lick of good for anyone. What are you doing around here?"

Edited at 2010-02-12 07:06 am (UTC)

If he didn't stop playing with the flashlight Abe would confiscate it. He stepped behind the Scarecrow and looked over the back of his head, noting that the wound hadn't festered or changed into any alarming colors since this morning. Good.

"I'd prefer you not stay in. The Institute has put its eye on you once already." He fidgeted, looking nervously down the hallway and trying to figure out exactly what to do with the Scarecrow. "Would you like to come with me tonight? I am exploring upstairs."

If he didn't stop playing with the flashlight Abe would confiscate it. He stepped behind the Scarecrow and looked over the back of his head, noting that the wound hadn't festered or changed into any alarming colors since this morning. Good.

"I'd prefer you not stay in. The Institute has put its eye on you once already." He fidgeted, looking nervously down the hallway and trying to figure out exactly what to do with the Scarecrow. Leaving him by himself would be irresponsible, cruelly so. "Would you like to come with me tonight? I am exploring upstairs."

"Why, it's as if you read my mind!" the Scarecrow said as he turned to face Abe. Though thankful for what he assumed was a quick assessment of the state of his head, he did feel a little shy to be examined. He still couldn't feel the wall beneath his fingers, so he doubted he'd be able to tell if Abe was touching the wound or not- he would count that as a plus, knowing how that spot didn't like investigation.

"I was just thinking of heading upstairs myself," he said with a vague gesture. "Depth Charge said he was going to the basement, and I thought we'd cover more ground if I took a look upstairs. I'd be very grateful for the company, though. Honestly, the upstairs and I haven't been in a good way ever, and if the Wizard Landel really does have is eyes on me, it'd probably be best if I didn't go wandering alone, you know?"

Abe didn't touch the injury, unaware of how little pain the Scarecrow was in. He knew little of human anatomy, and only enough medicine to patch up his own (original) body.

'Wizard' Landel? Now that was an interesting way of putting it, probably representative of the Scarecrow's simplistic mind view. It made sense to assume everything strange around you was magic when you had no way of classifying such events into neat and orderly groups.

"Definitely. And you can trust me, I'm a professional." Abe put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, encouraging him down the hallway.

The Scarecrow gave an optimistic nod, feeling better about this evening already. Abe seemed confident that he knew what he was doing and could guide them, and the Scarecrow trusted his judgment. He wasn't entirely sure how one could be a professional in wandering the halls of an institution with monsters and witches and the like- he could ask about that later.

"Well, all right then!" he said with a skip. "Let's head upstairs and see what we can find." With that, he turned and headed toward the main hall, still trailing his hand on the wall.

[To here.]

Edited at 2010-02-13 08:58 pm (UTC)

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