DAY 25: Recreational Field (second shift)

[rabastlestrange]

Rabastan was on a mission to try to please Severus Snape. Someone should really stop and pity the poor Potions Master. So far, Bast had managed to lose just about everyone he had gotten attached to, and he was determined to not lose Severus. Severus was real after all

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[blacksustenance]

Brock didn't care what he was supposed to do on the recreational field - he'd already gone through years of PE in high school and he refused to go through that kind of shit again as an adult. Besides, it wasn't like he really needed to exercise that much these days, not with their strength, their sense of power when they were together. No amount of pussy, human training and exercise would give him that sense of fulfillment and Brock was determined not to even bother trying

[broken_exorcist]

Allen was in much better spirits after breakfast. Things had finally been cleared up and unlike some people (Kanda namely), they could forgive and forget and work on a way to get out of this place. It felt much better to be outside in the sun too. He wondered, still, about that vampire story's credibility, but if they were out in daylight, wouldn't it be difficult for one to move around? That was what the stories said, right? As long as he didn't get bitten again. It was bad enough the first time and Crowley wasn't even a real vampire

[blacksustenance]

Brock glanced over and inwardly sighed when he realized the albino runt was talking to him.

"And I'm guessing you're a morning person," Brock said dryly and eyed the kid. He certainly didn't look very threatening with his lacking height and that fruity girl's hair, but if there was one thing he'd learned from Landels, it was that for starters kids could be the most dangerous ones and that he was probably a mutant/metahuman/whatever like everyone else here.

This patient didn't look familiar. Probably a good chance that he was new, but if he expected the welcome wagon speech, Brock wasn't exactly the best person to be giving it. After all, if a patient died, then good for him - more food by default, and the uninformed prey were easier pickings if it got to that.

[broken_exorcist]

The Akuma seemed annoyed, though not hostile. Then again, he wasn't wearing his typical Exorcist uniform, so it was possible he just didn't recognize him. The mark on the left side of his face was a fairly good giveaway though, a pentacle above his eye and the strange scar below it. That same left eye had gone black, standing in such close proximity to the Akuma, and the iris a vibrant, glowing red.

"I don't mind them," Allen shrugged. He was used to getting up just before the sun to start his workout routine for the day. "I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind terribly if I asked you a few questions."

[deathinvitation]

One could only guess where Sephiroth had spent breakfast time since he hadn't been in the cafeteria. Still, he joined the rest of the males as they were herded to the field, not bothering to answer the questions on whether or not he would be playing this 'soccer' game. While Sephiroth had enjoyed games when younger (winning at least) he had grown out of that, finding that he was far too competitive to like playing anything. He merely wanted to win at any cost

[thehellismycar]

Fine breakfast and a lovely lady to boot! The hunter wasn't near ready to call her an ally just yet, but from how their banter had grown and ensued he was confident they were on forthcoming terms. Their correspondence was akin to those siblings bartered - as though yeah, sure, they'd never met, but what better way to start a friendship than pretending they were associates prior to capture! He guessed that was a benefit of being Alec's 'clone'.

Smirking as he left the Cafeteria, the nurse ushered him outside.

"Fresh air..." He muttered, opening his arms wide as the faint breeze brushed against his skin. It was a clumsy feeling, relishing what little freedom this asylum provided. Dean considered running laps or something, but the schedule didn't include showers today and he really didn't need the exercise. Plenty of time for that in nightshift

[deathinvitation]

Sephiroth's eyes moved from the sky to Dean, that unblinking gaze studying the hunter before he spoke. He did know this human from somewhere. The question was where. The answer came quickly to him: the showers. This had been the one that had kicked him and left that still fading bruise on his leg.

The question now was if this human was simply stupid in attracting his attention again or suicidal. Either of those conditions Sephiroth could correct in such a low lifeform.

"I recall you, yes. The Turk, Reno's friend."

[thehellismycar]

The man was sincerely primed for a brawl - anything to untie the knots weighing on him. The option of jerking people around was a perpetual contract in Dean's case. Sephiroth's equanimity hadn't slipped (surprisingly), hence the initiative to aggravate him lost its position as top preference. May as well cut to the chase.

"Wouldn't call him a 'friend'. Barely know the guy!" His reply was flanked by a tilt of the head and a vaguely sardonic smile. "Which brings me to ask..." Inclining forward slightly, he wiped his visage of emotion. "Did you know him? Before this place, I mean."

[gentiana_clusii]

The intercom had said the Magic Word.

And that word was 'soccer.' Ken had jumped up without even waiting for his teammates to say something, or even waiting for the intercom to finish its announcement and was one of the first people out on the field. Out of the four other guys out there, no one else was playing.

Well wasn't that boring and pointless? Ken grinned and scooped one of the soccer balls up off the ground with his foot, bounced it off his knee, and kicked it into the goal, reveling in the sound of it hitting the net. Just what he needed.

"What, isn't anyone else gonna play?!"

[robin_fox]

Robin was outdoors.
OUTDOORS!
He needed a run. He was feeling itchy today. Maybe it was because of last night. Combat at last. But no room, you know? So he was kind of itchy and weird. It was weird. He'd never been like this before. He needed to run, to move to chase and hunt and just move. So he went outside. But it looked so small. Robin's old house had a forest for a garden. Hell, his house was a patch of green beyond a waterfall IN the forest. The garden was his house. And it was big. It was a forest, after all. Ah Sherwood. This place was too small. So was going to have to keep his actions smaller. Running laps might start getting frustrating, right? Right. Why was there nothing to chas-ooh! what was that? A spherical device for kicking!

"Ooh De Lally!" he cheered, arms stretched in the air.

He ran over to a fellow with one of the balls.
"Play? Tell me the rules and I'm yours!"
He jogged on the spot, grinning wildly. "Good to be out, isn't it?"

[gentiana_clusii]

"Oh God yes," Ken replied, grinning like a madman. "Never played soccer before?"

"There's quite a few rules, but basically this ball goes into that net." Ken pointed downfield to one of the soccer nets. "No hands, except if you're the goalie--the guy guarding the net. Kick the ball with the side of your foot, it's easier to control that way." Ken gently whacked the ball with the inside edge of his foot as a demonstration. "Or you can use any other part of your body besides your hands and arms." Ken scooped the ball off the ground with his foot again and into the air high enough to bounce off his head. "Got it?"

Without waiting for an answer, Ken jogged off toward the goal. "Try and get it past me!"

[robin_fox]

"I've never eve heard of it," he shrugged. Already the itch was beginning to feel a little relieved.

He listened to rules, expression serious as he nodded occasionally to show he understood. He had to admit though, the rule about no hands was a disappointment. Maybe later he'd invent a game where you could hold the ball and just run with it. It sounded more fun.

He poked the ball with his foot and rolled it back and forth for a moment, getting the feel of it. And then he kicked it along gently, a little closer to the net, before kicking as hard as he could, watching it fly through the air.

[notahangedman]

Missing the breakfast for a man who appreciated the culinary pleasures wasn't the happiest wake up call in the world. Seishirou would have felt deceived if only would have known how to feel

[faithful_dog]

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Naoe hadn't meant to overhear the man asking for a cigarette, but it was the side effect of being herded through a hallway all to the same area. Considering that he himself had been going through withdrawals before Haku had provided him with the pack and matches he had with him he felt as if he could relate to the stranger and didn't want to have to deal with that. He also didn't mind the comment the man had made. What business was it of his?

"Do you want one of these?" he asked the man when he was closer and away from ear shot of the nurses. "They might not be your brand, but it's better than nothing." He held out the pack Haku had given him in such a way that the nurses couldn't see. They hadn't minded if he smoked, but they might have an issue if he was giving them to other patients. "I have matches as well." Those they might have had an issue with him carrying around, but what was the point of having cigarettes if you couldn't smoke them.

[notahangedman]

[Don't mind in the least. :D]

Seishirou arched his brows when the man showed him the pack of cigarettes. Obviously good will wasn't as dead ideal as he had thought, and someone was willing to give away from their own just for the sake of being nice.

"Thank you, you're very kind." He offered a friendly smile at the man with his words and subtly guided their steps towards the quiet sidelines, where they wouldn't gather so much attention. "I would love one."

He wasn't stupid enough not to notice the way the man was holding the cigarette pack, hidden from curious gazes. And that alone stopped him from picking up one of the cancer rolls right away and lighting up. It had been a day since his last cigarette, and death, he was ready to die again for the nicotine fix.

"I'm Sakurazuka Seishirou, nice to meet you." He chuckled, and then tilted his head back towards the nurses that were leaving behind. "Is there a policy about cigarettes around here?"

[faithful_dog]

"Tachibana Yoshiaki," Naoe offered. He felt a little more relaxed that Seishirou had a Japanese name (he couldn't help it, he had been Japanese for 400 years) though that didn't mean he was able to completely let down his guard. Of course he appeared to be friendly and relaxed but he was taking an assessment of this man, figuring out if he would be useful later on. He smiled and it seemed that it was nothing more than sincere. He walked with Seishirou, not caring who lead and who followed for now.

"They have allowed me to smoke as long as I have supervision. I think they might not be pleased that I also have matches with me," he seemed to be a little amused by the idea. "And I doubt they would allow me to offer them to the other 'patients'." He said the last word with just a hint of sarcasm.

[seiran314]

When Ken pounced away, Aya felt for a moment like just slipping into the crowds and disappearing to the sunroom, but even if he couldn't care less about the sports, fresh air was a tempting enough idea to drag him outside

[odzuchikodzuchi]

The recreational field again, huh? Ravi didn't think that was anything to complain about, though. Maybe he'd get a chance to catch Allen on the way outside or out there, since they probably had some catching up to do, especially after the conversation he'd had with Hitsugaya at breakfast. It sounded like a pretty good idea, joining that little 'arts and crafts' group and working together. From the sound of it, they were already on track with their plans and most people here had to have a common goal. Right

[seiran314]

Glancing at his roommate from the corner of his eye, Aya stayed facing the fence, not acknowledging the other redhead with anything else but a small shrug at first. For some reason this place made world look completely different in daylight and dark hours. It was like meeting a new person even if he had spend the whole last night in Ravi's company. Grudgingly he sighed and lowered his chin a little, crimson bangs falling over his eyes to veil his gaze.

"Hnn." At least Ravi had seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn't shy away from the first insult, which should serve him well because Aya was not a good mood right now. "No. It's useless." His words were punctuated with a sharp snort, and he curled his fingers around the metal loops of the fence. A tense rattle shook the chain net from his tight grip. So damn trapped.

[odzuchikodzuchi]

Used to plenty of unwillingness to talk from certain people, Ravi wasn't easily deterred, although he knew when backing off might be a good idea and he wasn't planning to stick around for long if Aya wanted to be left alone. Still, maybe he had news the guy might actually want to hear, right?

"Guess you got a point there," Ravi remarked. "A game of soccer isn't gonna help anybody get out, right?" He shrugged and smiled. "But it looks like those guys're having fun. That's gotta be something while they're still stuck here, at least."

His gaze followed the patients' game and then wandered back to where Allen was for a while, watching as another man joined him and the guy he'd been talking to, before returning to Aya.

"You okay?"