Ian
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Post by Ian on Sept 22, 2012 23:12:15 GMT -6
After he shoved his book into a desk drawer, Ian made his way to the ward's exit. He was stopped, however, when he noticed Eric standing in the doorway. She had her back to him, watching the hall... still looking for the red mass she mentioned a few seconds ago. It took only a moment for her unease to finally crack him, and the medic adopted the feelings as well. Completely silent, he looked over her shoulder towards the hall. Whether something weird was happening or not, he figured having a little cautiousness couldn't hurt.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 16:13:59 GMT -6
He began to wonder who’d end up moving first. If he decided to move to a darker part of the hallway, out of their field of view, his silhouette would show. That’s what got him into this stare down in the first place. Zacharie remained still, he’d been in worse waiting situations than this. Their attention span was certainly not going to last as long as his patience. Was it?
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Post by Eric on Sept 23, 2012 17:21:59 GMT -6
After a few more moments, Eric sighed and rubbed her neck. "Guess it was just nothing after all... " She muttered to herself. Well, wasn't that embarrassing. "Uh, I think I left my room on fire... or something." The words came out almost too quickly to hear and Eric slipped out of the room, not bothering to wait for a response from the medic. That was so stupid. She was stupid. Fuck this shit she's gonna go crawl in a pit.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Sept 23, 2012 18:32:29 GMT -6
And then suddenly, Ian was by himself. After Eric indirectly gave him her nervousness, she bolted out the door and left him to deal with it. Alone. He decided the best course of action would be to get away from here, and maybe the feelings of unease would pass.
Then he remembered he had left his bowl of soup in the common room. He didn't really want it anymore, since it was more than likely cold by now, but he didn't want to leave a mess in an area that wasn't his. So with that thought, the medic started back down the hall at a faster-than-normal pace.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 18:45:55 GMT -6
Trying to conceal his deep sigh of relief, Zacharie watched the two go down the hall. His heart raced a bit as well; it was certainly a thrill to be back in the business of espionage. As soon as he was out of sight, the Spy curled his fingers around the door knob behind his back and turned it carefully. It was unlocked, perfect. He stepped in as soon as the door was open wide enough and shut it behind him just as carefully.
As it turned out, no, the BLU file room was not as jacked up as RED’s. Things where certainly in order, thank God. This would cut down on time a bit he was sure. Once he was sure that no one was coming back down the hall, he immediately went for the personnel files and started at the top.
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Post by Franciska on Sept 23, 2012 19:03:03 GMT -6
[[You sift through folder after folder, none of them bearing the name you're searching though. It's not until you reach the second drawer form the bottom that something catches your eye. A folder marked "Cecil Sinclair". Looks like you've found your man. It took considerably less time to make your way though these folders, but you still spent a good 7 minutes in the file room. Time to get moving.]]
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 19:10:16 GMT -6
It took a little time and patience to find what he was looking for, especially because he would stop on occasion to listen for footsteps or talking. Things were suspiciously quiet, but he would be ready for action if the time called for it. But, soon enough, he found one file in the cabinets that matched his query. Cecil wasn’t an all too common first name, to his knowledge.
And it was indeed time to move. Tucking the file under his arm, he turned his cloak back on and stepped back into the hallway. Carefully and quietly opening and shutting the door as he went.
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Post by Eric on Sept 23, 2012 19:21:26 GMT -6
Eric plopped down on her bed, several comics in her hands. Her door still stood wide open, and she couldn't help but glance at it constantly. Maybe she should put some sort of powder down around the doorway, then nothing could come in without being seen... wait, no that's ridiculous, what on Earth was she thinking? Get a grip kid, it was probably literally nothing. She shook her head and flipped one of the books open, still keeping an eye on the door.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 19:34:22 GMT -6
As he walked down the hall he noticed the open door down the hallway, the light pouring in from the room. He had to be quick. Zacharie moved as fast as he could down the hall, breaking into a very brisk stride as he made his way past Eric’s open door. If she noticed anything, he’d already be in the common’s living area before she could stop him. Just keep moving, don’t stop.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Sept 23, 2012 19:54:39 GMT -6
Meanwhile, Ian found himself in the kitchen. He went in there with the intention of washing his soup bowl and putting it away... but then ended up washing the rest of the dishes in the sink as well. Because, well, why not?
Silently and quickly, the medic completed the task. Every once in a while he would sneak a glance over into the next room, but he was slowly being re-convinced that there was nothing to worry about.
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Post by Eric on Sept 23, 2012 20:21:40 GMT -6
Eric snapped her head towards the hallway. There it was again. That... whatever it was, moving across the hall. Jumping up from her bed, Eric hurried over to the doorway and glanced down the corridor. Nothing. "Alright, this is ridiculous." She muttered.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 20:23:19 GMT -6
He bolted across the open hallway to the wall that divided the living room and the kitchen. The Invisiwatch on his wrist was beginning to show that he had very little cloak left. Zacharie put his back against the wall, trying to keep as still and calm as he could. He kept the file tucked under his arm, but he checked it to see if everything was still in there. Yes. Perfect. But he had to wait again for his cloak to recharge. Damn this model, I really do hate using it.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Sept 23, 2012 21:28:33 GMT -6
"There." With a grin of satisfaction, Ian placed the last of the plates into the dish drainer. They should have clean dishes now... at least for a little while. The boy figured he had earned himself a drink and some relaxation, so he quickly filled a clean glass up with grape juice and went to exit the kitchen.
Drink in hand, he tightly swung around the corner towards the hall. Maybe I'll crack open that new novel Mo-- His thoughts were interrupted when something low near the wall caught his foot. Ian was thrown off balance and tumbled violently onto the floor with a thunk. The shattering of the glass could also be heard, and purple juice was sent flying everywhere.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 21:37:15 GMT -6
He thought he was safe, but that was unfortunately very wrong. Zacharie tried to recoil but his reaction was too slow, the juice had already splashed right onto him. His cloak flickered and faded, his fine red suit and white shirt beginning to quickly stain with grape juice. He looked down at himself, patting his coat in disbelief of what just happened. There was no time to stress out about ruined suit, he had to react now.
Zacharie shook his head a bit to recollect himself. He reached into his coat for his holstered revolver, maybe he could get a shot on the Medic before he got up.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Sept 23, 2012 23:17:32 GMT -6
Ian, dazed and splotched with juice, tried his best to stand up and regain his composure. What just happened? Whirling around to examine what caused him to fall, he noticed an unfamiliar man standing near the wall where he fell.
Tall. Suit. Mask. Purple Red.
Red.
Shifting his eyes a bit, Ian realized the man was reaching into his coat. He still couldn't completely gather his thoughts. What is he doing? What would a red-suited man be pu--
A gun.
His train of thought finally came back to him. Someone was about to shoot at Ian and he was unarmed. The broken glass that he dropped presented the risk of injury if he ran back -- plus the hallway was so long that he likely wouldn't make it safely.
Making a quick decision, he put his shoulder forward and charged at the man. Putting all of his weight on the joint, the medic hoped his action would take him by surprise. After all, Ian was smaller, and probably wouldn't be able to knock the guy down without startling him.
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