Day 56: Bus 2
It was hard for Guy to believe that a farfetched idea of his might actually work out in the end, seeing how rare that was in this place. Still, he had found the leather and had been allowed to buy it, which meant that the toughest part at this point would be finding tools to work with and also blocking out enough time to work on making the sheath.
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Just when the end of the day couldn't be anymore gloomier or discouraging to the Replica, the soldiers had another unpleasant surprise waiting for him and his fellow prisoners at the bus loading station:
Waaaay too touchy-feeling pat downs.
"H-hey! I don't have anything on me, ok?!" Sechs yelped in the midst of a soldier's far-too-personal inspection of him, "Watch where you put your-- HEY!!"
"Keep still Sasaki, or this will get even more uncomfortable...!" the offending soldier replied curtly, not looking all that sympathetic to Sechs' plight.
Despite the officer's commands, Sechs continued to squirm, complain and curse, but he knew it would have been foolish to start a fight. There were far too many soldiers surrounding him, and the freezing evening air was growing increasingly intolerable; he wanted to get this whole awful thing done and over with as soon as possible, he couldn't risk agitating the lecherous poison in his back again...
At last, the torturous pat down ended, and Sechs quickly shuffled off to the bus with a disgruntled (and somewhat sheepish) snort. His face felt uncomfortably hot from the nasty brew of anger and humiliation he was feeling as he clambered up the bus steps. Damnit! And here Sechs thought Admiral ZEX was bad--!!
Once freed from the unwanted hands of the military, and into the warm, yet crowded atmosphere of the bus, the grumpy Sechs grumbled angrily to himself, loudly thumping his boots on the floor and tossing off bits of snow in his wake as he stomped down the aisle. "Damn sons of bitches...!" he quietly grounded out through gnashing teeth, "Think they can do whatever they want...! Stupid...!"
With his shoulders hunched over and his eyes glaring off into a bloody daydream of stealing huge blades from the hardware shop, only to suddenly reveal them to the inspecting soldiers before stabbing them all to death, Sechs was in autopilot until he randomly chose a free spot to sit down on. It was only when some of his mental fury was released in his violent fantasy did he return to reality and notice the person sitting beside him.
"Hey," Sechs grumbled, empathizing with the visible gloom on his seatmate's face, "Great way to end a trip to this dumpy town, huh?"
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Elfangor could not help but find some amusement in this person's muttered oaths, and he gave a wry smirk.
"The town itself did not seem so bad, apart from the citizens' utter lack of observational skills. You would think someone would have noticed the apparent normalcy in so-called mental hospice patients. Or perhaps they simply choose not to see. But apart from that..." He considered.
"The food was good. Granted, I have not eaten in some time, so I may not be the best judge of that."
Yes, a decade having passed since his foray into the sense of taste would certainly qualify as a biasing factor.
But his mood fell once again at the reminder of the mortifying security procedures. "Do they do that every day? The checks?"
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"Yeah, the townspeople here are either dumb, blind, zombies or all of the above!" Sechs replied, grumpily folding his arms with stern agreement towards his own words, "And I have good reasons to believe it's the last answer that explains them..." he added, his gaze dropping down to his knees as he reminisced the night of the zombies -- and the friendly fire that killed a patient he knew...
The mentioning of food perked Sechs up slightly from the doom and gloom of the townspeople and their nightly horrors. He raised his head to glance at his seatmate, his arms still tucked close around his torso but his frown softening somewhat. "Did ya go to the Tasty Burger for food?" he asked, "I got myself a Big Tasty Burger Combo with ALL the toppings! HUGE improvement from the usual crap that the institute feeds us!"
The mentioning of the recent pat downs brought back the sour flavor to Sechs' face once more. Scowling, Sechs sighed again and slouched back, allowing his lithe body to slowly slide down until his shoulders were nearly level with his knees. "Hmm... No, not everyday, at least that was before the military showed up!" Sechs answered, "The institute staff have checked us before getting back on the buses after the trip to town in the past, but not that closely!"
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