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Day: 90
Characters: Ciel Phantomhive (monophthalmus), Anyone Else
Summary: Billiards! (Or: in which Ciel scopes out the Level 1 folks.)
When: Second Rec Block
Where: Billiards Room
Status: Open; Incomplete
Ciel stood to one side of the recreational room's pool table, tilting a cue in one of his hands. It was longer than he would have liked -- certainly not made for someone of his size -- and the weight felt awkward, somehow unbalanced, as he tried to adjust to its feel.
Not so important, really, except that it was distastefully close to how everything here felt. Heavy, dully alien, muted and frustrating but hardly pressing. How many days had he been here? Close to a week, he thought, and most of it spent curled in his cell with that strange man-woman-thing, shuffling to what was meant to pass for a dining room. Waiting, mostly waiting to figure out what he ought to be waiting for.
He'd already racked the balls, and now he leaned over, aiming silently at the cue ball.
A frown creased his face as he shifted up onto the table, sitting right on one side. Possibly not polite, but it felt familiar.
He'd wait like this and see if anyone would show up.
Characters: Ciel Phantomhive (monophthalmus), Anyone Else
Summary: Billiards! (Or: in which Ciel scopes out the Level 1 folks.)
When: Second Rec Block
Where: Billiards Room
Status: Open; Incomplete
Ciel stood to one side of the recreational room's pool table, tilting a cue in one of his hands. It was longer than he would have liked -- certainly not made for someone of his size -- and the weight felt awkward, somehow unbalanced, as he tried to adjust to its feel.
Not so important, really, except that it was distastefully close to how everything here felt. Heavy, dully alien, muted and frustrating but hardly pressing. How many days had he been here? Close to a week, he thought, and most of it spent curled in his cell with that strange man-woman-thing, shuffling to what was meant to pass for a dining room. Waiting, mostly waiting to figure out what he ought to be waiting for.
He'd already racked the balls, and now he leaned over, aiming silently at the cue ball.
A frown creased his face as he shifted up onto the table, sitting right on one side. Possibly not polite, but it felt familiar.
He'd wait like this and see if anyone would show up.