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
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zero,
klavier,
japan,
tsubaki,
badd,
badou,
anise,
lily,
terra branford,
the doctor,
england,
sam winchester,
firo,
utena,
doctor facilier,
niikura,
claire bennet,
peter parker,
tolten,
snow,
lunge,
brainiac 5,
albedo,
peter petrelli,
tear,
rose (tvd),
damon,
ritsuka,
two-face,
erika,
edgar,
hijikata,
maya,
battler,
zack,
kratos,
l,
america,
sechs,
carter,
jessica drew,
bella,
izaya,
sora,
gren,
claude,
renamon,
guybrush,
byrne,
leanne,
guy,
venom,
rita,
lightning,
castiel,
chise,
trickster,
mikado,
yomi,
riku,
ippo,
meekins,
daemon,
aidou,
edward cullen,
claire stanfield
In fact, he felt no glimmer of recognition for any of the faces his gaze roamed over. True, the Institute held many prisoners here, but surely someone would be familiar…
His senses reeling with sudden uncertainty he let himself be ushered through the food line, being handed a bowl of… Mother Night, what was this? Not even Jaenelle had tried to pass off something that looked like this as food, even with her worst experiments in the kitchen. Apparently his expression of disgust was part of the norm, since he found himself bustled through the line and seated at an empty table before he even had time to protest.
Which was impressive, even for this place.
Feeling confused and numb and completely off-balance, Daemon pushed the bowl of… whatever it was away, any appetite he might have had completely gone. He didn’t know what was going on, or how so much had changed, and what he was to do now. He needed answers.
[Free.]
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Oddly enough, the wounds from last night were gone, as if they'd never been there at all. The bandages removed, the bleeding gone, even the cuts and scrapes themselves were vanished away. How was that possible? Could it have been nothing but a genjutsu after all? The very idea was enough to irritate her further, an angry sort of helplessness rising in her chest. No, she assured herself. I would've KNOWN if it were genjutsu. I would've been able to tell!
She paused at the bulletin, leaving a note here and there as if nothing was wrong. They weren't they only ones to lose people, but they were certainly the last ones she'd expected to. All of them were trained since childhood to fight their way out of places far worse than this. Yet they were blocked at every turn, delayed, stopped entirely at times, and now, a death of one of their own. She grit her teeth and forced back tears. No matter what, these people would not see her cry. She wouldn't give them that much.
It was oddly ironic though, that the day she didn't feel hungry at all was the day they told her she didn't have to eat the pink goo anymore. She could have the things they used to allow patients to eat. Heaving an irritated sigh, Sakura picked a bowl of fruit and a glass of milk, hoping her stomach would stop twisting itself into knots. Upset as she was, it wouldn't help not to eat.
There weren't a lot of free seats left, though she didn't feel much like talking to anyone. Sakura chose the first empty seat she could find, setting her tray down with a bit more force than was really needed and jostled her glass of milk enough that it left a puddle beside it. To the other, she nodded once before she started pushing around her food with a spoon, wondering if any of the others would be found this morning and missing bitterly the absence of one who would no longer be seen at all.
[Is ok?]
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Daemon looked up when someone sat down rather forcefully across from him, drawn rather abruptly out of his brooding thoughts. Which was probably a good thing. Left to his own devices at the moment, his temper was going to snap and he would cause a scene, and the last conflict that had wrecked havoc in this room had him spending the rest of the day sedated. Not an experience he cared to repeat.
Ah, River. He hoped she was well, wherever she was. He wouldn't let himself dwell on the possibility that she wasn't. Thoughts like that would drive him mad. Renji had been visited by former patients who'd vanished. Despite the fact that they'd now believed the lies this place poured down their throats like poisoned honey, that was still a better outcome than falling to the dangers this place offered. As long as you were alive there was still hope.
Daemon's golden eyes focused on the girl across from him, distracted for a moment by her hair - was it really pink? Was that normal in her realm? He struggled with focus, his thoughts disjointed and not as sharp as they usually were. Perhaps he was in shock, or still muddled from the apparent four weeks he'd just slept through. That was enough to put anyone in shock in his opinion.
He didn't miss the fact that her eyes were a little swollen and her face pale and strained. It was pointless to ask if she was alright when she obviously wasn't and Daemon hesitated a moment, stumbling over a proper greeting in his head and coming up with nothing close enough to what he wanted to voice.
"Morning," he greeted her softly, his voice deep and cultured, utterly polite, although a hint of warmth tinged his words. He was always cautious around females, it was ingrained in himself to be, but he'd found that many that were trapped in this place were more like the Coven than the other females in his home Realms.
He hesitated, then added the words he couldn't find a way of rephrasing, despite the obvious answer in front of him. "Are you alright, Lady?"
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"It's Sakura," she replied, finally cutting into a piece of pear with her spoon. "Last night was completely awful. I'm fine, but others weren't so lucky."
Others who'd become close to her as kin. Her team was everything to her. The reason she fought to be stronger, the ones who gave her hope and pulled her up, made her want to be a better person. And now one of them was gone. She rubbed her hand over her eye, just to be sure she wasn't crying again as she shook her head. This man didn't even know her. She shouldn't be talking about things like this.
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"What... Might I ask what happened?" He phrased the question carefully. She looked on the brink of tears but was obviously struggling against it. While he might be better than some at handling a tearful female, he was still male and the sight had an uneasy knot coiling in his stomach. None of that showed on his face, however, as he debated handing over his napkin, for lack of a handkerchief.
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What happened? It was a fair enough question, though not one she cared to relive right now. The helpless frustration she'd felt, the tension, and finally, the end of the night, one less of them to wake up in the morning. She swallowed down the fruit, which might as well have been sand for how hard it was to stomach.
"A friend of mine was killed," she said finally, greatly simplified as that was, at least it was enough for the other to understand. Anyone would be upset by that much, wouldn't they? Even if a ninja wasn't supposed to show emotions.
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"I awoke this morning with many of my companions gone as well," he admitted after a moment, his spoon pushing around the strange mixture they'd filled his bowl with this morning. "It is a harsh and painful knowledge."
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After a moment she shook her head. There was no way he'd survived. The ones running this place had seen to that.
"I'm sorry to hear that too," she added earnestly, frowning into her breakfast. Harsh and painful was right. And it sounded as though this man had lost just as much if not more. He understood and... that was enough.
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At her apology, he gave her a small smile, inclining his head slightly in acknowledgement. It still hadn't sunk in, he was still feeling numb to the knowledge that he was alone here once more. He kept expecting to see a familiar face and so far had been disappointed. "Thank you," he added, his smile tinged with sadness. "This place... certainly doesn't make things simple for us."
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