Aidou was not unaccustomed to being spirited back to his cell at the most inopportune times--mockery seemed to be a part of the Institute’s nature. And this time… this time was no different. As he woke to the sight of the whitewashed ceiling, he could still feel the fading echo of blood lust, and he was sure his eyes flared red before he smacked a hand over them, mostly out of irate disbelief. Damn it!
Screw this latest bastard and his ideals of sufficiency; the noble couldn’t care less what he wanted out of his zoo animals. What Aidou needed was to stay on track and keep himself strong, and last night was supposed to have been a simple chore meant to accomplish just that. Instead, though, it had turned into a disaster in the end. He had a grim suspicion that the girl had made him out, which made Aguilar’s good opinion and the coming day ahead in Doyleton very small in comparison. And it was a problem he didn’t need, not at all! He was supposed to be focused on actual goals like the basement, and the
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Ippo's sudden consciousness was every bit as shocking as Aidou's, albeit with a feeling of relief once he realized where he was. The last thing he remembered was his heart lodged in his throat as he directed the Doctor's attention to something in the dark corridor with them.
He rested his head on his pillow, thinking. Had it only been a dream? It seemed very likely. Chicken fingers, furries, savage cats, and a man known only as the Doctor... Yeah, it had to have been a dream, a really stress-fueled dream
( ... )
Huh? A card loaded with money? Allowing the "patients" (well, under the military, they were more clearly prisoners than ever before) to spend currency on items instead of scavenging... that was a new development. $25 was nothing, but it was the principle of the thing.
Aidou was busy examining the card he'd been given when he heard someone say his real name. What was that now? He turned around and--oh. His latest cellmate hadn't left that long after him. Aidou had known Ippo was there, of course--he had smelled the dried blood, above all--but he hadn't planned to have much to do with him so early. Usually the mornings began with his roommates waking at different times from him
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"No," Ippo replied quietly, trying to recall if anyone had spoken about this in the last two days he had been here. No, he had been far too busy hiding from tear gas, making sure he didn't get shot, and running from savage cats to keep himself informed on other goings on.
He followed Aidou up onto the bus and suddenly felt anxious. Where should he sit? Did it matter? It only got worse when someone behind him began to shove him forward. He had to make a decision fast! So much pressure! He buckled quickly and just took the empty seat beside his roommate in spite of their rocky relationship. It wouldn't be pleasant, but a known evil was better than an unknown.
Though he awoke with a start, as though forcing himself from the grips of a nightmare, it took Edgar a moment to muster the energy to rise from the bed. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out all he was feeling long enough to listen to the morning announcements- he wasn't very successful. His body ached all over; his shirt was damp with sweat, leaving him longing for another shower. Any rest he might have found in the time between the end of night and dawn had already been exhausted. He couldn't remember hearing the intercom during the night- he shook his head, reasoning he'd passed out. There weren't words for the mixture of frustration and humiliation he'd faced
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Somehow he'd managed to miss his roommate once again, waking up to an announcement with a sort of bleary sleepiness. When had he fallen asleep? He didn't remember but he wasn't now and that's what mattered. Sitting up with his hair awry he glanced over to see the empty bed on the other side of the room-- and then someone's figure stepped into his field of vision.
"Oh, it's you," he drawled with a wry grin, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and planting his feet on the ground. The exchange this time was more strained amusement than outright abrasive and he was pleased to see that the selection of clothes today was immensely more casual than before. He'd asked what was the occasion as he got dressed, eye rolling with a faint smirk when he wasn't given much of an explanation aside from 'out
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"You know me," and then he stuffed some of the breakfast into his mouth, grinning but at least keeping his mouth closed as he chewed. Not as he spoke, though, if only to rile England and get a response out of him. "aways la'e to da pardy." Though after he waited for a response, grinned more when it wasn't as forthcoming as he expected. Swallowing hard he patted his chest with one fist and looked around before leaning in closer, attempting to be inconspicuous.
"This place ain't right," another pause as he sat up straighter, trying to look over the bus seat to see if he recognized anyone. "I met a guy named Izaya, you know 'im?-- Oh, and where are we going? You'd figure if they think we're legit crazy they'd keep us locked up."
Hopefully this wasn't one of his tax-payer funded institutes. If it was, he was definitely yanking the plug.
It had been a while since their last outing, though Donna was sure she'd had quite enough of the chipper little town due to other outings that hadn't been planned in the slightest. There had not been any more Night of the Living Dead attempts in a while, but she still could have cared less for playing the ring-around-the-loony-bin+town game. She'd even held off on using the ring for that reason alone. No purpose in hitting up a ghost town where she couldn't get a manicure on a midnight discount
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Venom didn't recall falling asleep last night. By all accounts, it should have worried him. Considering the night before last and his unexplainable disappearance, coupled with the incidents of other patients disappearing soon after taking too much rest, another bout of unconsciousness should have been the most alarming thing he had to face in the morning
( ... )
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Aidou was not unaccustomed to being spirited back to his cell at the most inopportune times--mockery seemed to be a part of the Institute’s nature. And this time… this time was no different. As he woke to the sight of the whitewashed ceiling, he could still feel the fading echo of blood lust, and he was sure his eyes flared red before he smacked a hand over them, mostly out of irate disbelief. Damn it!
Screw this latest bastard and his ideals of sufficiency; the noble couldn’t care less what he wanted out of his zoo animals. What Aidou needed was to stay on track and keep himself strong, and last night was supposed to have been a simple chore meant to accomplish just that. Instead, though, it had turned into a disaster in the end. He had a grim suspicion that the girl had made him out, which made Aguilar’s good opinion and the coming day ahead in Doyleton very small in comparison. And it was a problem he didn’t need, not at all! He was supposed to be focused on actual goals like the basement, and the ( ... )
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He rested his head on his pillow, thinking. Had it only been a dream? It seemed very likely. Chicken fingers, furries, savage cats, and a man known only as the Doctor... Yeah, it had to have been a dream, a really stress-fueled dream ( ... )
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Aidou was busy examining the card he'd been given when he heard someone say his real name. What was that now? He turned around and--oh. His latest cellmate hadn't left that long after him. Aidou had known Ippo was there, of course--he had smelled the dried blood, above all--but he hadn't planned to have much to do with him so early. Usually the mornings began with his roommates waking at different times from him ( ... )
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He followed Aidou up onto the bus and suddenly felt anxious. Where should he sit? Did it matter? It only got worse when someone behind him began to shove him forward. He had to make a decision fast! So much pressure! He buckled quickly and just took the empty seat beside his roommate in spite of their rocky relationship. It wouldn't be pleasant, but a known evil was better than an unknown.
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"Oh, it's you," he drawled with a wry grin, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and planting his feet on the ground. The exchange this time was more strained amusement than outright abrasive and he was pleased to see that the selection of clothes today was immensely more casual than before. He'd asked what was the occasion as he got dressed, eye rolling with a faint smirk when he wasn't given much of an explanation aside from 'out ( ... )
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"This place ain't right," another pause as he sat up straighter, trying to look over the bus seat to see if he recognized anyone. "I met a guy named Izaya, you know 'im?-- Oh, and where are we going? You'd figure if they think we're legit crazy they'd keep us locked up."
Hopefully this wasn't one of his tax-payer funded institutes. If it was, he was definitely yanking the plug.
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