Day 29: Rec Field (2nd Shift)

[sugarsweetblood]

[OOC: Waiting for Kenren, I think...? Daddy!?!]It was the second time she'd needed to be sedated since being dumped in this awful place. The fight hadn't even really been a fight either, just a refusal to move or do anything that the nurses wanted her to do after "Tyki" had left. It was just the adamant resistance that had gotten her injected and

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The basics were offered to Ken as the patient-nurse pair made their way through the hallways, though all of it served to irritate the boy further. Landel’s Institute was his current location, a hospital for the mentally unfit. Of course, his nurse had used a more politically correct term, but it was difficult to not hear her true views on the subject. This place was full of crazies

[demon_beast]

There was no chance at all that the nurse would have been able to drag Argilla back inside until the very last moment and her attempt to move the pink haired woman ended with Argilla growling at her in a way that clearly said the demon was wondering exactly what the nurse tasted like. It seemed to get her point across. Who knew when she'd be able to get outside again

[rectifies]

The kicking abruptly stopped at the voice, and Ken turned to regard the woman who had called out to him. She was older than all the girls at the dorms, probably on par with some of the teachers at his school. If it wasn't for the uniform and the pink hair, he might have mistaken her for one of the hospital's staff. She certainly did not have the chaotic vibe Ken had come to expect from mental patients.

Then again, he was pretty lucid himself...

"Y-Yeah," the boy answered back, taking several steps in her direction. "I found myself here just five minutes ago." He hoped that sort of thing was common here.

"Oh, um, sorry if I was being distracting," added Ken with an apologetic expression. "I usually don't kick grass."

[demon_beast]

Argilla smiled kindly at the boy, trying to reassure him. She liked children after all, the ones she'd met anyway, and she hated people being scared of her. "I only arrived the day before yesterday," she explained. "I just woke up here without knowing how I got here or why. Did they call you a strange name too?"
The names were odd. Surely it would be easier to make them believe things if they used their real names instead of ones that were blatantly wrong. "I think most people end up here the same way." It was a good way to disorientate people at least.

She shook her head. "It's fine. I can understand being frustrated by ending up here."

[1mperturbable]

[Waiting for Sir Barret]After he had watched his mother leave, Cloud had found himself escorted to the Recreational Field because, as his nurse put it, ‘he needed to leave behind his pasty self’. He had, at first, been a little apprehensive about being moved so far away from the front entrance, but eventually, he had allowed himself to be convinced away

[bigshotbarret]

The hours had gone by in a blur, and such a thing was becoming a typical commodity for Barret. The shifts passed as nothing new or exciting arose, and he felt like he was stuck in an endless cycle. He couldn't have been the only one to feel like that, yet since that man at the Church, he hadn't had the energy to strike conversation with any strangers, nor seek out his friends. There was a part of him that resigned into himself as an aspect of healing his damaged spirit, but soon he'd have to take action and re-emerge as the Barret he knew and remembered. The Barret that was sure to keep himself alive

[1mperturbable]

Cloud felt the shadow suddenly appear over top of him, but he only opened his eyes again when he felt his shoulders seized and his body shaken. The pleasant expression warped into him baring his teeth as he grabbed the forearm of whoever decided it would be a nice joke to shake him out of his daydreams

[bigshotbarret]

Cloud’s snarl certainly took some of the wind from Barret’s lungs. He hadn’t expected such a feral reaction, but if the establishment was fucking with his head as much as he originally thought, it shouldn’t have surprised him

[seiran314]

[Please, bother him if you wish! :) He probably won't be very nice, though. ^^;]

The hard part was leaving Omi. Aya would have rather stayed with the boy, but it was the only chance to get out before the nightshift and he desperately needed some fresh air to dust out some thoughts from his overworked mind.

He stayed quiet as the nurse chattered this and that the whole way outside, following her with bowed head and quiet grunt when she asked something. He tried not to think about the letter, or what Omi had said, and even more so the fact that Sena had been alive.

It just couldn't be true.

Outside he requested an baseball bat from the nurse who had escorted him and headed to the farthest corner of the field with it. He moved through the various katas slowly, describing every motion with meticulous care. It was the closest of meditation he could think of, mind of no mind. The bat was not the same weight or texture as his sword, or even a practice sword, but it didn't matter, as long as he had something in his hands it didn't feel

[zeus_incarnate]

After just standing around in the courtyard, Marcus wanted to actually do something. Being outside was nice, and while it wasn't quite the same as flying, running laps around the rec field would have to do.

As he approached the far corner of the field he slowed down, watching someone practicing a martial art with a baseball bat. His movements were stiff, and while the guy looked like he knew what he was doing it was also very clear he was injured.

[seiran314]

If Aya was aware of someone observing his routine, he did not give any indication of it. One stance after another, slipping from one to another without paying any mind neither to the motion or his thoughts.

He spun around several times, his gaze connecting with someone watching him, and slipping past without recognition. Thrust, then a sweeping swing, which took him facing the other direction again.

It was a miracle his side didn't bother him more than it did. Tonight he'd have to unwrap some bandages to find out... Tonight? The thought made him falter a little, just a tremor in the smoothness of his motions.

What about tonight? The thought carried through several stances, a frown furrowing his brows now.

[zeus_incarnate]

Statesman came to a complete stop to watch the man wielding the baseball bat. He certainly looked skilled, despite his injuries.

Maybe he would be able to get this guy as an ally. Marcus did want to get on with his run, but he also wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like this.

It wasn't like he needed to work out, either. Ever since he'd drank from the fountain of Zeus he'd noticed that his body did an excellent job of maintaining itself.

[godofflash]

There was, Yoruichi supposed, something to be said for being outside in the fresh air and sunlight even if one was a prisoner. And despite the self-discipline she could exercise, she'd never been terribly keen on self-deprivation. There just wasn't any point. And so, given the option, she requested to be led outside.

After one meandering circuit around the field, face tilted upwards to catch as much of the sunlight as she could, she settled herself a ways away from the other patients, the better to keep an eye out. Or an ear, perhaps, as she bent at the waist to begin a set of stretches to work out the kinks that seemed determined to make a permanent home in her back.

[flashyaudacity]

He hadn't been able to get much useful information out of the nurse on the walk outside, other than the fact that he was at "Landel's Institute"... a mental hospital.

They thought he was crazy. Him? Ha! Some people (like Hakuba... not to name any names) might like to think he was a bit nuts, but he was the very picture of sanity!

Still, it had helped a little to know what sort of place he'd ended up in. Now he just needed to find Jii-chan, and make his escape.

The nurse had left him shortly after they'd arrived at the field, but not until she'd pressed a soccer ball into his hands and told him to have fun. He looked around the field, trying to spot any face that was the least bit familiar, before staring down at the ball he held. From the looks of things, he definitely wasn't in Tokyo any more, and it was getting harder to think that he might still be in Japan after all

[osakapwnzu]

"Man, that nap felt good!" Heiji crowed, crutching his way through the halls. He was starting to get the hang of his crutches--enough so that he was leaving his nurse in the dust.

"Harley, come back here this instant!" His nurse screeched, "You should be resting in the courtyard or Sun Room, not gallivanting across the recreational field!"

"Huuuuh? I can't hear you!" The Osakan detective called back, "Y'must be talking to someone else~" He grinned and kicked the door to the rec field open, quickly crutching his way inside. He was going to practice walking--even if it killed him. He needed to be in shape for his meeting with Okita tonight, otherwise he'd be completely useless. Pacing around the Sun Room would be weird, and at least here he'd--

Wait, Kudo?

There was a kid messing around with a soccer ball, who looked just like Kudo! Dammit, had they snagged him too?

"Oi!" He crutched his way over to the kid, one step at a time, "Kudo!"

[flashyaudacity]

Absorbed in his thoughts, Kaito didn't hear a familiar name being called.

There was still the matter of how he'd ended up in a mental hospital. Even if he and Jii-chan had been forced to run after the last job, if they had needed to go to a hospital, they would have gone to a normal one.

And if he'd been caught (even if he had been declared insane), he would have expected Nakamori to insist on something a little more severe than an asylum... like the most heavily-guarded private cell he could find. He would not be here if he'd been caught, so that ruled out that possibility.

He kicked the soccer ball away, losing interest in it.

[osakapwnzu]

"Hey, if you're ignoring me, I'm gonna kick your-- oh!" Heiji stopped short, poised to kick the guy he thought was his friend in the shins. "Sorry, wrong guy..." he laughed a little, embarrassed. "Thought you were a guy I knew."

He did look rather familiar, though...

"Sorry about the mix-up!" He grinned. "Don't think I've seen ya 'round here! Y'new or am I just that unobservant?" The answer was pretty obvious, though.