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Day 29: Courtyard

Jan 11, 2008 12:55

Hiei easily grew sick of the same walls--not to mention the same idiots always within those walls--and while not perfect, the chance to go outside was better than lingering in the boundaries of that damned prison. So when the chance came, the demon was quick to leap on it, heading outside almost quick enough to make a nurse wonder if he was ( Read more... )

subzero, sheska, usopp, hinamori momo, peter petrelli, ritsuka, soubi, sam winchester, naomi, leon (so2), oriya, kikyo, hiei, hitsugaya, kurikara, javert, eddie brock, dean winchester, omi, hisoka, l, haseo, m, sparda

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forgot_it_all January 12 2008, 05:30:31 UTC

The nurses had patched him up, putting a large bandage on his cheek and wrapping gauze around the other injuries. He hadn't wanted to leave his mother, but the shift had ended and everyone had been escorted out. As soon as his nurse let him go, Ritsuka ran outside with the book he'd taken out last time. Now that he was sitting under a tree, far from everyone else, he was finally able to think.

His mother, Jordan's mother, whoever she was, it didn't matter. She had lost her child and now she was alone. If that was really Misaki, if she had been taken from their home and made to believe these lies, then Ritsuka would get back to her as soon as he could. He was just glad to see that she was alive and still the same as he remembered her.

He could have done without the new injuries, but these were familiar in a way. Staying out of sight, but keeping an eye out for Soubi, Miku or Alfons, Ritsuka started reading and tried to relax.

heraldric January 12 2008, 05:53:54 UTC

It was starting to get colder in the shade now, and though Leon had tried to get back to napping after Dias had left, he found his efforts futile. Yawning, he got to his feet and dusted off a few errant strands of grass from when he'd pulled them up a while before. Maybe he could find a place in the last remains of sun to nap some more before they were called in for dinner ( ... )

forgot_it_all January 12 2008, 06:22:56 UTC

While he'd expected someone to find him, he hadn't thought it would be a kid near his age. Ritsuka glanced up from the pages of Dante's Inferno and gave the kid settling in next to him a wary look. He disliked most people his age because they were stupid or wanted to talk about inane things like Morning Musume or whatever else it was kids liked, but this one didn't seem so bad. He just hoped he wasn't proven wrong.

"...hey," he responded after a moment. Leon seemed sleepy, as if he'd just woken from a nap, so he couldn't have just had a visitor. Most of the patients who had that unpleasant experience were far more downtrodden or agitated. After giving Leon a good once over, the twelve-year old went back to his book to mark the page before partially closing it to give Leon his attention. "Aoyagi Ritsuka. It's been better. How about you?"

heraldric January 12 2008, 06:58:26 UTC

"Same, I guess. But that seems to be the way this place is. Well... today hasn't been so bad." Leon peered over at Ritsuka's book, checking the title but not recognizing it any more than the ones he'd picked out himself. "I should have grabbed a book this morning," he muttered. "I wanted to get a start on them. I didn't even get my journal!" And at this rate he was never going to finish the damn thing. His spells might work just a little better if he could...

"Have any friends here? From your world, I mean." It seemed to be the topic of the day with Leon, so he went on with it. A lot of people weren't as lucky as he had been.

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blacksustenance January 12 2008, 05:59:33 UTC

[About to bump into Peter Petrelli]

Apparently fresh air was supposed to be good for the soul, according to the orderly escorting him. To Brock, after living in New York, fresh air was still a bit of a novelty, but he couldn't say it was doing much for his soul. Still, he guessed it was that or try to enjoy the fresh air during the night and try to survive, which didn't exactly leave him free to do much else.

He wasn't sure how he felt about the conversation with Parker. The kid just filled him with far too many damn mixed feelings, like a goddamn woman, and he was getting tired of it, to tell the truth. Getting tired of not knowing exactly if he was going to sock Parker or - or something. All he knew was that everything he did, sometimes even what the Spider thought, was important. Like earth-shattering important. He missed the days when he knew exactly how he felt about people and what to say around them; but those days were over, and besides, he wouldn't trade them for the world. He'd trade his days as a free human for a life- ( ... )

human_sponge January 12 2008, 06:16:32 UTC

When the nurse explained the different options of where Peter could go to him, it hadn't taken long for him to decide on the courtyard. As he had walked down the halls with the woman, he had realized that this definitely had to be a facility of some sort. Considering they were "taking care" of his brother, whatever that meant, he was going to stick to his theory that the Company was involved in this in one way or another.

With all that in mind, he didn't think he was going to get many chances to go outside. On a more practical note, if he got a look at the surrounding area he might be able to pinpoint where he was, exactly.

On the way there, he was led through a large room with comfy chairs and with a number of other people wearing the same clothes as him, lounging around and talking like this was all normal, and then through a cafeteria with more of the same. This at least meant that there were others who were in the same position as he was, but who had been around longer and might be able to help him work through what was going on ( ... )

blacksustenance January 14 2008, 07:02:23 UTC

Brock turned. "Yeah?"

Some kid was approaching him from behind. Brock sized him up for a second; pretty much a gawky looking kid with hair that was right up Parker's alley and probably could use a good cut, in his opinion. He didn't ring any bells. Probably another newbie here, another poor sap who woke up one day and found himself in a bedroom with barred windows and locks on the outside. No matter how many new people he saw come in, and the fact that he knew a good portion were mutants with freak powers, he still felt a bit sorry for them. Freaks or not, he didn't think every mutant needed to be locked up if they were sane, normal people.

As patients went, this new guy looked pretty normal to him - like the kind of quiet, shy types who'd be better off hiding behind a counter or a book than throwing lightning bolts or turning into a human Gumby. Or maybe he wasn't even a freak. There were probably normal people here too, people who had been taken probably without getting checked out.

human_sponge January 14 2008, 07:34:51 UTC

Not being ignored was a good start, though Peter could tell that the other man was sizing him up. That was fair enough, he figured. The first thought he had once they were face-to-face was wondering what this guy's power was. If this facility was in fact Company-run, then everyone here had to have an ability, right ( ... )

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thehellismycar January 12 2008, 13:29:24 UTC

[ reserved for Sam ]

His body seemed to be moving of its own accord. He couldn't think straight, sucking in short breaths as he stopped by the main rooms, eyes wide and darting left right centre. The armor wasn't as impenetrable as he'd like to boast it was at the moment, yet nothing could be done to make him falter in his tracks, the will to jab anyone who dared to intervene deemed rational by this point.

As far as he was concerned, this was a mission.

Running a hand over his face, he paused in the courtyard, silently demanding his heart quit its ruthless pounding, his teeth grinding but those eyes betraying the deepest anxiety. He stalked around the pond, on the lookout for his brother with the next course of action already lined up for if the younger man refused to show in five, four, three, two --

neverreallyfit January 13 2008, 07:58:43 UTC

One might wonder if the luck that brought Sam out before the count reached one was good or ill. Regardless of the answer, he did show his face, pausing briefly to blink his eyes back into focus against the bright light of the sun - and to take note of his surroundings. Daylight or no, so far as he was concerned the institute all but defined the term 'hostile territory'.

He looked faintly abstracted, as was so often the case, as though his thoughts chased down some path completely separate from the one his body took. Which was, despite the apparent distraction, unerringly in Dean's direction.

thehellismycar January 13 2008, 13:21:00 UTC

There you are.

The elder brother approached on swift steps, catching sight of Sam as soon as he'd rounded the corner. College Boy obviously had his head in the clouds, though Dean was positive this latest news would make for a speedy descent to earth. Face white as a sheet, he stopped directly in front of him, the halting motion itself slightly stiff.

"Sam!" The greeting was belated, like he'd either forgotten to say it at the start, or he hadn't expected to cover the distance between them that fast. He continued to ogle the other man as though he'd stumbled on a cluster of racing thoughts.

Unusual that he was taking this long to voice his qualms.

neverreallyfit January 14 2008, 21:22:38 UTC

Sam's gaze focused firmly on Dean with remarkable swiftness. While there was still a faint air of abstraction about him, it was little different than that which he possessed while they were chasing down one or another of the more peculiar leads on a hunt.

He regarded Dean a touch warily, taking in the older man's pallor and stiffness and belated greeting all. Seeing the other hunter shaken never boded well, and he doubted somehow that this place would provide a departure from that pattern. His brow furrowed, eyes narrowing slightly in concern that he half-expected to start yet another argument before it was even voiced.

Even after several days, it wasn't easy for Sam to bear in mind that his brother wouldn't recall the events leading to those arguments, let alone the fights themselves.

"What's up?" he asked, a brief pause between the words suggesting that was not quite the question he'd initially intend to voice, but rather some compromise.

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beloved_less January 13 2008, 18:40:32 UTC

Soubi has tracked Ritsuka down but wasn't going to approach. Despite the absolute desire to hold Ristuka and keep him away from anybody who might hurt him. That woman had been here. She'd harmed Ritsuka. And Soubi had done nothing but wait in the Sun Room, lonely. He'd known something was up. Or perhaps it was just paranoia. But he should have been there to shield the boy. He'd failed once again and no punishment would come to him. Therefore, he would not be forgiven.

He hated this limbo. A cigarette would have made it somewhat more bearable, but if he started smoking, others would flock to him. He wasn't going to have that. Instead, he sat and watched Ritsuka.

usoppsenchou January 13 2008, 22:57:29 UTC

At the announcement of the shift change, Usopp finally wandered outside for some fresh air even if it wasn't the salty scent of home. It was just like this place to change around as he was starting to have an interesting conversation.

But it also made him pensive. The Dr. seemed to be a lot better at this whole 'invention' thing--which shouldn't have been a surprise, he'd only played with it at home and the most complex thing he'd ever built had been the ClimaTact, but it still stung a little. Between that, and the alchemists...

Yuber was still his ally, though. And Sai seemed to think there was some value in what they were doing, at least for themselves if not as something to share. Still feeling awkward, he sat down on the grass and opened his notebook. Instead of working on some new design, he found himself idly sketching Captain Usopp standing atop some very large and black-clad opponent with triumph.

He still hadn't seen Luffy or the others today, either.

[Feel free to bug ^^]

multiweapon January 14 2008, 20:26:46 UTC

( No one has bothered yet, soo.. *awkward kind of bother.* )After the awkward and strange exchange inside the Arts and Crafts room, the rogue decided that going elsewhere was a good idea. After all, it didn't hurt to take a look around after being holed up in that room for so long. Haseo made his way outside, despite the encounter from that monster the previous night tugging at the back of his mind. With how rediculous this place was there was no telling what would happen next. "Better not let my guard down." He muttered out loud--a lingering habit from the game ( ... )

usoppsenchou January 14 2008, 23:01:47 UTC

[Yay!]

It took several minutes for Usopp to realize he was being watched. He hadn't brought the precious caged pastels out, so this drawing was black and white in ink... nonetheless, he was doing his best to give nice highlights on the muscles of the downed black-clad opponent as well as the long and luxuriant hair of the mighty Captain. It was quite focused work.

At last, his brain noted that someone was standing over him, looking down. Usopp glanced up sheepishly, a faint grin on his face as though he'd been caught at something slightly naughty and very well might be scolded but didn't mind too much. Comparing noses, even in the idealized version on his page, there was no question who the conquering hero happened to resemble.

"Hi." It was nobody he'd met before. But anyone who stopped to look at art couldn't be all bad. "You want a closer look?"

multiweapon January 15 2008, 01:51:26 UTC

After a little while of standing in one place, the figure crossed his arms in an idle manner. Pictures like that were kind of like the pictures on the Apkallu.

Haseo didn't mean to loom and when the person turned around and asked him if he wanted a closer look at the picture, he raked a hand thrugh his hair embarassed that he had. "... Sure." Not that he was going to refuse a look or anything; it would be pretty bad to stand and watch, and then claim that he didn't want to look at the picture. So he did lean in and take a better look at the guys drawing.

It looked like he was drawing some kind of...pirate using another guy as 'stepping stool'. Though pretty elaborate and comical to begin with, the face from the victorious pirate in the sketch put it a little over the top. "Hey," Haseo snickered, "Don't tell me that's you." A scrawney artist drawing himself as a big and buff guy--a little elaborate indeed.

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