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Day 54: Sun Room

Jan 18, 2011 09:44

[From here. All your top posts shall be mine.]Peter entered the Sun Room with a dour expression. Goody, he was the first one here. Fancy that. Pick of the couches was his then. Eeeny meeny miney...moe. Peter stalked over to what he knew from experience was the fluffiest couch in the room and eased himself into its downy soft embrace. Ordinarily he ( Read more... )

grell, byrne, asuka, donna, tsubaki, badd, peter petrelli, ilia, izaya, ritsu, kibitoshin, claire littleton, the doctor, isaac, gren, ranulf, uhura, trickster, rei, riku, renamon, yomi, peter parker, claire bennet, ruby, lana skye, mello

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swornandbroken January 19 2011, 03:07:22 UTC

[from here]

The nurse didn't seem to care how Mello phrased his intent to go back to the Sun Room, but she did give him a sad look, as though he was supposed to care if she was disappointed. "Michael, you'd get injured a lot less if you'd just try to accept our help here."

"Help, yeah, it's cute that y' think that's what you do." He spoke mostly at random, just letting the words come out, but he was still with-it enough to put the right amount of bitterness into his laugh.

He'd intended to make a serious post to the bulletin board, but that wasn't about to happen now. His head was fuzzy, and he'd have to write it wrong-handed on top of that; he'd be lucky if anyone could read it. He scrawled a quick, short note that also needed to go up, instead, and found a place to sit, at a safe distance from the poor kid covered in cats.

[One sedated orphan, free to good home!]

savagesolitude January 19 2011, 03:25:41 UTC

She had been halted the moment she had set foot in the courtyard. It shouldn't have been a surprise (and really, it wasn't), but Claire was still boggling at the sheer number of soldiers flooding the institute today. There had already been a swarm of them in the cafeteria. What did they all need to be here for ( ... )

deadlyjuliet January 20 2011, 00:48:11 UTC

[From here and miffed!!! about being taken to the male roll call]

How dare they! How dare they lump Grell together with the men! He was a woman. A woman despite how he looked on the outside. It wasn't his fault God made him this way and decided to make Grell suffer the pangs and hell of being different! But no, the Institute had to go and rub it in by segregating him into the male populace simply because his body was the way it was. Well, Grell would show them one day. Once he got his scythe back, the blood would be running down the walls thicker than paint. The death god's fingers twitched at the very thought of it as he entered the Sun Room, the only neutral area he was allowed today ( ... )

savagesolitude January 20 2011, 07:16:37 UTC

Claire had been ignoring the entirety of the room's population. Fixated on the wall as she was, not even the bright red blob moving towards her could earn her attention. The voice, however did. An English accent and a compliment. Calling her 'dear ( ... )

deadlyjuliet January 21 2011, 00:26:51 UTC

Grell could see why no one had complimented her in awhile. She desperately needed a hairstylist. Her face was lovely enough, but the crow's nest of her hair was distracting enough that those who didn't know to look deeper simply wouldn't. Grell gave the woman a polite smile and decided to continue greasing the wheels of this conversation by saying, "That is a shame considering how pretty you are ( ... )

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thatdemonbitch January 19 2011, 04:42:50 UTC

[ from here ]The sun room was already surprisingly well populated by the time she got there. No sign of Winchester blood, but hey. Beggars couldn't be choosers and at least she was out of the garden. After the tear gas and the ape in the kitchen, she was starting to wonder if maybe they had a host of poisonous plants hidden in there between the daisies and petunias ( ... )

affictitious January 20 2011, 04:58:28 UTC

[From here.]

Now that the relative population of soldiers had dwindled (at least from what Gabriel could see) he was free to dip back into his outrageously charming asshole persona. It was a lot easier to be smug when the threat of a gun butt in your face wasn't really close at hand. If he was really pathetic, he could've taken some kind of sick joy in the congratulation Nurse Piccowang had given him for being such a good patient; apparently hiding taking reasonable cover under tables during total riots was a commendable gesture.

He should've gotten a medal for some other crap he'd done, then. Just call him a regular Houdini, master of stupidly flashy escapes that were totally called for and not cowardly in the least and was his nose ever going to stop running? Half of his shirt was now wet and blotted with waaaay too many fluids. He hadn't even known the human body had so many liquids in it. Of course, he'd never been trapped in one, either ( ... )

thatdemonbitch January 20 2011, 06:44:00 UTC

All that time in the Pit, Ruby had lost her expectations for manners and even the easiest 'excuse me,' so she managed to keep her annoyance with the short, sleazy-looking guy who dropped into the seat beside her without so much as a word to a minimum as her eyes slowly dragged up from where the cat had been to meet his gaze. Gee. The welcoming committee musta been in full force today ( ... )

affictitious January 21 2011, 21:49:09 UTC

He tried to reign back the most sardonic look he could manage, but on the inside his wealth of sarcasm was bubbling over into tears. Which he could thank the tear gas for. That was a human thing he could've totally done without for... ever. "Right, I know. I just have this unforgettable face, it must be reaaal easy to remember in a sea of blue-haired Yu-Gi-Oh rejects." Yeah, he'd seen them. And he could... tell why some of them were rejects.

Okay, so there was a chance she had a point.

Interestingly, maybe he wasn't the only one with a broken radar. Gabriel hadn't been around demons for a while (avoiding the family kind of stretched into... avoiding everything that family might be involved with) but there wasn't the normal cowering and shrieking that, you know, should've been happening. Or the running out of a vessel but, considering his own predicament, that option wasn't too likely.

"As for me? Couple of days, nothing bad. It's been a fun ride. Very Running Man. Less 80's power ballads, though."

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avengingfists January 19 2011, 05:46:57 UTC

Apparently leaving during that fiasco of a food fight had been worth it, if the sad saps Ilia saw crawling out of the cafeteria were any indication. From all the drool, tears and snot running down their faces it was obvious they had been gassed. Tear gas! In a mental institute! What kind of sick method was that? Certainly not the correct way to deal with any mental patient. Not that anyone here really was crazy or anything ( ... )

gomenkudasai January 19 2011, 08:31:26 UTC

Ritsu, too, was glad he’d left breakfast early - though he hadn’t caught more than the beginning of the fight, having originally meant to excuse himself for different reasons. The events of the previous night had taken quite a toll on his unremarkable self, emotionally and physically…he had slipped out just as the food began to fly, selfishly seeking a few moments alone with his thoughts ( ... )

SORRY THIS IS SO LAAAAATE! :< I swear, I plan to do better! avengingfists January 22 2011, 08:10:01 UTC

Ilia heard Ritsu before she saw him, and just like the night before he was stuttering and stammering, having the hardest time just getting a full sentence out. There was no doubt about it--it was the person from before. The woman, Ilia thought ( ... )

FAIL, THY NAME IS KAME OTL TT_TT I hope you're still interested~ I understand if not! gomenkudasai February 5 2011, 04:49:42 UTC

Ritsu blinked, the motion spilling more tears from his wide eyes, then nodded rapidly and obeyed her determined, but kind, request. He settled himself in the seat nearest to her, dabbing at his cheeks with his sleeves and nervously smoothing his lap - easing the wrinkles out of a kimono that wasn’t there, though it was such a habit he didn’t notice he was doing it ( ... )

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antiheroed January 19 2011, 18:09:23 UTC

[from here]Once he got inside, Riku realized that he wanted to keep an eye on things. A number of theories connected to Landel's worries the night before started to push through his mind, and he didn't like them. The likelihood that this meant bad things in the future bothered him. It meant that things might change, and any knowledge they had would be made obsolete. It was paranoia, to be sure, but he didn't like it. It felt like an inspection of some kind. And inspections when the patients were mostly unwilling to agree to their names-well, they didn't usually end well. It meant that Landel wasn't succeeding ( ... )

hasnomeaning January 20 2011, 02:12:51 UTC

Tear gas. It was over the top, and moderately unsuspected. Rei had not expected it, but the movements of the men deemed her attention--still, her reactions were off. She had covered her fact once it had been realized but she had already breathed in, already had let it touch the soft places that should otherwise be hidden in that circumstance, and she had started coughing immediately. Still, she had remained where she was, put her head between her knees and tried to focus on normal breaths. It had gotten easier. In time, her body remembered how to successfully breathe ( ... )

antiheroed January 21 2011, 04:49:17 UTC

Concern washed over his features at the sight of her; he didn't like it, didn't like how she held herself or how she sat down. It was obvious from the way her fingers brushed over her eyes that she wasn't as together as she might otherwise be. Riku battled between two mindsets: the first, to worry about his friends who had been caught in that, and second, her, because they had spoken before and his impression of her hadn't indicated that she was someone who deserved this. Her subdued disposition made her an unlikely candidate for a food fight.

Riku didn't move, though, didn't reach out to touch her. He simply maintained his spot, hands to himself, mouth closed.

For a moment, anyway. "Did you hear last night? What he said?" Riku asked, and he didn't expect a quick reply, but he wanted to gather his thoughts. She might be terse, but it would be good to have a sounding board before he found his friends.

hasnomeaning January 22 2011, 05:24:14 UTC

It was well enough that the other hadn't reached to her--at best, he would have been ignored, at worst, rejected in full, and Rei did not have the energy for the latter. The skin of her eyelids quivered under her fingers, but the heat dispersed. Eventually, her lungs did not feel as if they had been crushed. The effects had been far too tolling. She did not want a repeat--would rather fight and seek out her own way than sit kindly and allow it again ( ... )

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