Day 58: Cafeteria

Aug 16, 2011 01:37

Anise woke up feeling lucky to be alive. She still felt a bit waterlogged, even though her skin, hair, and clothes were completely dry. During last night's adventures, she'd swallowed a lot of water, and it still felt heavy and disgusting in her stomach. Her arms and legs were tired from treading water. Lying still in her bed, she still kind of ( Read more... )

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heroesdontshave August 17 2011, 21:36:13 UTC
This was not going to be an easy day for the poor soldiers who normally walked Snow from room to room during the day. That much was clear right from the start, when they were greeted with yelling as soon as they opened the man's door. Despite the quiet day he'd spent in his room all of yesterday, Snow was incredibly irritable and excitable for no discernible reason. Not that they cared. They only wanted to get the man under control and out into the cafeteria sometime before the shift changed.

Irritable didn't really begin to cover it. Snow was pissed plain and simple. For a while there, it really did seem like it was going to break out into a full on brawl and he was going to be dragged to the cafeteria in a half-conscious stupor. But it was actually that threat that eventually kept him in check and got him to cooperate. He was furious, frantic, fists shaking with effort as he forced himself to resist doing what he wanted and beating everyone's face in... but cooperative.

It wasn't that the threat of... whatever that stuff was scared him or anything, even if he did hate the feeling. But he knew that if that got that stuff in him it wouldn't help anything. He had people to find and things to do and HE DIDN'T HAVE TIME FOR ANY OF THIS PLAYING ALONG FOR SECURITY'S SAKE CRAP. No time to eat! No time to sit! No tiiime!

Okay. No. Wait. Calm down (wow, listen to him, telling himself something like that). There wasn't time for this, but there wasn't time for getting shot or drugged either. Even if he really really hated it, he was going to have to... take this a step at a time. All the guards were looking at him, and if he pulled anything now, it'd definitely end up bad. And anyway, he wasn't really know what to do. He just knew he wanted to do something. He'd wait. He'd wait. Just a little while. And then he'd figure something out.

For now he sat himself down at one of the tables with a tray of food, completely wired and trying to suppress it. Rather than digging in immediately, he paused and looked around the room, trying to spot familiar faces. Or something else that might somehow tell him what to do.

[For... er... what's-his-name!]

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affictitious August 19 2011, 07:17:46 UTC
Aguilar was going to die. New fact of life. Water is wet. Cows moo. Hershey's was a cheap imitation of real chocolate and Aguilar was going to have his organs squeezed out of his very human, very real skin.

The problem was figuring out how to do this. But Gabriel? Gabriel was nothing if not determined. This was not about being playful or inventive or being the Trickster once again. It wasn't about teaching a lesson. The archangel knew very well by experience that some men did not change. They would always live with hate in their heart. Hate. Or wrath. Or greed. The seven sins, blah blah, it would fester from the inside and rot the outside. No. All of this was about revenge.

There was a reason he had left Heaven. A damn good one. It was why he had spent the last thousand years stuck on the mortal plane with his wings tucked under his ass. Remember the family in Texas Chainsaw Massacre? The Devil's Rejects? Try that sort of familial connection, add a little more corruption, place in blender and hit chop.

You didn't touch family, no matter who it was. It didn't matter.

Even with The Apocalypse (all capitals, thanks) looming on the horizon, Gabriel could afford to be patient. What other choice did he have? Trapping an angel in a corner was like giving a raccoon rabies and teaching it how to operate a Transformer, then setting it loose on the nearest population. He'd find his own, special way to find the general and give him more karma than he could swallow.

First, though -

Dammit. Castiel was here, but... the Winchesters, of course. Of course he would go flocking to them after last night.

He could wait. Patience, virtue (not that he'd ever really had any of that), et cetera.

Next best thing, maybe. Someone who didn't take more than two braincells to hold a conversation with. Gabriel plopped into the chair near the giant, foregoing all the food and crap he didn't care about. If Snow was the kind to notice, he'd see how a good bit of the angel's normal humor had been sucked out of him.

"Revolution not going too well, I'm guessing?"

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heroesdontshave August 20 2011, 02:12:29 UTC
Any other day, there was a pretty good chance Snow would pick up on a sharp change in mood (about 50-50). But not when he was emotionally charged himself. Even if he normally couldn't be called the most attentive of people, he was even less so when all wound up. And wound up was a pretty damn good description of how he was right then. He was confused and angry and ready to lash out at almost anything by this point. His mind was bouncing all over the place. He wasn't even capable of focusing on a single thing for very long, let alone figuring out a reasonable course of action.

That was why, in that sort of mentally lost state, Snow was quick to latch onto anything that drew and held his attention. In this case, that would be the guy sitting down near him. The very familiar guy. Snow turned his eyes to him immediately. And in that moment of recognition, the poor guy's fate was sealed for the rest of the morning. Even if Gabriel got up and walked away right then, Snow probably would have gotten up and followed him around the room like a dog. Hell, if they hadn't been sitting with a table between them, he might have leaped forward at the guy, grabbed him, and started shaking him while rambling. ...Okay, he wasn't that bad yet, but he was pretty damn close.

As things were, Snow just leaned forward with both hands balled into fists on top of the table. He recognized that the guy wasn't in the happiest of moods, yeah, but that didn't register as something he should question just yet. To be honest, subject or revolutions aside, the guy's mood and the question somehow registered together as a kind of off-handed concern. So that was how Snow took it.

"'S not that! It doesn't feel like anything's goin' right! I don't get it. I don't get what's goin' on anymore! What the hell do these people want?!" Everything got so complicated so fast, Snow just couldn't keep up with it was all. If he actually took the time to slow down and think things through, he might come up with a way to deal with it. ...It'd probably be a while before that happened.

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affictitious August 21 2011, 05:28:31 UTC
You have got to be kidding him.

Gabriel, to show how very interested he was with this human's rant, touched both his index and his pinkie finger to his tongue then ran them over his eyebrows.

"Woooow, do I ever not care."

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heroesdontshave August 21 2011, 08:10:27 UTC
Well, okay. Let's revise that. It would've been a while before that happened provided someone didn't grind his thought processes to an absolute halt. Which is exactly what just happened. It was kind of amazing actually, how someone could go from near homicidal pissy...um...ness to blank surprise within a matter of moments. It was like someone had clicked a switch.

Honestly, if you had asked Snow what kind of response he was expecting out of the guy, he wouldn't have been able to answer. He didn't know what he wanted. Maybe he hadn't been expecting a response either and had just been talking for the sake of talking. So when he got an answer, let alone one like that...

"Not care?" he repeated, obviously far more confused than hurt in any way. Then it registered. Ohh. Actually, he completely understood what the guy was saying, but unfortunately, Snow was gonna have to disagree on this.

He sighed lightly and shook his head a little, exasperated. "Yeah, I know. I know. Doesn't exactly feel like anything real important, right? I figured that, too. Who cares what they're doin'. All that matters is gettin' out. But..." Here the expression shifted to determination, trying to be convincing on this point. "...But we gotta care. Cause it affects all of us!"

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affictitious August 22 2011, 05:40:27 UTC
Gabriel had met his match.

A man literally too stupid to be insulted.

And somehow, that? Made Gabriel like him a little more. Morons were simple-minded, sure, and that was pretty redundant, but they were easy to deal with. No power games, no subtle manipulations, no wool trying to pull over a freaking angel's eyes.

Besides, Gabriel was pretty sure he didn't have a mean bone in his body, or he was wasting charades on the very last person who they'd work on.

"Right. It affects every sad sucker in this place." The archangel propped his head on a hand, leaning forward towards the other. He just had to. He had to. "You know what could really help you sort through these important issues?"

Wait for it.

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heroesdontshave August 22 2011, 06:30:52 UTC
Snow would never go so far as to call all the victims here "sad suckers," but at least the guy agreed it wasn't something they could just ignore anymore. Maybe he didn't care enough to start playing at info-gathering and reconnaissance, but he knew figuring out at least the basic questions was important, kind of. And that was just the thing. That kind of stuff wasn't his style at all. Maybe that was part of why he felt so uncharacteristically lost right then.

So when the guy suddenly spoke up like he had some kind of solution, Snow was definitely all ears. Surprised, but listening. "What?"

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affictitious August 25 2011, 04:02:44 UTC
Aw, he was so kind to go with it. And Gabriel, bless his little angelic soul, had been waiting since 2001 to ruin someone's life with this. Even someone who was as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as the world's most spoiled squirrel.

"An orange mocha frappuccino." He held up a hand before the giant could get a response out. "Look, I know it's contrived, but you were asking for it. Wow. That felt good."

He then rolled his hand, the signal to go on. "Anyway. You're not doing too well at this whole getting out thing. Don't you figure it's about time to give up?"

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heroesdontshave August 25 2011, 21:06:00 UTC
Wh--? Huh? A... An orange wha? Moe kuh fap poo? What was he even saying? For a second, it was like that first night all over again, with the sudden, nonsensical words spilling out of the guy's mouth and everything. Then just as suddenly, he put a hand up to Snow, like he'd already figured he was gonna ask what he was talking about, and went back to talking normal again.

But even though he'd started speaking like before, nothing he said after he held his hand up made any sense either. C-Contrived? Snow'd been asking for an orange Fap Poo? Something felt good? .... What was going on? Snow was starting to wonder if maybe this guy had hit his head or something recently.

Anyway. That was a mystery that would have to wait until later. Because as the guy shifted back on topic, he'd said something completely unacceptable. The confused expression shifted and Snow just looked at him incredulously.

"Time to give up?" he repeated, like saying it again would make the guy realize how ridiculous it sounded. "You're kidding, right? We can't give up. What, you wanna just lay back and do nothin' while these guys get to do whatever the hell they want? No way! We can't let them!! We can't give up!!"

The more he spoke, the louder his voice got. He was frowning, but he was grinning, too, now. He'd lifted one of his fists and was holding it up in fierce determination. "Heroes don't give up! They persevere! Push through! No matter what!!"

Somehow, suddenly, he felt a whole lot better.

"And anyway. We can't just leave this place! Not yet. We leave, what do you think happens, huh? These people just start rounding up a new batch of people for their damn army. You really think we can leave it like this?" He shook his head slightly. "No. I'm not leavin'. Not til we take down The Eagle first! Not til we put an end to all this once and for all!!"

Besides, Serah was in this place. Somewhere. It's not like he could just get up and leave without her.

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affictitious August 30 2011, 13:01:17 UTC
That was one of the most horrible contortions Gabriel had ever seen in a human's face, and this was after a thousand years of seeing the most awkward orgasm faces his Father could come up with. It was totally a personal joke. He could see it. This guy's face? It was naked naivety and determination and rallying, all rolled up into one convenient sushi roll of optimism.

With the speech skills of Tommy Lee Jones. Wow.

Gabriel regarded the thick-headed meatshield with a face equivalent to a teacher being very amused and very patient with a first grader who'd gotten his head stuck in a paper bag and couldn't figure a way out. "Right, hero. Do you even know where Aguilar is? Have you ever seen the guy? He's kind of the Caesar type. A little. Throne and all, but with more being heard and less of the being seen."

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