Anise was actually sleeping well for once. When morning came, she was curled up on her side, her arms tightly hugging her pillow in the same way they would usually hold Tokunaga
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Staying in for the previous night was a good decision. When Claire woke up, there was less strain on her than she'd felt the previous day. The stress felt almost like she'd slept it away. Almost
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Peter's surprise was just Peter enough to earn a laugh out of her -- an almost watery laugh, because with relief came the impulse of tears, but they weren't actually making it all the way through. Just the tiniest bit of evidence in her voice and in her glossier than usual, big, green eyes. She released him slowly, looking just on the edge of apologetic but not quite sheepish. She was doing a good job of not being embarrassed by her impulsive hug. Which, considering she'd just gone for it, was probably a good thing.
"Yeah, I'm fine." A beat -- not exactly convincing, Claire. People who were fine didn't usually spend their mornings pulling sneak hug attacks in church. She took a minute to acknowledge this and then let her smile widen a little at the edges. "Really. just -- I'm glad you are." Which was even more vague and ominous. Was she on a roll or what
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Aw, man. Really? Really? That just wasn't being fair. They hadn't even gotten to see if the place had paint or not. That was just disappointing. He'd need to plead with the nurses a bit more. Maybe if he tried some sort of pouting face
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Carter woke up lying on his stomach with bandages wrapped around his shoulder. Nuts, they'd gone all the way up there and all he'd done was nearly get eaten by bats. Maybe there really wasn't anything useful at the bottom of the mine and he'd wasted an entire night and a lot of blood
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The room wasn't exactly the most quiet, though the conversations of others were generally being kept in more hushed tones. The acoustics made it so that Carter's mumbled prayers didn't go unnoticed by the troll, though he couldn't pick out all the individual words. It didn't sound like any prayer to his own deities, though, and he scooted just a little closer along the pew in an effort yo make the words out better.
That this might be considered eavesdropping and would probably be frowned upon didn't cross his mind. He rarely saw anyone praying anymore. The other trolls certainly didn't do it, as far as he was aware. What sort of religion did humans have?
He hardly realized he'd gotten within touching distance of the man until he was already there, and even then he didn't seem to be worried about the close proximity. Curiosity was getting the best of him.
By now Carter was reaching the end of a long list of people that God should probably watch out for. He included Claire, because he liked Claire, even if she could probably take care of herself almost as well as God could. Oh, and any members of his family who might still be alive, and take care of all the ones who were in heaven too. Amen.
It wasn't until Carter finished his improvised prayer that he opened his eyes and noticed there was another young man who was practically breathing down his neck. He looked up, hands still pressed together. "Oh, I didn't see you there. I was just busy praying. I know it's not really a church but it's a chapel and that nearly counts." He looked down at his knees, then up again at the tousle-haired man. "Do you need me to say anything?" Just while he was down here and in the neighborhood.
Depth Charge rolled over in his bed with a low groan, dragging his pillow over his head to blot out the sound of Landel's voice- the sound might have surprised him a moment or so before, but once the deja vu had kicked in and he realised that most of the message was strangely familiar he'd shaken it off in favour of trying to get back to sleep. What, were they seriously just replaying old messages? Give me a break.But with the military still around breaks were about as easy to come by as mercy, so it wasn't long before his usual soldier stopped by to drag him out and into the open. And even if he'd been dressed in the old nurse's uniforms (???), he was as unyielding as ever. Scowling, Depth Charge decided he didn't have to feel too bad about sleeping the night through anymore; from the sounds of it going out and fighting back was just what Aguilar wanted, so staying in was just another way for him to ding the guy's diodes
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Peter didn't know what it was, but something about running into Sylar at night made it all end far too quickly. He would have thought it'd be the opposite -- that having to spend time with the killer would have made it drag by extremely slowly -- but in the end this was the usual result. It did mean that Claire hadn't been pestered by the man, but it also meant that Peter had given up yet another night. It was a good thing that he hadn't had much in the way of plans, but still -- he could have used that time to help someone who was injured
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If there was one thing Depth Charge could bring himself to be grateful for, it was the fact that the uniform swap for the day meant that it was a slag-load more comfortable for him to relax now that he didn't have a stiff collar and stiffer boots to contend with. He'd never really understood the point of all that ceremonial stuff; he'd seen 'bots spend hours polishing their medals and weaponry but not know the first thing about actually staying alive in a fight, never mind keeping other people alive.
Not that he could really be comfortable anyway on these pews. Maybe the Sun Room would have been a better choice- though that was on the other end of the scale, so comfortable that there was a good chance of him drifting off again. Which was not what he needed
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Peter felt some relief when Depth Charge immediately responded to him and didn't exhibit any signs of being in pain or having a headache. Usually it was pretty obvious; eyes might be out of focus and there was just a general look of misery about a person who was suffering from one
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The sound of a voice over the intercom interrupted Rose's slumber and she slowly came awake, disoriented, as a moment before she'd been standing in a hallway talking to Elena. She had no memory of coming back to bed at all and yet, here she was
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The hope that the previous night had all been some stress-fueled, lucid nightmare wasn't one Tolten could cling to when he found his eyes opening once more. He couldn't remember going to sleep, and yet
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Hearing the softly spoken words beside her, Rose glanced over to the young man who's sat down on the pew. His words had caught her attention - she knew of very few people who still called upon their ancestors for aid, or spoke to them in prayer, and her bright hazel gaze studied him in curiosity for a moment before she slid closer. He'd stopped praying, a torn expression on his face, and she reached out, her fingers lightly brushing his shoulder so she wouldn't startle him.
"Pardon me," she murmured to his quietly, not wanting to interrupt anyone else here worshiping or praying. "This is probably a very silly question, considering where we are, but... Are you alright?"
Only the fact that he was in a house of worship kept Tolten from crying out when he was suddenly touched. He stiffened and started, turning widened eyes to the sudden presence directly beside him
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Ippo was awake before the intercom had began its morning wake-up call. Years of assisting the family business before dawn approached had imprinted a punctual and irreversible time stamp on his brain.
He lay in his bed, wondering about the night before. Rapunzel and he had tried to climb the institute walls in the hopes of escape, and yet here he was. Back in his room, lying on his bed, and with new clothes as well. It was the smiley face shirt he wore his first day at the institute. Now Ippo had to wonder if any of the last two days had been real. Had he only dreamed the young blond into existence? Maybe he had just been sexually frustrated. It happened to all guys eventually, right? But then where did that leave him and his adventures with the Doctor? Surely, he hadn't wanted--Well, okay, the man had been rather handsome. It was always nice to bask in the glow of pretty people
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A jarring sense of déjà vu greeted Claude the moment he awoke. Dressed in his old uniform, he heard Landel's voice pouring out over the speaker. "What the hell?" he blurted out to himself, bolting upright in bed. What about the military? The General
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"Ah--Claude!" Ippo lifted his head in surprise at the warm greeting, too wrapped up in his own woes to have heard him come close. The pew was nowhere near seating capacity, but he couldn't stop himself from moving down as a courtesy to his friend.
"Mmmm, I'm not really sure," he replied with usual honesty. His brown eyes followed the lines of his fingers as they rubbed his clammy palms. They were rough and calloused and hardly used the last few days. It seemed such a small thing, but training was stress reliever. Without it, his worries mounted on top of each other.
"It's been weird the last few days. I don't know how I feel about it, and now there's visitors coming." Finally, Ippo looked over at Claude. "Does everyone get a visitor?" If so, that could be the one silver lining he would have since coming here.
"Weird" was probably a bit of an understatement. He imagined things had been rough on Ippo, especially considering he'd arrived shortly before the military takeover. That alone had been enough to throw veterans off to some extent.
At least Ippo wasn't sporting any serious injuries. Claude took some satisfaction in that and focused on their conversation.
"I think it's normal to be kind of confused, especially at first," he assured him. It was a tough situation, after all, and sometimes people needed awhile to sort through their thoughts and feelings. At the mention of visitors, though, Claude frowned a little. Something like that would have brought comfort to people in a regular hospital, but here the thought of visitors made his stomach turn.
"I don't think so," Claude answered. "I've been visited a couple of times, but I didn't see anyone last week." That may have had something to do with the experiment the night before, but there was no way for Claude to know for certain.
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"Yeah, I'm fine." A beat -- not exactly convincing, Claire. People who were fine didn't usually spend their mornings pulling sneak hug attacks in church. She took a minute to acknowledge this and then let her smile widen a little at the edges. "Really. just -- I'm glad you are." Which was even more vague and ominous. Was she on a roll or what ( ... )
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That this might be considered eavesdropping and would probably be frowned upon didn't cross his mind. He rarely saw anyone praying anymore. The other trolls certainly didn't do it, as far as he was aware. What sort of religion did humans have?
He hardly realized he'd gotten within touching distance of the man until he was already there, and even then he didn't seem to be worried about the close proximity. Curiosity was getting the best of him.
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It wasn't until Carter finished his improvised prayer that he opened his eyes and noticed there was another young man who was practically breathing down his neck. He looked up, hands still pressed together. "Oh, I didn't see you there. I was just busy praying. I know it's not really a church but it's a chapel and that nearly counts." He looked down at his knees, then up again at the tousle-haired man. "Do you need me to say anything?" Just while he was down here and in the neighborhood.
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Not that he could really be comfortable anyway on these pews. Maybe the Sun Room would have been a better choice- though that was on the other end of the scale, so comfortable that there was a good chance of him drifting off again. Which was not what he needed ( ... )
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"Pardon me," she murmured to his quietly, not wanting to interrupt anyone else here worshiping or praying. "This is probably a very silly question, considering where we are, but... Are you alright?"
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He lay in his bed, wondering about the night before. Rapunzel and he had tried to climb the institute walls in the hopes of escape, and yet here he was. Back in his room, lying on his bed, and with new clothes as well. It was the smiley face shirt he wore his first day at the institute. Now Ippo had to wonder if any of the last two days had been real. Had he only dreamed the young blond into existence? Maybe he had just been sexually frustrated. It happened to all guys eventually, right? But then where did that leave him and his adventures with the Doctor? Surely, he hadn't wanted--Well, okay, the man had been rather handsome. It was always nice to bask in the glow of pretty people ( ... )
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"Mmmm, I'm not really sure," he replied with usual honesty. His brown eyes followed the lines of his fingers as they rubbed his clammy palms. They were rough and calloused and hardly used the last few days. It seemed such a small thing, but training was stress reliever. Without it, his worries mounted on top of each other.
"It's been weird the last few days. I don't know how I feel about it, and now there's visitors coming." Finally, Ippo looked over at Claude. "Does everyone get a visitor?" If so, that could be the one silver lining he would have since coming here.
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At least Ippo wasn't sporting any serious injuries. Claude took some satisfaction in that and focused on their conversation.
"I think it's normal to be kind of confused, especially at first," he assured him. It was a tough situation, after all, and sometimes people needed awhile to sort through their thoughts and feelings. At the mention of visitors, though, Claude frowned a little. Something like that would have brought comfort to people in a regular hospital, but here the thought of visitors made his stomach turn.
"I don't think so," Claude answered. "I've been visited a couple of times, but I didn't see anyone last week." That may have had something to do with the experiment the night before, but there was no way for Claude to know for certain.
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