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Day 54: Intercom, Noon

Jan 24, 2011 06:05

After the whole debacle in the cafeteria and the subsequent methods that the soldiers had used to keep the patients in line, it was no wonder that the Head Doctor sounded grim and terse as he finally returned to his usual station during the current intercom announcement ( Read more... )

lightning, alaric, rapunzel, intercom

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hairraising January 24 2011, 17:51:17 UTC

"Rapunzel... Wait..."

She looked up again as Eugene reached to caress her face, silently urging her to lean down closer to him. The end of her hair was getting warm in her hands as she prepared the healing incantation in her head, but looking into Eugene's eyes, she couldn't help listening to his request. Rapunzel held her chest tight. She knew she was about to lose this warmth she felt for good; she smiled for Eugene in spite of that. He was so close now. Just this one last thing, one kiss to say goodbye, and then he was going to be all right...

Wait, what was he doing with his other hand-

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Rapunzel didn't remember closing her eyes all the way, but they were opening now. That warmth was gone before she could even get a chance to feel it go, too. She gasped sharply, sitting up where she was. Where was Eugene? Where was Pascal? Where was Mo- Gothel? Where was she? One second she had been in the dimly lit tower room, and the next she, was finding herself in a white, brightly lit bedroom. ( ... )

hairraising January 24 2011, 17:52:01 UTC

She glared at the door of the room while fuming inside her head, then pushed herself to her feet. She only got a few steps, however, before she noticed one more thing she was lacking. There was a weight missing behind her, and it threw her off balance for a second before she turned around. Pure, unfiltered horror took over Rapunzel's face then. Where. Was her hair? Where was her hair wherewasherhair where was her hair?! She clutched at the locks at her side, pulling them in front of her face. Still blonde; that was something. But the locks only went down to her kneecaps (practically a pixie cut in Rapunzel's world). How had Gothel even managed to make that happen? She had the brown hair at the base of her scalp to prove what happened when her hair was cut, and indeed, upon inspection of the blonde tips, they were still as delicate and untouched by scissors as they had ever been. This ought to have been utterly impossible. There was only one way to see how far the damage had gone, she thought ( ... )

deathandgin January 25 2011, 03:04:14 UTC

So being told he was insane was really the least of his worries. (Or having it implied, anyway. At least the nurse was kind enough to not tell him he was crazy to his face.)

The smiley face shirt wasn't the biggest problem either, even if he was currently trying to process everything while holding out his shift in front of him, staring at the upside-down grin. It looked a little more like a smirk to him, the soft crescent tilted to one side of the yellow face. That was just a little salt in the wound: a wound that was shaped like four white walls splashed completely with pristine white paint, a wound that smelled like bleach and that looked like a small female nurse smiling down at him, hugging a clipboard to her chest and looking altogether too patient for how slow he was moving. Or really not moving at all. She'd probably done this thing loads of times, though there was probably a lot less amnesia involved.

"So... Landel's Institute?"

She nodded. "Yes, Mr. Becker."

And wrong paperwork. German, baker. Or Middle German. Goblet. ( ... )

Solitary thestormishere January 31 2011, 06:50:51 UTC

Locked up all alone, Lightning couldn't help but hate her hair being in her face the most. She was vaguely aware of hurting-- just about everywhere, really, but until she managed to work herself up into some higher form of consciousness, she decided that the fact she had far too much of her own rosy-hued hair tangled up and blocking her vision was the worst of her problems. Especially since, for some reason, she couldn't quite seem to do anything about it.

Needless to say, her awareness was somewhat fleeting, time seeming simultaneously compressed and stretched out as she lay sedated on a surface that, while somewhat cushioned, wasn't enough to be comfortable. For a long while she just didn't care, but eventually her shoulder began aching too sharply to ignore, and then finally-- finally she remembered why she was there... how she'd been outmatched and slammed into the ground not just once, but twice by one of the strange soldiers she and Snow had taken on ( ... )