Day 33: Recreational Field

[razing_phoenix]

Guy let out a sigh of relief as he made his way out onto the field, glad to have some fresh air and sunshine after going so many days without it. That was one of the hardest things about being kept in this place, in his opinion. At least during their journey they had been outside more often than not

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[tyki_pon]

"But we're outside!" Tyki protested, once again trying to get some smokes from his nurse. It was a vain attempt, but he stubbornly kept trying. Perhaps she'd give in if he whined hard enough.

"No, João. Smoking is bad for your health, even when you are outside!" She answered, giving him a stern look that somewhat reminded him of a teacher even despite the fact he had never been to school. "We could give you some nicotine patches instead."

But the hobo shook his head, not wanting those either. The nurse sighed and pressed a ball into his hands. "Now, behave." she said before heading off to attend to another patient.

He let out another disappointed sigh, though he had better hopes of finding some smokes tonight. That map he got from the bulletin board would definitely come in handy. Not having much better to do, he began dribbling the ball to try and keep himself a little occupied. It seemed less boring than sitting around, at least.

[For Nathan.]

[fly_petrelli]

Nathan was beyond trying to be polite to his nurse by now. Another night spent barely making contact with another person, and they hadn't even come close to contacting Claire again. Needless to say, he hadn't been in the mood for that bright smile and happy chirp of "Good morning, Mr. Campbell

[tyki_pon]

"Eh?" Tyki looked at the other man from behind his thick glasses, somewhat surprised at the sudden question. He quickly regained his composure, though. "Uh...I just got here yesterday. What 'bout you?"

Rhode had been here a whole week before he got here himself, and Allen had been here for a while as well, apparently. There was a large chance of this man being here longer too.

"My name's Tyki, what's yours?" The Noah asked, grinning. He couldn't really call this guy 'redhead' or 'boy', and considering you usually needed a name to call someone by, he might as well ask for his real one.

[fly_petrelli]

Even newer than he was was. Nathan frowned just a little. At least he probably had one Nightshift under his belt. The last thing he needed was to have to explain his own limited knowledge of Landel's to a newcomer, not that he wasn't well prepared to have to do so at some point. The more informed the masses were, the greater the chance of organization and eventual escape.

"Nathan Petrelli," he replied in the same tone he usually adopted when introducing himself. "I woke up a couple of days ago. How was your first night?"

[0bnoxious]

Albel's anger still hadn't faded as he stomped onto the recreational field. His nurse couldn't help but shake her head.

"Don't pick any fights, Jonathan." She insisted on a stern tone before leaving him to his devices. The warrior replied with a 'hmph' before taking a spot as far away from the playing scum as possible. He had learned the hard way what happened when he got too close to them, and wasn't about to make the same mistake again.

[Free to be pestered!]

[vintage_brit]

Mason dragged himself out onto the rec field. What with the having no skin on his left arm, he didn't much feel like tossing any balls.

Heh. Balls.

Some bloke was sitting off by himself, and the reaper made his way over. Maybe they could bond over how much they hated their entire lives.

"Hi there," he said wanly, wiggling the finger of his right hand. "Mind if I hang out?"

[0bnoxious]

"And what would you say if I would, maggot?" Albel snarled, venom dripping from his voice. He didn't even bother to glance at whoever the maggot was who got the dumb idea to go and join him. He was hardly from social, or nice for that matter, and today wasn't going to be an exception.

[vintage_brit]

"I'd say you're a right cocksucker and I'm gonna stay here anyway," Mason shot back. He wasn't in the mood to take shit from people.

Just to prove it was a free country and he could do what he liked, the reaper sat down next to the man and curled his bandaged arms around his knees.

[longlivetehking]

The conversation with Nakago had been interesting, and it was almost a pity they were about to be herded to the next activity. A quick observation of some of the other patients made Scar conclude he had no desire to partake in any of these human games, even aside from the fact he considered himself too old for immature activities such as 'playing'. He was no longer a clueless cub, after all.

Seating himself on the grass - making sure he was out of harm's way - he merely observed the humans present on this area. It wasn't like he had anything else to do, after all.

[Also free!]

[nakanai_toboe]

[hope you don't mind. :3]

Toboe finished wolfing down his food as the voice-from-the-wall announced that they were going to be going outside. Outside! And the sun was shining, though it felt kinda weird feeling the sun against human skin instead of wolf fur.

He happily kicked off his slippers and ran awkwardly around the open space (it was so much easier to keep his balance with four legs and a tail, and he wasn't used to being so slow,) before flopping down near a dark haired man.

"Hi!" Toboe greeted. "Why're you just sitting here? It's so nice out!"

[longlivetehking]

[Not at all! ^^]

Even despite the humans playing a small distance away, Scar happened to enjoy being outside. Being inside for so long was almost claustrophobic, and the fresh air was at least something he was a little familiar with even with the different climate compared to his home world.

The King had noticed the young boy approaching, taking note of the way he ran around the field before sitting down next to him. This was enough to interest the former lion, even when the first sentence he spoke somewhat reminded him of Simba.

"Good morning." he greeted back politely. "I suppose I am a little too old for these games." Not to mention that he didn't even understand the logic of kicking a round object around the field.

"Shouldn't you be playing along?"

[nakanai_toboe]

Toboe paused for a moment, watching the people playing on the field--he had to admit, the thought of chasing something was pretty tempting. But no one would ever believe he wasn't a puppy if he kept on running off after anything that moved, and even though he was a person here, he had to keep from going back to that habit. Tsume would make fun of him if he didn't.

"Nah. That's a pup's game."

Evidently he was forgetting (or didn't notice in the first place) that his behavior was very puppy-like, too. And that he was only two years old.

[ran_on_empty]

[Augh gosh, posting first? So weird. 8|]

To be honest, Sync was expecting something more out of his conversation with Asch, but considering that they weren't exactly on friendly terms and that the redhead wasn't the most social person he shouldn't have been surprised. Oh well, it wasn't as if it was all that big of a loss. It would've been nice to have someone else to leech information off, but it wasn't like he couldn't do it himself.

"Will this be your first time outside, Stephen?" The prospect of getting away from the abnormally clean smell of the hospital was a tantalizing one. The God-General simply nodded at his nurse's words, following her as she escorted them out onto the field, glancing around the open space once they stepped onto the grass. It wasn't long before he was left to his own devices and Sync figured a few laps around the area would be a good start to his exercise.

However, before he could even begin to stretch he managed to catch sight of a familiar shade of blond from several yards away. Well now, wasn't that a

[razing_phoenix]

With the success of last night and the good time he'd had at breakfast, Guy had almost forgotten about Sync's presence here. When he caught sight of the green-haired teenager heading over, he had to fight to not let a grimace cross over his face. Though he wondered why he even made an effort to hide it when Sync probably knew exactly what his opinion of him was

[ran_on_empty]

"It's alright. Some more freedom would be nice, but that isn't the point of being locked up here in the first place, now is it?"

Unlike Guy, Sync hadn't met enough people to really care if anyone saw him with the blond, though it wasn't like that would've changed anything anyway. Maybe if he were lucky enough he'd be able to drive the swordsman into attacking him, which meant he could use their age difference to his advantage and put all the blame on Guy.

He smiled at those thoughts, grabbing his ankle and pulled it back behind him, leaning forward and straightening his leg as much as he was able to thoroughly stretch the muscle. The God-General waited a few moments, mentally counting to himself before he repeated the same process with the other leg.

"So how long have you been here again? I don't think I caught it last time." Not like there actually was a last time, but Sync didn't bother to correct himself.

[razing_phoenix]

Having already stretched his legs, Guy pulled his arms over his head and extended them before swinging them at his sides. Since he was still hoping to practice some swordplay (if he managed to get Sync to leave him alone), he wanted to make sure he stretched out his arms as well.

The God-General's response to his question seemed like a lie, but it wasn't like Guy hadn't expected for the teen to open up to him. In fact, if Sync had really started complaining, he most likely wouldn't have wanted to listen.

"Why should I tell you?" Guy wasn't sure what the harm would be in answering, but he knew that anything Sync did probably had some ulterior motive, and there was no reason to give him any information.

In the meantime, he scanned the field to see if Luke, Jade, or even Asch was around, but there was no sign of any of them. He did spot Ion, though he was glad that Sync was bothering him rather than the Fon Master. He could bear the God-General's attitude if it meant that he wouldn't go pester poor Ion.

[son_ofkrypton]

[Looking for Badou!]

Clark wasn't very interested in sports right this very minute. Now that it was second shift, he'd had the opportunity to check up on the bulletin board and, to his relief, he at least knew that Claire was alive and Badou was...relatively fine. Wonder what he looks like? The glimpses he'd gotten last night weren't very good; it'd been dark and couple that with being pretty much delirious from pain and the blood loss, Clark could safely say that he really had no idea what the other patient looked like. All he could really recall was Alkaid(?) stripping off her shirt for bandages and him lying there on the floor thinking he really wasn't supposed to be watching this but unable to really turn around

[cigarettes_plz]

Badou didn't really like this whole business of getting dragged around by nurses. It was like they didn't like him or something and he just couldn't imagine why

[son_ofkrypton]

Clark turned around at the voice. "Yeah?"

He was still a little bit taller than the other guy but Clark had a feeling that if he was to walk down the street, he'd definitely get some stares and attention with that long fire red hair and the eyepatch. Clark didn't recognize his face, but he definitely recognized that voice - it was one of the things he still remembered from last night.

"You're Badou?" Clark asked. Better to be make sure he was thanking the right guy - he thought this was the right patient, but hey, he could've remembered wrong.

[cigarettes_plz]

"The least you could do is remember my face even if it's not as pretty today." Badou grinned, managing to make it look both antagonistic and friendly at the same time. He was very conscious of the fact that Clark had been out cold most of the night, so it wasn't like his feelings were hurt or anything. He was just talking shit. Somehow though, he got the feeling that the concept would fly right over this guy's head.

God, he just had to save the space case. Being the nice guy he was, he made things easier for both of them; "So what's up?"