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Day 43: Chapel

Aug 09, 2009 13:25

And just like that, the disorienting feeling of blacking out just to wake up in an unfamiliar bed came again. Alkaid had wondered if it would - everything about last night had been different, all the way from the zombies to the eerie emptiness of the Institute to the strange broadcast at the end of the night. Had the Head Doctor been shot? Damn, ( Read more... )

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wing_head August 9 2009, 22:58:08 UTC

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After having almost settled into a routine here, Steve was very surprised to wake up to a computerized voice over the intercom. Given a choice between the sun room and the chapel, Steve decided to head upstairs. It was a room he'd never been in before and he was curious to see it. After all, it was strange to have a chapel in a mental hospital. Not that the rest of what went on here was exactly normal, but as far as cover went.

It was also a surprisingly generic chapel, without crosses or other symbols decorating the area. Steve took a seat on one of the benches quietly. There were only two people in the room so far, so it seemed he'd been woken relatively early.

yin_yang_fox August 10 2009, 00:19:50 UTC

The statue was not there again. Was this all she had came for? A petty reason, she thought, if that was the reason. Was there something comforting in this place? No, that wasn't it. It was something else ( ... )

wing_head August 10 2009, 00:38:50 UTC

When the young woman sat near him, Steve waited for a few moments before looking over to say hello. "Good morning," He said, giving her a friendly smile. It didn't seem like she was having a good morning. Not many people here ever did.

That was all the more reason for him to talk to her, though. This place was clearly taking a very strong approach to breaking the will of the people trapped here. If they lost the will to fight back then it was all over. "I'm Steve Rogers," He added, offering his hand to her as he introduced himself.

yin_yang_fox August 10 2009, 02:51:53 UTC

Once seated, Renamon's notebook was opened to the page she had copied before coming here. The contents of the night's intercom stared up at her, and she started to analyze the lines. There wasn't much there, but perhaps....

The man spoke, and she blinked, almond eyes glancing to him. "Good morning," she responded lowly, taking in the smile. Another day, and perhaps she could have found social pleasantries within her. As it was, she slid back into her normal self--composed and calm. The emotionless warrior. Trying to find the answers that were not there. Today was Sunday. Would Rika appear to visit her again? Or something else? A past patient? Orihime? Or--

The slight fracture in her mind was quickly smoothed over and didn't make it to her face. Her eyes blinked once more, and then she cocked her head at the man's outstretched arm. American, then, she reasoned, unless he was from somewhere else altogether. With one forearm in a cast and the other flipping through notes, there was a pause. Renamon was not fond of touch as it was; as a ( ... )

wing_head August 22 2009, 00:55:42 UTC

When it seemed that no handshake would be forthcoming, Steve withdrew his hand calmly. Perhaps it was a cultural thing for her, or she just didn't feel like it. Either way there was no point in pressing the issue.

"I've been here for about ten days. Not too long, but that seems to be a while here," From what he could tell, there was a high turnover. With the way new people were constantly being introduced, and the way people vanished. Ten days. It really wasn't that long, but in here time seemed to flow differently. Maybe it was longer, or maybe it wasn't. "How about you?" So far Logan had been here the longest out of the people he knew, though he hadn't seen the Canadian in a while.

yin_yang_fox August 25 2009, 02:37:36 UTC

Ah. He wasn't new then. She wouldn't have to explain things. A nod, small and crisp. "Twelve. I have you beat," she replied dryly with no real humor behind it. Twelve days, with only theories and losses to sustain her. Not even two weeks, and she was wavering. It wasn't like her, it wasn't like her at all. She needed reasons and facts, evidence and motivations. Nothing was forthcoming, and now there were more questions to be answered. More holes to be filled.

She glanced up at the man suddenly, bright eyes flashing in curiosity and something else. "You heard the announcement this morning, correct? May I ask your thoughts on the matter?"

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