Jul 30, 2008 09:03
[starting off in M13]The last part of the night was little more than a blur in Homura's mind. The men had rushed in, but not joined them, instead staying off to themselves. Before any of them had a chance to react, however, a voice sounded through the air, mocking some other person Homura had never heard of, and the patients themselves
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Cid awoke in his room with a groan and a hand to his head. Shit, this again. He remembered the events of yesterday pretty clearly up until getting hit in the head by that Sora kid, and then... it was kinda a blur. He remembered a nurse telling him he should take it easy and then conking out once he got back to his room. So much for rallying his buddies and getting something done.
Anyway, he'd already lost so much time in this joint that a day or two wasn't going to make much of a difference aside for his mood being slightly worse than usual. He was glad he'd gotten to talk to the kid, at least, and now he didn't dislike him or think he was particularly crazy anymore-in fact, he was kinda... well, endearing-but that didn't make the side of his face any less sore. (As if injuries in the night weren't fucking enough! His nose was still pretty tender ( ... )
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It was Allelujah who woke the next morning, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. His chest was bandaged where he'd been burned, the pain of it shooting through him as he moved. Damn. What had he done?
The bitch attacked us.
That was true, he supposed. She'd attacked them and he couldn't feel all that much sympathy for her now despite the cruelty that Hallelujah had shown which she deserved for what she did.
He rubbed his head and let the nurse lead him into the cafeteria when she arrived. He didn't much care about what the food was, he just felt tired and confused and what if she told someone what he'd done? What does it matter? Well, he didn't exactly want to get lynched, although he supposed that the feeling wasn't really a new one.
The nurse led him over to a table and settled him opposite an older man who Allelujah smiled at awkwardly. "Hello."
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Cid glanced up from a forkful of syrup-drenched pancakes and smirked.
"Yo." He shoved the food in his mouth and chewed, sizing up the other guy in the meantime. Looked about Cloud's age and had the same kind of melancholy air about him, though maybe that was just Cid wishing his buddies were all together and kicking ass again. Of course, given the way things had been going lately, with AVALANCHE members dropping like flies day-by-day and the remaining ones not being able to find each other... Well, hell, he'd better start talking to people outside of his norm. (And putting up bulletin board posts his own damn self.)
After a moment's consideration, Cid swallowed his food and gestured his fork at the guy.
"So, how much did your night suck?" He asked, using his other hand to grab his glass of orange juice and take a swig. He sighed. "Or were you passed out dead on the damn cot like me?"
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Allelujah smiled in response, trying a bit of pancake which had been practically drenched in syrup. Were they really trying to send him into a sugar coma when he wasn't used to it? Every day had something sugary that he'd never tried and he wasn't sure he'd ever get used to it. It was good too. Pancakes soon went onto his list of favourite foods. It was a very short list and so far consisted of 'pancakes' and 'coffee'.
He shrugged, smiling wryly at the question. Typical for it to come up. "I went outside and got burned by someone," he said, fighting down a wave of memories that had been brought up by that little encounter. Hallelujah still wanted to finish the job. "I didn't get anything useful done though." Except grab a box of cigarrettes and he did have to be grateful for Hallelujah's willingness to listen to him on matters of strategy.
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Nightshift had gone...absolutely nowhere. But then again, when you were with Mozenrath of all persons, not being able to accomplish anything due to the other man's stupidity and endless whining for his precious gauntlet shouldn't be surprising.
But Scar still entered the cafeteria with a slightly more irritated mood than usual. Wasting nights wasn't that strange, but doing so in a hallway while discussing something he didn't plan on locating anyway was quite the disappointment. Especially if the source of the disappointment also had gave him a large headache.
The King glanced down on his plate after taking a seat. His meal was familiar only in the sense that he had eaten it on his first day. Lovely...
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Lost entirely in his thoughts, Tyler followed his nurse somewhat sullenly to the cafeteria, moving through the food line automatically and filling his plate high without even noticing. There had to be a way to beat the system, if he could only find it.
Sighing, he realized he was standing there lost in thought holding his tray, and blushed slightly in embarrassment. Glancing around for somewhere to sit, he moved towards a man who was by himself, hesitating across the table a moment.
"May I join you?"
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"Sure." he answered politely despite his irritation. Venting it on random people had never been useful. If he'd vent it on anyone, it'd be the source of his irritation. But then again, he might as well start shouting to a tree and have the same result. It was aggravating, really.
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Brook strode into the cafeteria humming lightly though not because he was scared. He was actually in the highest of spirits. His night hadn't exactly been the smoothest of things, but the fact that he had a piano stashed away in his captain's quarters made up for all those unfortunate events. Yes, now he could be a proper musician the next time a meety came around! Only in that room though. He still longed for a portable instrument, but beggars couldn't be choosers ( ... )
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She saw Fai-san come in, and Yue. They didn't look too good, especially Fai-san. She'd have to find him later, since now she had someone who was sitting with her, and more importantly, Fai-san was talking to Kurogane. Still, it only made her feel worse to see them so hurt, and the little girl looked down at the pancakes she had yet to touch. She didn't even introduce herself.
She wasn't strong enough at all, was she?
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"You know they're not going to jump into your mouth if you just stare at them, right?" he asked, teasingly, then stuffed a big chunk of pancakes he'd cut into his mouth before continuing to speak, "Oh yes, how rude of me," no ruder than the fact that he was talking with his mouth full, "My name is Brook! Nice to meet you!"
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Still, she piled her plate high with food and glanced around for an open place to sit. There were new faces in the crowd apparently this morning. It wasn't hard to spot the confused and disgruntled after being here for so long.
Finding one sitting off by himself, Max moved in his direction with an easy, athletic grace. Stopping across the table from him, she cocked her head to the side as she eyed him, dark eyes bright with curiosity and a faintly-sarcastic smirk playing about the corner of her lips.
"Mind some company?" she asked, motioning her head towards the chair across from him.
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"How could anyone mind your company?" he answered. So maybe it was a little obvious, but he meant it. Besides, it wasn't everyday that an attractive woman asked to spend time with him while he wasn't in the spandex.
"Make yourself at home." He grinned and started working on his stack of pancakes. As hungry as he was, old habits died hard, so he forced himself to slow down his eating to near-normal speeds. Not to mention that people normally got a little weirded out by super-speed eating, and he didn't want to drive away his new friend.
"So, at the risk of sounding cliché, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
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"Thanks. And thought I had you pegged as one of the new kids on the block. Welcome to Landel's where they tell us we're insane by day and we can almost believe them by night," she retorted, her tone bemused.
She held out her hand to him across the table. "The name's Max, and I've been here a few weeks. Which is sadly quite the accomplishment in this place. And I'm here for the same reason everyone else is, though none of us currently know what whacked-out reason that may be. They're not to big on explanations around here."
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Tonight obviously hadn't been his luckiest night.
Granted, Tyki had managed to locate some smokes, but that was about where his luck had ended. The brawl that had followed his discovery had only earned him a broken nose and the realization that he couldn't actually light his cigarettes. And to top everything off; Tyki had also been stripped all the way to his underwear by a 15-year old boy. His savior from having to strip down even further? A man-eating fur-ball. All and all; tonight had turned out to be one hell of a disgrace.
So the Noah wasn't in the best mood when he entered the cafeteria for breakfast. But he was starving, so there was no reason to try and skip this shift. After getting his meal he took a seat at an empty table. The hobo needed some time go and sulk over the events of last night and his lack of nicotine.
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So he whistled happily as he waltzed into the cafeteria, grabbing some food before plopping down opposite to a guy whose face screamed "Leave me alone and let me sulk." Which were always the best people to tease about things. "Yo," Xigbar said as he sat down, "you look like you got your clock cleaned."
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The comment earned the other man a crooked grin. "Guess that's one way of putting it." he answered, probably sounding retarded thanks to the broken nose, but there wasn't much he could do about it anyway. "Your night was probably much better, huh?" If the whistling was anything to go by, at least.
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The poor guy sounded really out of shape, though, which made Xigbar blink at him. Broken nose? Had to be a royal pain; Xigbar was rather glad that he'd not suffered any debilitating conditions since he'd arrived. "What roughed you up?"
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