The last intercom had spelled out everything.
Misbehavior. Someone had started a riot - quickly quelled from the sounds of it. He didn't want to say it was good thing he'd be stabbed, but from the looks of it, it was probably best he was absent from whatever shift this had happened during. The warning siren, and all of the habub about it; blood
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She'd always liked when he played music for her.
Wiping at his eyes, Tamaki curled up in a chair, tucking his knees under his chin and wrapping his arms around his legs. He hoped the twins didn't find him here - he didn't want to talk to them about this, and he really couldn't put on a happy face for them right now.
He really just wanted to be alone for a small while.
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Suou Tamaki. Someone that Alfons had seen being well... very close to Edward. All over the place. Including the bulletin board. Seeing him reminded Alfons of his old jealousy, but at the same time, Tamaki looked distraught. And Edward was going to be in the Sun Room, with orderlies and everything else...
Sometimes he hated being a nice guy. Alfons trotted over to Tamaki, kneeling down next to the chair and offering a soft smile. "Er, excuse me... I couldn't help but notice. Is something wrong?" And also at times like this, Alfons wished that he had some of Glacier's talent for soothing heartaches. People were so much more complicated than even the most advanced piece of machinery, after all.
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"Oh, no." He shook his head. He wasn't going to bother anyone else with his problems. "I'm just so terribly tired, that's all. Last night was so very busy, and so many people were badly hurt...."
It was a perfectly acceptable excuse. And it was true, too. It had been horribly busy last night, after a very long lull. And he never had heard back from Light....
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"...all right," he finally said, "but it just looked like, to me, that... you were sad for some reason."
What he didn't say, of course, was that Tamaki looked a lot like how Alfons knew he had to have seemed, curled up in his workshop and trying to ignore the fact that Edward saw him only as a friend or a false version of his brother. And this person had Ed, now... ah, this situation was so confusing.
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When she asked Sousuke what he wanted to do, the sergeant found it very easy to decide--which was surprising.
"Music," Music always reminded him of Kaname. He wanted to remember her now. It was uncertain as to whether or not he would see her again, and with all of the terrible memories that had been dredged up last night, he wanted to remember her as she was--happy.
The nurse set him up with a CD player and an assortment of music from classical to soft new age to upbeat pop music. Sousuke liked it all (except for that odd rap music--it just sounded like people talking and intermittent beats...), so pleasing him was easy.
He slipped on the headphones and placed his hand over the right earpiece, gently rocking his head to the beat.
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Eventually the nurse decided to throw Rhode into the music room as it was the closest. Being raised under the Earl had given Rhode both a liking and a loathing for music. She adored humming out her sadistic tunes and hearing him ending the world controlling the Ark, but actually playing instruments wasn't something she particularly enjoyed herself. They took too much practice and got boring fast. Not something that could keep much of Rhode Camelot's focus ( ... )
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"Yes, I was," the sergeant replied awkwardly. "It's good to see you escaped unharmed as well." What was this? Sun Room Male Bathroom Three-Day Reunion?
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Playing pretending was so much fun!
"Only because you guys came and saved me," she purred innocently, "but that one guy was really weird. He wouldn't let me help him." Her bottom lip protruded out into a sad pout. Acting was itself a fun thing to do, especially when the people she acted at bought it so completely. Humans were so dense.
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Ending on a broken note, Edward turned to see Rika's overly happy face. He had to smile in response - he didn't think she would have been worried about him. "Yes, I barely got scratched," he sighed, relieved. The girl looked perfectly unharmed, which meant he had been successful in diverting the purple woman's attention.
His face turned back into one of worry when Rika mentioned his fiancé. "No, I haven't. I woke up late, and missed a shift... I'm sure she's alright. You weren't hurt at all, were you?"
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"I'm fine, all thanks to you!" She smiled. "And I was a good girl too in the morning and didn't get caught up in that fight this morning. I'm glad you didn't have to see such a sight, Edward, it was awful."
Rika paused. Bella certainly wouldn't have joined in... would she? She looked at Edward with this unasked question, since he knew Bella much better than she.
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At first, Bella had no idea where she was going to go. She had plenty of choices to choose from in looking for her fiancé, and she only got one chance at finding the right room. Dammit, she cursed to herself, chewing on her bottom lip as she delayed telling the nurse where to bring her, If only I could track.
That was before she heard the piano playing.
“The music room,” Bella answered instantly, her gut twisting. She hoped she had made the correct choice.
To her intense delight, she had.
Sitting in front of a large keyboard was Edward, talking to none other than Rika. All at once all her panic and fear seeped out of her, and she let out a shuddered breath, watching as her fiancé spoke to the child for a few moments before she began to run towards the two of them, her eyes starting to burn with relief.
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This morning sucked more than most mornings in this place, Leon had decided. First the annoying wench interrupted his meal, then the riot interrupted his meal, and then finally his roommate proceeded to give him a headache from the sheer stupid coming out of his mouth.
So a little quiet music sounded like just the thing, as far as Leon was concerned. He didn't play, but he hoped that no one incompetent would disturb his ears with crap. On entering the room, he discovered that indeed, the person who had taken up playing was indeed passably competent. Good.
Leon limped over to an unoccupied stretch of wall and settled down with his back against it. Resting his cane across his legs, ready to hand if another stupid fight broke out and he needed to defend himself, Leon closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax as much as he could in the presence of others. Granted, this wasn't very much.
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Haku had placed the maps in his room once he'd finished and then decided to give the Music Room a try. He didn't know much about Music, though he could play a few notes on a few instruments back home. It was interestingly enough, fairly quiet in the room.
Haku spotted an unhappy looking young man sitting alone and not really using the room for it's apparent purpose, so he decided he would be good to tease a bit.
He smiled cheerfully down at him. "Hi there. May I sit with you?"
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"The staff leave you alone a bit more if you pretend to enjoy yourself at least a bit," he offered. "My name is Haku, by the way."
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Skuld sighed; she was pretty sure there was no use protesting the use of that name. "Um... the music room." Having already thrown a fit twice this morning, while she was still very agitated, that didn't show as much as her confusion and worry ( ... )
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After a moment Tear could hear the faint sound of the recorder playing. Though it wasn't as if she recognized the tune, it still sounded rather calming and nice. The girl who had been playing it wasn't too far from her either. Going to the girl didn't seem like a fantastic idea but it did sound rather soothing all the same. She was rather hesitant to stop the girl's playing so in a rather soft, barely spoken sound she said: "That sounds very nice. Did someone teach it to you?" She attempted to let out a small comforting like smile. Her specialty definitely wasn't confronting others or even speaking to them so saying anything was rather
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Her hands had been bandaged, and had probably stopped bleeding a while ago, but moving her fingers that much had been starting to hurt. She put the recorder down in her lap and tried not to clutch it too tightly. "But my older sister taught me that song. She plays it all the time." On the radio, at least; they usually listened to music more than played it themselves, but she'd heard it enough to memorize the notes.
And there was a magic to music; she wanted to think that she'd played that particular song because Belldandy was listening to it, right then.
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