Night 57: M61-M70 Hallway

[unpriest]

It had sounded all so very hard to believe, the things that Vino-san and Maya-san had told him. Though Seishin had been skeptical, he couldn't help but think that something was terribly wrong with this place, no matter if the nurses were real or soldiers in disguise. The announcement at least confirmed as much, dropping the facade they had

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[razing_phoenix]

As it turned out, Okita hadn't been in the mood for a chat. While Guy would have liked a chance to unwind and get his mind off of things, having a long period of solitude had at least allowed him to finish most of his dinner and collect his thoughts. It also meant he was dressed in his newfound outfit from home and had all of his supplies in order by the time that the intercom came on

[doneinthree]

By the time the intercom switched on, Kirk was already fully changed, with all of his nighttime supplies waiting ready.  This time around, he hadn't even entertained the thought of shutting his eyes for a second - and with what he'd found in his box, beside his uniform, he wasn't sure if he could've slept anyway.

On his desk lay three items: an envelope, heavily blacked out with marker; a folded letter written in a familiar hand; and a photograph.  The first two he'd inspected enough times to have practically memorized them, and it was the picture he'd been staring at before Aguilar's voice came on.  His mom, his brother, Aurelan and their son.  The happy circle of his family, warm and complete.  If there was someone missing, it wasn't Jim - and he suspected anyway that that missing person was the one holding the camera with steady hands and an affectionate eye

[wantsyourzex]

This time, ZEX was going to stay awake.

He sat, rigid and focused, as the intercom came on. After what had been done to him here, he had little trust for this place or those in charge of it, even if the ownership had supposedly changed. What this person said sounded appealing, of course, which only made sense. What better way to gain the populace's trust than by telling them what they wanted to hear? By manipulating them into doing what they wanted with respect after harsh treatment? ZEX had done this himself, it was all too obvious. He wasn't about to fall for such talk so easily.

He doubted that there would truly be a reward for taking whatever it was that had been left in the medical wing. While they did seem intent on not outright killing their prisoners, he knew from personal experience that they did enjoy torture. So much like the Ilwrath, these humans, and in a reasonable world, he would not be able to make such an apt comparison. Whatever it was probably would have no benefit and horrific side-effects

[wantsyourzex]

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[deadlyjuliet]

Where in the bloody hell did his day go? Grell rolled over in bed and stared bleary eyed up at the darkened ceiling above him. His memory of the day was distressingly fuzzy and yet he felt as if he hadn't slept a wink. This bed was simply too uncomfortable for a lady's delicate skin! Or maybe it was just that he was sleeping at a weird angle. He had no idea. Whatever it was, Grell sat up in bed and rubbed his neck, trying to work the kinks out as he listened to the announcement overhead.

Most of the words was lost to him however as he listened to that dreamy accent. An angry accent even. So much better. Settling his glasses into place, Grell watched the intercom, wondering just what the man on the other side looked like. Hopefully something handsome to match that voice. Handsome, smooth as his accent was delicious, cold and calculating, cruel most likely, a dictator and one not afraid of a little violence to get the desired results... Oh yes, the perfect sort of person. And with good taste, too, if the uniforms were his

M63 to M64

[notachick]

After coming back from the day's visit and finding what lay inside the box on his bed, Okita simply hadn't felt like talking. Ayumu was alive. Either her or some vision of her created to haunt him and Hijikata. At least with him, he was ready to see her in some ways. He had seen her and talked to her, known her again through this place, and thus was not as thrown off balance when she appeared before them again, believing herself to be someone called Yuuko. Hijikata on the other hand

M64

[terriblehaiku]

His roommate had left for the night, but Hijikata had remained behind after the doors unlocked, mulling over the announcement that had sounded from the ceiling. He'd been angry already, and that hadn't improved his mood at all. They were bribing people now? How ludicrous. He had no doubt someone would be willing to take them up on the offer, but they would likely be people who were motivated by nothing more than greed and a desire for personal comforts. And those sorts of people made terrible soldiers. He knew that from experience. He'd helped kill men for that sort of attitude.

He was ready to snap out an insult when he heard the knock, but stopped when he heard Souji's voice.

"Yes, I'm here." It was still short and ill-tempered, but he doubted that would put the younger man off, much. He did not, however, actually stand to let Okita in the room, instead staying at his empty desk.

M64

[notachick]

Ooh, that wasn't a good sign. Hijikata's voice was gruff and he sounded annoyed at something or another. Okita hoped it wasn't the lack of tobacco, and yet at the same time he hoped it was. That was easy enough to cure, other annoyances...not so much. After waiting a second longer and hearing no indication that Hijikata was going to get up and open the door, Okita turned the handle himself and entered. He peeked around the corner of the closet at the desks, trying to keep his expression and his tone light despite all the thinking he'd done in his own room.

"Frowning so much is going to ruin your good looks you know," he teased, giving the older man an impish smile. Best to keep behind the closet wall in case Hijikata wasn't in the mood for teasing tonight; especially considering what he was about to do to him. Maybe it wasn't so smart.... But then it would certainly get Hijikata's mind off whatever was bothering him. "It would be quite a shame for that to happen."

M64

[terriblehaiku]

"If it hasn't happened yet, it's not going to," he replied, wondering why Okita was hiding rather than coming into the room properly. Of course, very little of what Souji chose to do off the battlefield made any sense, so it was probably useless effort on his part.

"They're just being wasted here anyway," he added with a grumble. There were a lot of things lacking in this place, and good female companionship was one of them, not that he really spent much time dwelling on it. There were more important things to concentrate on. "I assume you're here for a reason?"

It was possible he wasn't. It was totally in the realm of belief that Souji would come by for the express purpose of teasing him. But after the day they'd had, he doubted the young man would be quite that frivolous.