Comments | damned: Day 57: Waiting Room / Lobby 1

oneman_onekill in damned

Day 57: Waiting Room / Lobby 1

Jun 30, 2011 15:16

Somehow, he'd managed to eat all of his food, and grudgingly, Niikura had to admit that he felt a lot better after brunch. That pink stuff tasted like crap, but it did its job, which was to keep him alive. Still...what did he have to do around here to get some food, short of raiding the kitchen at night? Not that he couldn't do that, it was just ( Read more... )

doctor facilier, okita, niikura, visitors, lightning, mccoy, claire littleton, wichita, allelujah, hijikata

Comments 103

savagesolitude July 1 2011, 02:48:14 UTC

"Visitor?"

The soldier wouldn't elaborate. Claire trailed after the man in a bewildered gait, a rabbit-like thumping in her chest. What was this about? What visitors? Who would be here to visit her ( ... )

damned_visitors July 1 2011, 04:13:52 UTC

The entry room was a lot more crowded than he figured it'd be. He should have realized it'd go this way. People could only visit once a week. So of course it'd be packed to the sodding gills in here. So Chace was being especially careful about keeping the child on his lap entertained. Last thing anyone wanted was a cranky and bored three-year-old throwing a tantrum. Thankfully, Adam was always pretty well behaved as long as he was kept occupied. And right then he was fully focused on the open National Geographic magazine, pointing each animal out for his Dad who pretended to be confused by each picture ( ... )

savagesolitude July 1 2011, 07:18:25 UTC

Her heart stopped altogether when she heard that voice. Claire whipped around in her seat like an animal on edge, the impression only deepening when her eyes went owl wide. There was the most beautiful little boy she had ever seen running towards her. Chubby cheeks and a pert nose, shock-blue eyes and a thin tuft of pale blond hair. His hands were outstretched, each tiny digit perfect and round, straining for her. A smile wider than any she'd seen ( ... )

notachick July 1 2011, 04:47:46 UTC

"A visitor?" After his lunch with Andrew Carter and the rather productive explanation of bombs and that thing called a molotov, Okita had been approached by a pseudo-nurse and escorted away. It wasn't until they breezed through the Sun Room and out into the main hall that he discovered why and even then, he couldn't quite believe it ( ... )

terriblehaiku July 1 2011, 05:13:12 UTC

Visitors... this had to be some sort of joke. There wasn't any way that anyone he actually knew would be coming by to chat with him while he was being held prisoner in some bizarre prison with technology far beyond anything that should rightly have existed.

Which meant it was going to be a trap or some other sort of trick, which he was simply not in the mood for. Unfortunately, his ill humor at the news did nothing to move the unsmiling staff, nor did it get him any more of an explanation. Which meant that unless he wanted to cause a scene, he was going to have to go along with it. And he really wasn't in the mood to get into a real fight just then ( ... )

damned_visitors July 1 2011, 05:31:45 UTC

"...told that I could bring a gift when I visited, that's all. If I'd known it was going to be such a problem I wouldn't have brought it, really." Her voice drifted in before she did, sounding light and cheerful with a note of apology in it, but even friendliness didn't seem to have much effect on her escort. Realizing that it was a lost cause, Yuuko turned her attention toward those she was actually interested in talking to; she'd had more than enough of dealing with the staff during her own time in the Institute.

As soon as she saw the pair her smile shifted, taking on enough warmth to betray the previous expression as the entirely false mask it had been, and she headed closer, carefully cradling the flat box of sweets that the staff hadn't confiscated. "It's so good to see you," she offered once close enough, though she didn't move to sit quite yet. "Both of you."

notachick July 1 2011, 06:19:02 UTC

William. Okita had to do his best to restrain a giggle at the sound of a Western name attached to Hijikata's severe, glowering face. Of course, he had one, too, but that hardly mattered and Hijikata wasn't one to press and tease like the younger captain would. If only Hijikata would realize that teasing was an excellent way of distracting people from their problems and their nerves, maybe he would do it, too. Or maybe he did realize and he was simply too honest of a person to find peace in falsehoods ( ... )

Thread 24

yin_yang_fox July 1 2011, 05:04:11 UTC

And yet she understood instantly. Even as her mind sought to separate and detach from this outcome, she took it inward and understood what would happen here. But let her deny it. For there were others, weren't they. And even Beelzemon was gone now, and hadn't others seen patients long since vanished? For that, even, would be better than the alternative. The likelihood. She remained where she had been seated, eyes only for her hands in her lap. Her back bowed from the pain circulating in her torso and back, eyes tight and expression strained, the Digimon thought of anything but was most possibly was.

For despite all else, here was what remained. Despite her denial and claim to unwanting, all Renamon wanted was to see Rika again, to know that she still existed and somewhere the girl was waiting for her. Yes. Renamon would lie and never speak the truth, but she wanted Rika where she could see her.

She'd rather her in the institute with her, then somewhere in this world where the Digimon could not see.

damned_visitors July 2 2011, 05:58:30 UTC

Was it just her nerves or were the staff here a lot more brusque than they'd been last time? Rika had barely a moment to wipe her sweaty palms on her jeans after they'd signed her in and marched her to the waiting rooms -- she was nervous because of what had happened on her last visit, but beyond that she was anxious about what Reiko might have to say this time.

Other than the belt that held her card deck, she'd chosen to dress more plainly this time around -- jeans, a dark blue T-shirt, and a light jacket against the American weather. Pausing in the door frame, she shoved her hands into her coat pockets before yanking them back out, trying to look as casual as she could.

Chill out, Rika, she reminded herself as firmly as she could. This is one of the best places they've got here in the States. The best doctors and everything.Whatever that meant when it came to places like this, anyway. Rika had hit the books after that last disastrous visit, reading up on psychology, but all she'd gathered was that it seemed to be as much art as ( ... )

yin_yang_fox July 3 2011, 00:06:19 UTC

--"Hey."

No. It would never be anyone else. For only one person in existence, human or Digimon, had a hold on Renamon, and that was the person before her, smirking in a heartrendingly familiar way, and looking perfectly herself. No, only one, and why bother with others when this solitary individual would affect the Digimon like no others. For a moment, Renamon was only silent, looking upwards.

Then, her eyes closed, head bowing as if in greeting. "Rika." The word held more than a name spoken in tones, and Renamon allowed that to show. The Digimon's chest constricted--three weeks. It had been three weeks, it had been far too long--and then she breathed out, raising her head upward to look at her Tamer.

The game had been set, matched. Renamon now knew it well enough to not push and prod against it. Fighting with Yukari had shown that well, and if anything Renamon needed more subtlety. But with this person.... Her mouth thinned, corners edging upwards in the smallest of degrees. "I've wanted to see you."

damned_visitors July 4 2011, 03:37:24 UTC

A long moment while Rika held her smirk and her breath, and then that inclination of Reiko's head and her name in a way that made it clear that she was remembered. She had been recognised last time, too, but -- those next words and the faint curve of Reiko's mouth served to relax the tension in Rika's shoulders, smirk easing out into something more even before she broke eye contact to glance around for a chair ( ... )

hes_deadjim July 1 2011, 08:13:45 UTC

A visitor. McCoy was torn between sitting down, trying to keep his head in one place, and pacing restlessly. Who was it going to be this time? Joanna? His ex-wife? Any of the crew he actually knew? As much as he'd love to see his Jim, he couldn't wish that on anyone just because he wanted some familiarity. They'd be brainwashed, a prisoner too if that happened. Bad enough his daughter was here, but more people he knew, cared about ( ... )

damned_visitors July 1 2011, 16:16:17 UTC

She'd been informed by the staff that they were now delivering letters to patients, but Leanne still felt like she needed to see her father in person. True, it was difficult to come up here while she was in the midst of finals, but there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for her father. His condition was bad enough that she strongly believed he needed to see a familiar face as much as possible. Of course, her mother would have loved to come along, but that wasn't going to turn out well as long as Dad honestly thought their marriage had ended in a bitter custody battle ( ... )

hes_deadjim July 1 2011, 21:53:23 UTC

For the first time in days, McCoy actually brightened, a real smile lighting up his face. He couldn't help it. As frustrated as he was with the Captain, and with everything else, it wasn't enough to dampen his happiness at seeing his little girl again. She seemed just as happy to see him too ( ... )

damned_visitors July 2 2011, 02:03:26 UTC

She was delighted to see her dad stand from his chair in order to greet her. As she drew in close to embrace him, she took note of things like his complexion and weight. There was a lot of strength behind that hug, which hopefully meant they were feeding him well. When she pulled back, she beamed at him and gladly took a seat ( ... )

Thread 11

zombiefree July 1 2011, 16:01:02 UTC

It was one thing to hear the about the possibility getting a brainwashed visitor, but it was entirely different when a soldiernurseguy was insisting she come with him to the lobby to meet with said visitor. It was actually happening to her.

"No. Why? Just let her go, I don't... need to see anyone." Which was a lie, but she meant she didn't want to see her sister in this place at all unless it was because she managed to figure out how to beat the system and get her out. Her escort just gave her a look, his grip tightening on her arm and yanking her right to his side so he could pull her down the hallway without making it look like a struggle.

"Her? No, it's not your sister. You won't be seeing her for a long time, I'm afraid." It was weird, how one sentence could make her feel relieved at first, then completely panic-stricken in a heartbeat.

"What the fuck does that mean?!"

"Language"What does that mean ( ... )

damned_visitors July 2 2011, 08:07:41 UTC

The first thing Griffin did upon entering the waiting room was pull out a bottle of Purell.

Who could blame him, really? How many people had just used that door handle before him? After having just been outside, behind the wheels of their cars, closing doors encrusted with kicked-up dirty and melted snow, bringing all their germs in with them? Griffin was trying not to be so uptight about this sort of thing, but seriously, even he had limits ( ... )

zombiefree July 2 2011, 15:58:12 UTC

Although she knew (from a bulletin board warning) that there was a good chance her visitor was brainwashed into someone completely different than how she knew them, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief once Columbus was sitting across from her. Even if he did look nervous as a bunny and wouldn't look at her just yet. Her mind immediately went to the number of movies about chicks that were institutionalized, and she worried for a second that she looked like them - sort of dazed because wow he was really here, tired, completely stripped of her individuality because of her stupid tee-shirt. Not that her clothes had much to do with who she was, but she certainly felt more herself in jeans and her jacket. But anyway, she started to make her best efforts in not looking like Girl, Interrupted, immediately ( ... )

damned_visitors July 3 2011, 00:58:08 UTC

Okay. This was going okay so far. Griffin felt he couldn't be blamed for being nervous, though. He didn't want to lose this chance to be with her again, after all. ...Okay, so maybe they weren't actually technically "dating" yet, but that didn't mean that messing up here wouldn't still ruin his future chances on that front. He had never been sure how to interpret the signals Judith seemed to give him post-breakup with her last boyfriend. Griffin was still building the nerve to nut up and ask her if she had really been flirting, or if she had just been teasing him as a friend. Now wasn't exactly the best time to ask, obviously, but the plan was in the works, anyway ( ... )

Thread 6