Day 37: Arts and Crafts Room
Honey was relieved when breakfast was over. Even though there'd been plenty of sticky-sweet french toast to be had, the company left him feeling a little inadequate. Usually girls fawned all over him, but Callisto had been downright mean. Had he done something wrong? What kind of girl wanted to fight rather than play? It'd only been a few days
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The fact of the matter was, last night had upset him. It had brought everything back and reminded him that he wasn't over it, he hadn't dealt with it. And Raine had tried to talk to him but....
Well, worrying over it wasn't going to do any good. Shaking his head a bit, the blond teenager began tearing up strips of cardboard paper, humming slightly under his breath.
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He approached a tall, blond teenager who seemed to be working with a table of nothing but art stuff. He carefully approached the table and tried to take a good look at everything on it out of sheer curiosity, while at the same time looking like a mere passer-by.
Never mind that Danny wasn't too great the whole "nonchalant observer" thing.
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"Did you want to make something?" Tamaki asked, smiling brightly. "There's more than enough here for both of us!"
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He paused for a few moments, observing the boy's glittery cardboard and construction paper. "Uhh...what are you making?" he asked, pointing to the artwork (was it supposed to be modern art or something?).
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It couldn't be possible... could it? Had the Dib actually infiltrated this base? Zim saw little reason for the scrawny human from earlier to have lied about what it had seen. And there was no doubt as to exactly why that human in particular had wound up here: It had actually followed him here. Him! Zim! It was like some kind of sick joke. It certainly had some nerve.
More importantly, how did Dib know to find Zim here? Zim himself wasn't sure where he was. He hadn't noticed any devices on this wretched body or these ridiculous clothes, so a tracking device wasn't at fault here, (unless they actually had the nerve to implant it within his skin but frankly these filthy pigs didn't have the ingenuity to pull something like that off without a big ugly scar marking their inferior medical techniques).
The only other option was maybe Dib was aware of the fact that Zim had been taken here. Perhaps maybe it was the one responsible for Zim being there in the first place! Of course! There wouldn't be ( ... )
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After breakfast - during which Dib had gained no answers, and only more questions - his nurse took him to the Arts & Crafts room, talking all the while about how he'd enjoy it, how he would fit right in with the other kids; all of it was a droning background in Dib's thoughts.
How did that guy know who I am? His face screwed up in confusion, he didn't even notice the kid already sitting at the table where the nurse dropped him off. He took his seat without really thinking about what he was doing, and propped his elbows on the table, staring off into space. And why does this nurse keep calling me Tobias?At least he wasn't talking to himself yet, but he could only monologue internally for so long. Eventually he began muttering to himself, picking at some of the art supplies. "Just what is going on here? I mean, it's not like they should expect me to know, you know?" He glanced briefly at the kid sharing the table with him, speaking half to the kid and half to himself. "You know? ( ... )
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He was still staring at the mess before him in utter confusion when someone chose to sit near him. Zim looked up in annoyance before looking back down down at the mess. Make something for his roommate she had said, correct? Now why would he do something like that? Maye it was some kind of new rit--
Wait.
"What the?!" He whipped his head up immediately to regard the interrupting human again. The hair, the voice, that monstrous head... There was no mistaking it. "YOU!"
Zim actually stood from the table in complete outrage, something that seemed to catch the Collectors' attention. He neither noticed nor cared. Dib! Here! This boy, exactly the last thing he wanted to see at the moment, actually had the gall to approach him and ask questions it should ready know the answers to?!
"What do you think you're doing? Is this your idea of a joke?" he spat out. "I'll have you know your PATHETIC attempts at... whatever it is you're doing fail to impress me ( ... )
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Dib blinked in a combination of shock and surprise. Did that kid just yell at him? For crying out loud, he didn't even know the guy! ...Just like he hadn't known that Danny guy at breakfast, but the guy seemed to know him. Oh man, this was bad. The only logical explanation was that he really had lost his memory, that he'd been in this place for a while but somebody must have done something to his brain to make him forget...
Or maybe he'd suffered some kind of horrible traumatic experience that had completely wiped his memory of all recollection of this place. Or maybe he was still sane and everyone else in this place was just completely crazy.
None of those was a comforting thought.
"Do I... know you?" Dib asked, eyeing the strange kid suspiciously. There was something terribly familiar about him, but Dib couldn't quite put his finger on it. He felt like he knew this guy, felt as though this weird kid was someone he'd known for a long time. But that was impossible - the ( ... )
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She couldn't figure out why she had been so tired last night. All she had done was heal Kenren, and his injury hadn't been as severe as some of the ones she had healed other nights. So, why had she ended up passing out? The only thing that had really happened the previous day was...
Mommy... Visitors, of course. Juli had been here, had called her 'Elena', and had even mentioned her father and sister as though they were still alive. MOMO was a little confused over the 'sister' part, seeing as how she had so many sisters, but... a part of her was afraid to find out who the term applied to ( ... )
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Arts and Crafts. Ritsuka was absolute fail at arts and crafts. Yuiko teased him about it, and even his teachers realized it. He had no artistic talent despite his talents in every other academic subject. Art wasn't something that could be learned though. Ritsuka always thought that art came from within, an inherent skill, meaning he was royally screwed since his nurse seemed to think that throwing him into the Arts and Crafts room was a great idea.
Ritsuka just glared at her as she pushed him over to a table and set some paper and pens in front of him. Sighing, he looked around the room, waiting until the nurses were out of view before he pushed it all away and laid his head on the desk. He wanted to read a book, or maybe even sleep. Sleep would be good.
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