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Day 19 - Breakfast

Oct 22, 2006 13:36

As Ginji was ushered through the halls towards the cafeteria he felt a little dizzy. He felt like something was very, very wrong but he wasn't sure what. It wasn't just the fact that he had woken up in the middle of some strange place, or the fact that Ban was no where to be found. Something else was wrong. Something important. Something that he ( Read more... )

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muted_flame October 23 2006, 01:32:26 UTC

Morning found Roy irritated, sore, and tired. He should have known it wasn't worth it to go wandering around on special counseling nights, but he had wanted to make use of those damned keys. He had three of them--one of them had to take him somewhere important, somewhere with answersMaybe it was all pointless. The nurses had dropped two of the keys and Lust had found the other one. Maybe it was the Head Doctor, playing with them further. Maybe they wouldn't lead to anywhere, or maybe just to fake information ( ... )

grabby_hands October 23 2006, 02:31:24 UTC

One second, Greed had been discussing recruitment and the merits of it with Schuldig and the space cowboy, and next, he'd found himself staring at a white ceiling like he had just hours before.

The hell?Greed swung to his feet, stretching his arms and finding that he was still in that fucking stupid shirt and sweats, along with his hands having gone back to their normal, fleshy selves. He blinked a little, turning over his left hand and finding himself glancing at the ouroboros, as if to assure himself it was still there ( ... )

muted_flame October 23 2006, 03:10:38 UTC

It had been a while since Roy had felt it, that twitch that urged him to move. To move to him. Growling in a way that didn't suit him at all, he placed his palm over his out-of-place eye and sighed. He wasn't sure if he was pleased or upset. On one hand, Greed might be able to give him more answers about what he was and what he could do (and dammit, he didn't even want to own up to the fact that he was something different now), but on the other, this pulling sensation, that need to move toward the homunculus, served to remind him of why the whole situation was so wrongGreed seemed to focus in on him, heading over right after he got some food. Roy did his best to play it cool, neatly cutting off a piece of waffle with his knife and fork and munching on it quietly. He was aware of each step Greed took that brought him closer, but did his best to act surprised when the sin sat down, glancing up with slightly widened eyes ( ... )

grabby_hands October 23 2006, 03:53:28 UTC

Greed blinked, grin falling slightly even as his curiosity increased. The guy's expression was cold, hard to read, and the way he held his hand over his homunculus eye...

Neither? Greed supposed it was a fair enough response, and the intricacies it implied made him even less adverse to finding out the whole picture.

This guy knew who Dante was, that much he knew.

"So who the hell are you?" He asked, bluntly. He glanced at his food, having no regard for silverware as he grabbed a sausage with his hand and ripped a bite out of it. He chewed, then looked back to the other as he swallowed. "I'd say Pride, except that isn't an ouroboros on your eye."

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grosse_sklaven October 23 2006, 03:03:26 UTC

Last night... that could have gone much better. Adelheid's hands were once again swathed in bandages, this time even more thickly than before, so much so that he couldn't even close his fists; the pain from the energy he'd poured out against that monster had been a move of utter desperation, and now he was paying the price. His leg, too, was bound as best as could be managed, and he had to stick it straight out beneath the table in order to keep it from hurting. His neck was bandaged from where the creature had clawed at his throat, and overall? Adel was just plain not in the best shape.

He couldn't even get breakfast for himself, and at that moment, he was too drained to muster up the energy to introduce himself to anyone. If they wanted to come to him, that was one thing. But right now, it hurt to take any steps at all, so he didn't want to haul himself all over the place.

...someday, he was going to get through a night without crippling himself.

dead_draven October 23 2006, 05:11:48 UTC

Eric woke in his bed a bit surprised. Just as it had been the night before, he woke without any memory of falling asleep. The last thing he remembered was standing with Adelheid in the cafeteria, so opening his eyes to the rough ceiling of the room he remembered from the night before was quite odd ( ... )

grosse_sklaven October 23 2006, 05:21:41 UTC

"Morning," Adelheid said, a faint smile on his exhausted features. Strangely, he felt more tired during the day than he had during the night; perhaps it was because there was nothing more to really do? To say nothing of the fact that he was only getting more and more tired, with each moment that passed without rest or food.

"It looks a lot different in the daylight, doesn't it? Hard to believe that we're in the same place."

dead_draven October 23 2006, 05:27:32 UTC

He nodded slowly, looking around him. "Quite the transformation. It's all so bright and clean, so very 50's vogue-conforming to the stereotypical mental hospital. I can't say that I like it, but it's no where near as threatening as it was."

"Are you going to eat something?" he asked. In his eyes was a silent offer to get him something, but he wouldn't say it aloud, knowing well enough not to risk chafing the dignity Adelheid seemed to hold so dear.

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foxyroses October 23 2006, 03:39:59 UTC

Departing from the nurse who'd led him to the cafeteria, Kurama casually stood in the doorway for a moment, less than eager to enter into the room. As far as he knew, this was a mental hospital, wasn't it? By that logic, the people in this room were mental patients, and more than likely less than stable. He had his suspicions that there was something more to this, but he wasn't the one to act on impulse. He needed to know more about this place before he'd even think to approach anyone ( ... )

repolarization October 23 2006, 03:52:10 UTC

Ginji looked up at the voice speaking to him. Half of a breakfast sausage was sticking out of his mouth. He realized this was very impolite so he swallowed it quickly. "Oh, it's not," he said, giving the red-head a friendly smile and gesturing to him to usher him to sit down.

His eyes glanced around. Wow a lot of people had shown up really quickly. He had been so focused on the food that he hadn't realized. He made a quick scan to see if any of them were Ban, but he didn't see his partner. Shoving aside a frown in favor of making a new friend Ginji looked back at the one who had spoken to him.

"My name's Amano Ginji, but you can call me Ginji!" He, after all, liked being on instant friendly terms with people. He had no problem with a stranger calling him by his first name only.

foxyroses October 23 2006, 04:10:42 UTC

Kurama nodded as the boy ushered him to sit down. Setting down his plate, he slid into the chair, making himself comfortable. He wasn't one to engage conversation unless he had a reason--gossip and idle chatter didn't really hold his attention, but he needed to know more...

Kurama noted how the boy's gaze had wandered across the room in the time that it took him to sit down, as well as the frown that followed, but he said nothing of it.

"Mine's Kurama. It's nice to meet you." For a moment, the redhead wondered if 'Ginji' was the other's real name, or if he'd been given a new name as well, but the thought was fleeting and a moot point anyway. If the cheerful boy wanted to be called Ginji, that's what he was going to be called.

"So, how long have you been here?" Kurama continued, anxious to know as much as he could find out, but his calm expression belied nothing.

repolarization October 23 2006, 04:17:36 UTC

Ginji's smile got a little embarrassed. "I don't know," he admitted. "I just woke up this morning and there was a lady who took me here for food. I don't even know what's going on. Do you know Kura-kun?" Ginji also had a habit of automatically assigning honorifics and shorting names. At least Kurama should have been happy he wasn't going to be called 'Kura-chan'.

Ginji looked down at his food, frowning slightly. "I can't even find Ban-chan," he admitted, once again not skipping a beat between the question and the statement. His mind seemed to want to work faster than his mouth could handle, even though he still felt very sluggish. He remembered he was talking to his new friend so he looked back at Kurama. "How long have you been here?"

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lustful_thing October 23 2006, 10:56:08 UTC

Lust followed her nurse into breakfast, her calve bandaged and cleaned but still hurting. A quick glance around the cafeteria revealed two things: one, Haru was alive and well. Two, everyone she would normally go and sit with was already engaged in conversations. And with people she had no desire to expose herself to first thing in the morning.

At least she had done something last night, small as it had been. She took pleasure in killing the creatures that roamed the building at night. Calf still aching, Lust got herself breakfast and sat down by herself.

theycutitout October 23 2006, 12:18:09 UTC

Morning was more harsh than the evening, River decided as she was ushered by her entourage of nurse and orderlies to the cafeteria. Evening was something cold and ominous, but morning was so much worse... Too-wide smiles and fractured brightness glared brilliantly in the evidence of their falsehood. Everything about it all was violent, moreso than it was when the lights went out. Everything about it all was broken in a logical way ( ... )

lustful_thing October 23 2006, 20:56:50 UTC

"Hmm?" Lust glanced up from her breakfast meat, head tilted towards River. She wasn't surprised to see the girl, she tended to keep to rather select company. And for whatever reason, that included Lust.

"Who was looking for me?" She could take a stab in the dark, of course, but she didn't want to make a fool of herself. Though she realized that with River, she could perhaps glean a few hints to what lay beneath the surface. Her own surface. She set down her fork and leaned her chin on her hand, looking at the girl carefully.

"You can see what's inside a person's mind, can't you? Is it all random, or can you control it at all?"

right_handed October 24 2006, 04:21:44 UTC

A stab in the dark soon became a figure in the light whose steps sounded just as loudly as usual on the cafeteria's floor, even if there was a slight limp to them. The source of the fatigue could be plainly seen; the Ishbalan's left arm was almost completely wrapped in bandages and hung in a sling from his neck even as he used his right to carry a plate of waffles and sausages.

Scar frowned a little at the two females of their "family unit," so to speak, then took a seat across from them. He looked towards Lust.

"You're injured."

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k4t4str0ph4l October 23 2006, 20:50:39 UTC

This habit of waking up when he didn't even remember going to sleep was starting to get on Schuldig's nerves, a fact that the aggravatingly cheerful nurse who had the misfortune to have him as a charge discovered in very short order. Much to his aggravation, he couldn't hear her mind at all - he'd encountered that before, although not since Rosenkreuz, and its recurrence here inspired nostalgia of the worst kinds - but that didn't necessarily stop him from broadcasting a mental image or two to her, and possibly to the people on the rooms on either side of him - they were quite graphic, and seeing her falter in the face of that provided him with at least some satisfaction.

He could still hear the minds around him, which was some reassurance. Nothing interesting, really, aside from the passing knowledge that a number of people had sustained injuries during the night (not that he cared, since none of them were him) and the awareness that his room was no longer in the women's dormitory section(another thing he didn't really care about ( ... )

felled_hero October 24 2006, 00:51:40 UTC

Well, last night had been... Hughes didn't want to think about it. He breathed easier when he got to the dining hall and saw that Adelheid and Eric were alive and didn't look horribly traumatized, as far as he could tell. Whatever had been after them last night hadn't gotten them. He was tempted to head over and just touch base with them - he knew Adelheid was involved with Dante, but the guy was decent as far as Hughes could tell - but they looked pretty involved in their own conversation. And so did Roy. With Greed. How nice. Hughes couldn't help a tightening of his jaw at that - he knew it was stupid, but the damn homunculus got under his skin. Quistis wasn't anywhere to be seen, which didn't improve his darkening mood any. No Scar, either. Or Ed or Al. Or Havoc. In fact, the people he usually gravitated towards were either absent or deep in conversation already ( ... )

k4t4str0ph4l October 24 2006, 03:09:44 UTC

Schuldig glanced up at the man across from him. Tall, dark, a bit scruffy in the beard area, friendly face - that was what his eyes told him. What his mind told him was vastly more informative and interesting...at least what bits he could work around the drifts of mental detritus in the forms of an almost disgustingly cute little girl and a woman with a haircut Schuldig would have thought inhumane on a dog. A family man, this...Maes Hughes.

Most interesting was the fact that his wife wasn't around, and there was apparently a man within the institute who was taking her place, at least as far as bedroom arrangements were concerned. That wasn't really the 2.5 kids, a white picket fence and a dog formula, and it was just dysfunctional enough - and prone to disaster - for the German to thoroughly approve of. Aside from that, there was nothing that made any sense to him (at least without context Schuldig would have to do some tiresome digging for) or that was particularly pertinent to the situation -

Wait. What was...oh, now that was just ( ... )

soulofdiscord October 24 2006, 03:17:44 UTC

Scholar Ling, on the other hand, was more than a little pleased with herself. She had made a grand debute in style, she was getting the hang of this place... and her philosophy had been proven true in a way that no one could refute. A sort of joy was in her heart, even more elated as a nurse was vainly following after her, trying to convince her to sit down and not follow her own whims ( ... )

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