Day 21 - Sun Room

Jan 22, 2007 13:33

Ichigo was only too eager to leave the cafeteria and its fresh memories behind when the softened chime of the intercome rang clear. What had begun as another ordinary meal, a rather agreeable one despite the lack of the proper utensils, quickly became somewhat unnerving. His conversation with...what was his name again?...took so many sharp turns, ( Read more... )

havoc, zelos, qui-gon jinn, edward elric, obi-wan kenobi, squall, xigbar, azel, reinforce, rufus, river, albel, reno, hakkai, edgeworth, ichigo, hojo, hughes, rabastan, phoenix, robin hood, kenren, yohji, yuffie, vincent, kaylee, mal, lyta, schuldig, kadaj, haku, barret, eddie brock, hisoka, seimei, nowe, renji

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stray_shinigami January 22 2007, 21:59:25 UTC
Renji hadn't been impressed by what these people considered to be food. He didn't even want to go near what they considered to be music. He opted for the sun room ( ... )

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walking_complex January 22 2007, 23:07:47 UTC
Hojo hadn't gotten to eat quite as much as he'd wanted to, which was annoying but unsurprising considering how he'd spent the majority of the lunch shift. After a brief moment of consideration the tall man opted to spend this shift in the sunroom rather than with the majority of patients in the music room; There were probably things there that he could use for nightshift but he wouldn't be able to make off with any of them now.

As expected, it was quiet in the sunroom; it was also void of anything that a person could use to entertain themselves with, which honestly was about perfect. After seeing what the staff provided the patients with, Hojo concluded that it was far more satisfying to be left to one's own devices.

"I don't think the staff realizes how negatively stagnation can affect a person," he said after approaching an athletic-looking redhead who appeared to be doing stretching exercizes off to one side. "Unless you're getting ready for nightshift."

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stray_shinigami January 22 2007, 23:23:52 UTC
Renji only paused for an instant when he was interrupted. He could talk and stretch at the same time. "Or maybe they just want to see what it takes to make some of us really go crazy," he said. He glanced at the guy; he didn't know his name, but he recalled the face. And the fact that a couple of Elena's friends (acquaintances?) had been threatening him with bodily harm.

He didn't know those people, or their problems, though. So he decided to go for neutrality until he got his own impression of the guy.

He paused again, holding a stretch for a moment, and tried to get a feel for things. Nothing clear, of course, but he felt vaguely creeped out. Which, to be fair, could just be the atmosphere of an insane asylum getting to him.

"We all pass the time in our own little way," he said. "What do you want?" While the question was blunt, his tone wasn't overtly unfriendly; he just decided to be to the point, which was really his normal way to deal with people.

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walking_complex January 22 2007, 23:37:58 UTC
"Nothing. I find one notices time passing less when involved in conversation, but I can go if you'd prefer." His own tone was neutral; the offer was a polite one, but it wasn't made in a spirit of politeness. Hojo honestly didn't care either way, and he didn't know this person yet so it would likely be a more productive use of a shift than, say, taunting Valentine.

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0bnoxious January 22 2007, 22:17:02 UTC
Albel didn't have to think long on what room to pick, since music interested him just as much as books did, which meant not at all. Albel wasn't exactly looking forward to noise either, so he opted for the Sun Room.

However, this shift would probably prove as boring and uneventful as the rest of the day had been. Flopping down on the couch with a sigh, he stared at the ceiling, not paying attention to the other occupants in the room.

If something interesting didn't happen soon, he was going to bore himself to death.

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still_free January 22 2007, 23:16:07 UTC
While Mal had already more or less confirmed that the patient he'd rescued the night before was in one piece, it seemed like he might as well check in with him. Since he'd chosen the Sun Room so he could write a message to his crew on the bulletin board (hopefully they would see it before night came), he had to find someone to talk to in order to make the time pass a little faster.

None of his crew was present yet, so the only other patient he vaguely knew was the dark-haired one from the night before. He looked bored, anyway. Maybe he'd enjoy having someone to talk to.

Besides, it was irritating not knowing his name.

He didn't sit on the couch just yet, instead standing before the other man with his arms crossed. "They bandage you up okay?"

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theycutitout January 23 2007, 14:10:42 UTC
River was in a decidedly better mood. It had progressed naturally as the day had gone on. It was unnatural not to be concerned, but elevated mood sequences as time and conversation developed were to be expected. The sense and feeling of camaraderie with another who understand was also more than marginally helpful.

This was why, despite having chosen not to go to the Music Room, River almost danced over to where the Captain stood, talking to a strange man who recline alone on a couch. Without asking, she jumped up on the arm of the couch, balancing perfectly with barely any need for weight adjustment; she'd calculated properly enough, and she squatted down to sit on her heels as she smiled up at Mal.

"Starts with an A. Almost like the prominent, biblical figure." River answered his silent query with something of a riddle, though she made a face at the mention of the Shepherd's symbol. It had never made any sense to her. "Too many metaphoric parallels."

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0bnoxious January 23 2007, 15:09:03 UTC
The captain jerked out of his thoughts when someone approached him. It was the same man that had saved him the other night. Apparantly, he had escaped unscatched when the night had ended so abrubtly as it did.

"I'm fine." the warrior replied. He then paused, as if he hestitated.

"...why did you save me?" Albel asked. "You could've just left." Who knew what would happen if the night hadn't ended? And the fact that someone else had saved him...he didn't deserve that. He especially didn't deserve to be saved by strangersThings were so much easier when people just flat out hated you. And while that went with most of the worms he met, there were persistent exceptions as well. Fayt was one of them ( ... )

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reduxvalentine January 22 2007, 22:47:36 UTC
Vincent wasn't a music peron.

He wasn't a noise person anymore, really.

His throat hurt from talking so much and he was still more than agitated, so it was with great, great relief that Vincent Valentine all but collapsed on one of the couches, eyes closed and arms crossed.

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soul_defender January 23 2007, 02:44:52 UTC
Who needs the Music Room? If any single area in the entire asylum could come even close to normal, a lone vigil of sanity among so much confusion, it was the Sun Room. Let those busybodies argue over Bach and Beethoven; Ichigo was perfectly content right where he was ( ... )

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reduxvalentine January 23 2007, 06:58:49 UTC
And of course, because he'd picked what he thought would be the quiet room, it wasn't.

A few choice and VERY LOUD people had suddenly scattered in the otherwise actually sort of pleasant room, completely disturbing the whole purpose of the place, and it was beginning to piss Vincent off. The be denied the only relative peace he could possibly find after the last upset at lunch was more than he could handle.

"This is supposed to be quiet time," Vincent muttered to himself. "Shut up."

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soul_defender January 23 2007, 18:26:57 UTC
Though he couldn't quite discern Vincent's self-muttered message, Ichigo would have been in complete agreement. It was amazing how easily and carelessly people could disrupt the idea of tranquility. Talking was fine, to an extent, but some of these oddballs were yelling.

Ichigo himself could feel his temper beginning to bubble and boil over. Angrily, he balled his fists up and wedged them against his ears, trying to block out all the sound while his lips and features twisted and tightened.

"This is even worse than home...I can't even afford a nap here..."

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hopeless_havoc January 23 2007, 00:42:24 UTC
Havoc wandered into the sun room figuring it was a better place for a nap than the music room. Although if he took less naps, he might actually have some contact with people. He hardly saw the colonel and Hughes anymore, but it was his own fault.

Havoc plopped himself down in the first available chair he came to, stretched out his long legs and tilted his head back. He didn't close his eyes just yet though, instead he stared up at the ceiling. Hell, he was too bored to sleep.

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ontheabyss January 23 2007, 00:45:21 UTC
Well, at least there was some plan for tonight. Lyta didn't really care at that point who took the lead. She just hated the fact that she hadn't even been considered - even though the whole damn thing was her idea!

She didn't want to go to the music room. She didn't care about music. But the sun room was open and she didn't feel quite so trapped there. Ignoring her blank-minded nurse, as usual, she took a seat next to some blond guy who looked bored out of his skull.

She didn't blame him.

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hopeless_havoc January 23 2007, 00:54:33 UTC
A flash of red hair caught Havoc's eye and he turned to see who it belonged to. Someone he didn't know. Not surprising considering there were always new faces around. He gave the woman his usual grin while lifting his head. "Don't know if I can handle much more of this excitement, how about you?"

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ontheabyss January 23 2007, 00:59:25 UTC
Lyta just blinked.

"Excitement. Right." Oddly enough, there wasn't the usual mental miasma of emotion coming off of this guy. Everyone else was either wound up tight or angry or terrified. It gave her a headache, all that strong emotion everywhere, seeping in no matter what. At least no one had tried to touch her/

She just shook her head with an almost-smile. Why did she end up with the guys who tried to make jokes about everything? And she wasn't talking about just here at the institute.

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damned_ivy January 23 2007, 02:15:05 UTC
The Landels day seemed designed to keep the patients active and, more importantly, not thinking. No conversations were ever allowed to continue too long with the constant shift changes, and there were always so many around that even at the best of times, conversations were difficult. Perhaps that was the exact reason ( ... )

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offduty January 23 2007, 03:57:22 UTC
With the shuffling of all the patients, it was impossible to keep track of either Elena or Rufus, much less both. Reno couldn’t predict where Elena might go, but he had a strong suspicion that Rufus, at least, wouldn’t be heading into the music room.

Sun Room it was, then. Besides that, he didn’t feel like hanging out in a place where people were pounding on instruments left and right.

It seemed Rufus had either not arrived yet-or Reno was wrong about the President, after all-but with luck, the man would show up. For now, he could use the time to meet someone new, and maybe even somehow learn a little more about the guy Elena had pointed out earlier. Mustang. The one who could apparently make swords.

He gave the room another quick once-over before heading for one of the available windows. He was used to spending most of his time walking the streets outside, or moving from one bar to the next, and being cooped up in this freaking institution was starting to get to him. It was like being locked inside the Shin-Ra office for the same ( ... )

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damned_ivy January 23 2007, 23:16:23 UTC
Hakkai glanced over somewhat quickly, but at least he'd managed to stop jumping at people 'sneaking up' on him. It just wasn't right that someone should be right there when he hadn't been able to hear or feel them approach. It was unsettling. It, as Gojyo might say, totally sucked.

Nevertheless, a smile (#13, greeting a stranger of uncertain intentions) was firmly in place by the time he turned. There were some definite advantages to subconscious masks. Not that he actually spent enough time thinking about them to term them as such, which would defeat the purpose of subconscious masks. Hakkai was far too busy for that. Busy doing things like figuring out ways to kill whoever had placed him here.

"Would it matter if I said yes?" He was teasing. Mostly. It was something to say that gave him a moment to size up the person next to him. It was habit these days, assessing everyone as a potential threat while greeting them as a potential friend. This one didn't seem to be a threat, but one could never be too sure.

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offduty January 24 2007, 00:17:30 UTC
No hostility and no social awkwardness. Both a good sign.

Reno pulled one leg up onto the chair, letting the other stretch out as he sat leaning at a slight angle.

He glanced at the stranger, offering a half-smile in return. The pen cap he'd been chewing on since lunch was still between his lips, and he removed the deformed piece of plastic before speaking again.

"To me? Nope. Might make you look more sociable, though." He extended his left hand. "Reno."

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