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Day 49: Early Afternoon - Tasty Burger

Apr 27, 2010 15:46

[ Continued from here. ]

The damn burger place was actually the last place Haseo would have wanted to revisit after the previous week, but there was little other choice when practically dragging the distraught Endrance along with him and trying to find an appropriate shelter: he couldn't be certain anywhere else close would have somewhere to sit ( Read more... )

naruto, endrance, guy, haine, kairi, scott pilgrim, heiji, kaito, hanatarou, indiana jones, leon (so2), renamon, claude, rolo, taura, peter parker, wolverine, shinichi, raphael, dean winchester, haseo

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yin_yang_fox April 27 2010, 21:15:44 UTC

The rain had seemed to signify some change the Digimon couldn't understand completely. Herded into a building... a familiar building, though the differences in light and dark were great... she spared a quick glance at the line, and then moved to a table near the window, sitting against the wall. The nurses might detest the rain, but Renamon was in no such mood. The differences that the water had on a human body were few when covered, and other than uncomfortable, she didn't mind being wet. The pants and covering was better than the past weeks.

The fact of weeks passing here, and gaining a preference on clothes, was a bit discouraging. She slid her notebook out from under her sweatshirt. It wasn't wet. Mentally shrugging, she opened it to page through it. She hadn't gained any new information but maybe something would occur to her while she was stuck here.

[for Jiraiya.~]

toadally4boobs April 29 2010, 03:04:05 UTC

Jiraiya, unlike Renamon, was more than happy to get out of the rain. The rain made his hair sag down horribly, and he didn't like it tugging too much at his head. It was okay when he took a shower and it was his decision to get wet, but he decidedly did not want to be wet now! Especially because form fitting black leather jeans were even less fun wet. So inside he went, without much ushering from a nurse.

He was hungry, too. So, of course, he went to the burger joint. Which was a bit weird, really. Jiraiya was used to eating a hamburger by itself on a plate. In this place, they served it on a "bun". With odd toppings. It tasted all right, though, so Jiraiya couldn't mind it all that much.

Another couple of steps in, and he didn't mind eating hamburgers at all--there was Renamon, and there was his ticket to--. Well, actually, he didn't know what, but he know he'd enjoy the trip there.

"Fancy meeting you here," Jiraiya called out--much louder than he really needed to--as he approached the former Digimon.

yin_yang_fox April 29 2010, 18:20:49 UTC

The moment the Sannin had entered, Renamon had noticed. In retrospect, she should really wonder who wouldn't notice a man of Jiraiya's stature dressed like that. It was... Interesting. A little strange. But she had been dressed in mini-skirts for the past two weeks, so she couldn't speak of irregularities. Instead, she graced him with a smile, the expression feeling almost natural.

An eyebrow raised in question; she glanced at the empty chairs to underline her point. "You look well."

toadally4boobs May 3 2010, 01:13:24 UTC

"It's the pants, isn't it?" Jiraiya stated, walking over to her; he looked more amused than annoyed by his horrible clothing now.

"So do you," Jiraiya added once he was closer and could get a good look at her. "Your style's changed a bit this week. Trying something new?"

Oh, he was joking, but he really did miss the miniskirts. Renamon had always wore them well. But, he really couldn't complain--he had already seen enough that he could just use his imagination.

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timeseal April 27 2010, 21:38:19 UTC

After having two separate people try to scare him with stories about zombies, Rolo naturally wasn't in the mood for more human interaction and spent the rest of the morning fruitlessly searching for Lelouch. He didn't know why, but in this place, actually keeping track of his brother was difficult and damn near impossible at some points. And every time he did find Lelouch, someone had to be in the way. He didn't know anything about the web of contacts that his brother had built up, but Rolo was starting to find it irritating; could his brother really count on all of those people to help him? Perhaps the real question Rolo was asking himself was, How come he can't come to me for help?Well, Rolo did get something. It was better than nothing, but it was a task that couldn't be done right away. He had to wait until night to do it, and waiting was aggravating. Especially moreso when the rain picked up and Rolo found himself getting herded to some building. The boy made such a fuss that he was actually threatened with being kept on the bus ( ... )

finalwitch April 28 2010, 04:01:17 UTC

The downpour came shortly after the time spent in conversation with the odd man. Ange hadn't minded either: rain was comforting in ways sunlight could not provide, and the man was strange enough to warrant some interest. They had not talked long for her to catch a name, but she supposed the two would cross paths again. This place was made for repeated presence, for better or worse.

She had then spent the better part of lunch wandering from building to building, eyes and mind fixed on nothing in particular. Her brother must have found more suitable activities (he'd always been the active type, hadn't he) to be so absent, or Ange had finally succumbed to logic and purged the illusion. She didn't know, and yet her eyes found themselves occasionally twitching toward glimpses of red ( ... )

timeseal April 28 2010, 04:20:46 UTC

The comment seemed to sail over Rolo's head, the boy not reacting at all to the young woman's comment. Rolo only truly reacted when he finally noticed that someone was moving towards him, catching the familiar sight of Greta and putting two and two together. Oh. Rolo straightened up then, laboriously pulling his upper body up and off the table. Maybe it was an invitation to sit down, or maybe Rolo was just trying to not look like he needed any sort of dry, sarcastic comments.

"I'm not," He grumbled, but such an answer probably invited more questions and Rolo bit his lip. He hadn't been expecting company, much less Greta. It wasn't like he didn't like the girl, it was just... unexpected, that's all. Still, if someone had to approach him, he was unusually glad it was her. It could have been Stephen. Or someone else trying to tell him that the town was overrun by zombies.

A lightbulb went off in Rolo's head. There was one way to find out the truth of that story. He trusted Greta enough not to be one of those people ( ... )

finalwitch April 28 2010, 05:58:52 UTC

He's not? Had the unfortunate circumstance that had plagued Rolo the day before carried over to today? The young man had mentioned something about his brother being mad at him. Sadly, Ange's own circumstances had severed that discussion quite early. Maybe now would be a good time to dig deeper and...make it up to him, so to speak.

To her surpise, however, the question that came out of Rolo's mouth was far from the topic of family. She spared him a look as the girl lowered herself to the table's seat. "Zombies? You mean the living dead?" Or however that term went. She admittedly wasn't too knowledgeable in regards to recent fiction of the horror genre.

"Not that I recall," she said. "Why?"

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oftemptation April 27 2010, 22:11:47 UTC

Endrance squinted, the contrast between the too-bright fluorescent lights and the dark clouds outside hitting him harder than expected. Then there was the faint blood smell - no. That wasn't blood, though it might as well have been. He almost fell into the seat next to Haseo's, one hand reaching out for one of the Rogue's.

"I...I'm sorry, I'm..."

Breathe.

He fell silent again, focusing on the sound of his breath for a few moments. "I didn't mean to fall apart."

heraldric April 28 2010, 02:57:59 UTC

WET. ARGH. Leon hated the rain. Sure, water was one of his best elements, which made this situation somewhat ironic, but he preferred water that he controlled himself rather than a steady drizzle that soaked him whether he liked it or not. A nurse had loaned him a poncho, which thankfully kept his clothes mostly dry, but it didn't keep him from dripping wherever he went.

Even at Tasty Burger he had to take his coat off at the door and stomp off his feet on a rug that was already so sopping he doubted it was still absorbing anything. He hadn't eaten much on the bus, so while the smells inside the building weren't the most appetizing they still advertised the fact that there was food to be had. He pulled out a coupon, thankfully only mildly damp, and was about to order at the counter when a familiar pair of faces distracted him.

If there was anyone aside from Claude he knew he'd be safe with... "Hey, guys!" He smiled cheerfully even though he could tell Endrance didn't appear to be in the best of moods, and plopped himself down ( ... )

feartehreaper April 28 2010, 23:26:02 UTC

Haseo didn't even think about the place smelling like meat and just how entirely undesirable that might be; it likely would have only made him hungry if he'd been less stressed. He only remained a bit stiff as Endrance grabbed his hand, not sure if he should be embarrassed or irritated or sympathetic or what. He lowered his chin, mouth settled into a flat line and considerable conflict in his eyes as he looked around them. "It's--"

... Not okay. It wasn't okay because everything was completely out of control, and when Haseo honestly needed Endrance to be at his strongest? Instead he was faced with someone who had utterly come unglued, and the perceived lack of understanding in how to deal with it. Of course, there was no telling why there weren't more people driven to outright insanity, if not for the random disappearances... however ( ... )

oftemptation April 29 2010, 21:45:14 UTC

Endrance just nodded, letting go of Haseo's hand with one last squeeze. In the end, repeating that inwardly was going to be the best he could get, and he closed his eyes for a moment, blocking out the bright light and atmosphere and focusing on his own breath again.

I...I can't go to bits right now. You need me in one piece, and I...I can't fail. If I do...

"I know," he said, quietly. "I know that. So..."

He looked up, then, only then even realizing someone else was there. "Oh...hello...I'm sorry. I...I'm not feeling so well, so..."

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its_the_mileage April 28 2010, 01:58:40 UTC

Having spent the morning boggling at the wealth of technology the future of his civilization had to offer, Indy was in the mood for a late lunch. "Tasty Burger" seemed like a good place to continue his education (not to mention that the Twin Pines coupon was probably the more valuable one to barter with), so that was where he headed, pulling the brim of the damn Yankees cap down over his eyes to keep the rain out of them. As he jogged down Main Street, he had to wonder how all these businesses could afford to give free meals and services to so many patients every week. They must have some kind of deal with the asylum. Would one of the managers have any information on Landel he could use ( ... )

vsyourface April 28 2010, 09:51:23 UTC

Scott felt a little bit better after talking to Keman. So maybe being fictional wasn't the end of the world. Worlds. Whatever. That was good, at least. Still didn't stop his insides from screaming "YOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU DON'T EXIST, BUDDY," but at least that had gone down from a deafening roar to a more muffled whining. With any luck, he hoped to smother the feeling completely at some point, because feeling in a state of flux with reality seriously sucked.

After wandering back out into the rain for a while, a nurse finally found him and insisted he get back inside, lest he catch cold. Did rain or cold temperatures even really cause colds, he wondered as he stepped inside a place called Tasty Burger. Didn't I hear once that was just an urban myth? Or am I imagining fake Mythbusters episodes? It was entirely possible in his current state of mind ( ... )

its_the_mileage April 28 2010, 13:42:37 UTC

"Damn, I was really looking forward to that number three," Indy muttered in all seriousness. "Sounds like you've been here before; what do you recommend?" Given that the menu was made up almost entirely of different permutations of hamburgers (one patty, two patties, cheese, no cheese, etc.) and chicken, it wasn't exactly an excruciating choice, but Pilgrim would probably like the chance to play expert. The guy sounded slightly down--unusual for him ( ... )

vsyourface April 28 2010, 19:48:05 UTC

Scott shook his head. "No, first time here. 's just a universal truth of fast food. They build up the nicest looking burger they can for the photo, and like, 99.99999% of the time the real thing is just the slapdash version someone in the back puts together in about 30 seconds," he explained, rubbing his eyes and peeling off his bright yellow rain coat to match Indy. "Still a big seller, though, yeah. It's super fast, and it tastes decent enough, so whatever ( ... )

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razing_phoenix April 28 2010, 02:53:57 UTC

Speaking with Ronixis had served as a good way to calm down after having to deal with Sync, but by the time he parted ways with the man Guy realized that he was hungry. His frustration with the God-General had hindered his appetite for a bit, but it was coming back in full force now. Dealing with Sync so early in the morning was something he hoped he wouldn't have to deal with again. Unfortunately, Guy wasn't sure if he was that lucky.

He was going to stop thinking about Sync, though. Letting himself be bothered by the Tempest even when he wasn't around would just be giving him what he wanted. So Guy put it from his mind and then escaped the rain -- which seemed to only be getting worse as the day drew on -- by ducking into the Tasty Burger ( ... )

full_score April 28 2010, 20:58:38 UTC

Claude was hoping that the rain would have softened up by the time he was finished in the bookstore, but it looked like the exact opposite had happened. Not only that, but he could feel his stomach start to growl -- no surprise, considering how little he'd eaten on the bus ride over. Part of him was still wanting to find Ashton, Leon or Dias, but he only really knew of the kinds of places Ashton liked to hang around in Doyleton ( ... )

razing_phoenix April 29 2010, 03:33:57 UTC

Seeing how people were moving in and out of the restaurant with a pretty steady regularity, Guy wasn't paying too much attention to any possible friends who might be walking in. The plan was to secure himself some food, find a dry table to eat at, and then watch through the windows for anyone he knew ( ... )

full_score April 29 2010, 04:40:27 UTC

"Oh, really!" Claude couldn't help but look a little surprised. Well, not that it was all that strange for Guy and Dad to talk sometimes. Surviving a zombie invasion together was bound to foster some sort of friendship between people, and he'd asked Guy to keep an eye on him whenever it was convenient. He wondered what sorts of things Guy and Dad would chat about, though. Maybe his father told him a little bit about his job back home? But since Guy was from another planet, he wasn't sure how many details he'd go into ( ... )

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