Day 48: Courtyard

[thatdamnedninja]

"I could tell you some stories," Yuffie suggested brightly, "of unquestionable legality." Illegality, that was. Petty little things like the law didn't usually mean very much to her, except for the times when she had to uphold it. Always fun for the breaking, though, the law, and messy for the clean-up. Just the way she liked it

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[unheroed]

Speaking to Jones was usually a good way to level out Harvey's mood. While things weren't necessarily going well (there was still no sign of the Bat, for instance), they weren't as bad as they'd been in the past. He'd gathered a decent amount of supplies over his time here. With a metal pipe, a syringe, a scalpel, and a handgun to choose from now, he thought he was getting to the point where he was set.

The downside, though, was that he still didn't have much of an idea of how to get out of here. Part of him knew that there wasn't any sort of good life waiting for him back in Gotham, but Gordon was there, Ramirez was there. The longer he was here, the longer they got to go unpunished, untested by his coin

[unluckiest]

[for some gaylordia]

Breakfast had been somewhat tough for Ashton. He'd never met anyone trapped here at Landel's who wasn't surprisingly nice and helpful... Of course, that had changed this morning, when he'd had to sit and watch that redheaded guy toss all his delicious pancakes on the floor just to prove some angry, drugged point. Ashton would have eaten those pancakes if they'd been offered, but that person wasn't really the sort to offer anything other than a punch in the face to anyone.

Well, it took all kinds, didn't it? Everyone had their bad days, though Ashton wondered if some people didn't have more bad days than others. He regretted getting a little snippy at the man, but, really, there were certain things one just didn't do. Ashton's own tendency was to bemoan his fate and whine about it

[razing_phoenix]

It had been harder than usual for Guy to leave Luke at the end of the shift, and yet he forced himself to acknowledge the fact that his friend could handle it. Even if the younger man had just been put through something terrible, he was far stronger now than he'd been three years ago. It was going to wear on him, but not to the point that he couldn't function, the way he'd been after Akzeriuth

[unluckiest]

Noticing that someone had walked up to him, and was raising a hand, Ashton pulled himself up from his deep stretch - slowly, so as to not strain his muscles in his haste. The man was blond, hair a little bit shorter than Claude's... and he had the gait of a fighter

[razing_phoenix]

It was true that Guy had never gotten really close to Ashton before, but they'd spoken enough times that he'd been able to make some surface judgments about him. It was mainly that the man was slightly awkward at times, but generally nice (and passionate when it came to certain things, such as a sword fighting). Seeing him now just reaffirmed all of that. This was the same person he'd met before, even if he couldn't remember any of the talks they'd had

[notthistrain]

It might have been a little cold outside, but Cloud was always up for some fresh air. The nurses provided the warm clothing, just as the man on the intercom said they would - were even polite about it. If there was one thing that Landel's knew how to do, it was put on a show.

The Courtyard this morning didn't look nearly as otherworldly as it had the other night when they'd scaled the wall. In fact, it was almost more disconcerting to see how normal it looked. The Institute really was a completely different place during the day time. He'd give the man props, but he didn't feel like it

[notthistrain]

Cloud slowed as he heard footsteps approaching and turned to glance over his shoulder. The sight of the approaching Turk caused him to frown, but he returned the nod nonetheless. Yuffie had said there were Turks here. He'd already met the one he wasn't really familiar with, so he supposed it was about time he ran into the others.

"Rude," he acknowledged curtly. "Where's your other half?" He hadn't seen Reno since he'd arrived, and a presence like that was hard to miss. He could have sworn the ninja had said they were both present. It was a bit strange, but not unheard of, to run into the quiet one of the two on his own. Perhaps the nurses had separated them.

[beloved_less]

Soubi needed fresh air. Actually, no, he needed his lungs to be full of sweet, hot tar, but that wasn't happening anytime soon. God, he needed to...do something. He needed an outlet. Art didn't work, not with shaking hands and cold sweats. Not with all this anger boiling up in his gut. He needed to hit something or find something to focus on, one feeling or sensation.

Outside, he tried to feel the chill and let it distract him, but it didn't do a great deal. He did, however, spot somebody he'd been wanting to see. He walked up silently, arms folded, trying not to give out an aura of despair.

[beloved_less]

Soubi stared out over at the courtyard, not really taking any of it in. He was feeling, again, that nothing actually mattered in the world, besides...

Well Ritsuka mattered, he definitely did. But the thing that wouldn't leave him alone was the thought of this addiction. Of the horrible need for something that wasn't Ritsuka.

But if he allowed himself to think or feel, there were a lot of things bothering him. Thing's he'd wanted to tell Kio about. But now that just seemed like a weakness.

He nodded, still not looking at his friend. "Have you been alright?" Is it still really you?

[scalyfishman]

Depth Charge didn't need to be told twice that he was going to be outside today. His nurse barely had time to get out her hazardous weather warning before he was outside and making a brisk circuit of the pond, hands in pockets for warmth before the chill (and his nurse) caught up with him and forced him into a sweater. For the life of him he couldn't figure out why the Scarecrow didn't mind his new human skin. It couldn't even regulate its own temperature.

But anyway. Other than the cold, he wasn't feeling too terrible today. Sure, he'd had to go through Cybertronian History 101 at breakfast but the effort hadn't exactly blown out his memory circuits, and even if it had there was always a shower to look forward to. He wasn't happy, but he sure as slag wasn't about to try and bust his nurses' faceplate the next time she showed up

[hailmegatron]

[ahhh ahhhhhhh sorry sorry I fail forever at posting ;_; BACKTHREAD?]

Deaf. Deaf! Lugnut scowled as his nurse handed him a coat and led him outside. It wasn't as bad as being blind, but they had still made Scourge deaf. Hmph.

It was cold out, and he awkwardly pulled the coat on, looking up towards the sky. It looked a bit like the sky over Detroit before it would snow...

He sighed, and looked down, and around the courtyard, and scowled at the organic things talking to each other, and wandered over to a reliable person who was not organic, deaf, or annoying.

"Depth Charge," he greeted, and leaned against the wall next to him, looking not-particularly-pleased-with-anything.

[scalyfishman]

[I forgive you. XD Sure!]

If the heavy grey sky hanging overhead weren't enough, it looked as though Lady Luck was about to grace him with yet another raincloud. Depth Charge raised an eyebrow, folding his arms and fixing Lugnut with a class-A Look. No 'hello', no 'how are you'... at least it was better than 'Maximal'. Maybe he was going up in the pecking order.

Lucky for Lugnut, he was the type to give as good as he got. "You look like someone spat in your oil quart. What's with you?" Well. Even if 'general miserable scowl' seemed to be the 'con's base expression, he had to wonder.