Apr 17, 2007 03:26
As the intercom clicked on, one could almost hear a very new, very faint sound emanating from it, and that was the high-pitched whine and scratchy voices on a television. The extra noise was cut short, however, when the Head Doctor seemed to realize he had left his television program on and turned it off so that he could make his announcement
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azel,
larxene,
rufus,
miku,
tsuzuki,
tamaki,
hakkai,
luxord,
alphonse,
hikaru,
xemnas,
lord recluse,
elena (ffvii),
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yuffie,
fox,
otacon,
takaya,
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gabranth,
kadaj,
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vergil,
rubedo,
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naoe,
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ashton,
reno,
albel,
kyouya,
rukia,
itachi,
faust,
javert,
dean winchester,
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It seemed to be all Dean was proficient at in the shift leading to dinner; repeatedly muttering insolent and bold objections to the sentence he had to serve a second time. The nurse had noticed he hadn't touched his lunch (Goddammit!). Normally that wouldn't have been enough to pin a patient on, but on top of being involved in the bathroom scuff earlier, and the fact he'd literally bolted when she again specified that she needed to check if his dressings needed changing... well, let's just say the hunter wasn't pleased by her line of response. An orderly was called and had seized him by the shirt and lugged him to his room, stating that he was to endure the whole evening shift alone in it for his insubordination ( ... )
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Better correct that: babeass, because Brock was all into the Spider's ass, and Kasady supposed that Pops would've found his roomie attractive in a stalker-kind of way.
"So, man, how was your nightshift? Looks like you had some fun." Not that he really cared too much whether Winchester ate it or not, but they could hope, right? And maybe...maybe if he got attacked enough, Kasady could step in sometime and finish the job. The others would just have to mark it off as a nightshift casualty.
Yeah, that sounded good. Real good. They popped a piece of cornbread in their mouth, trying hard not to look at their roomie's forehead instead of his eyes.
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"Mm..." Quickly edging away from the wall and putting his feet on the floor, he glanced up. "Fun. Ha, yeah. I'd call that fun, alright." Eyebrows shooting heavenward, he cracked his knuckles, grimacing.
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Okay, maybe it'd just been a good guess. Kasady preferred to just think of it as his predator instincts rootin' out weaknesses. Just sounded plainbetter.
"Don't suppose you found a way outta here last night?" Probably not, but couldn't hurt to ask. Not that they wanted to leave just yet, and once they got their abilties back up a hundred percent, whatever Dean found (or didn't find) really wouldn't matter, would it? They'd broken out of an asylum before, so it wouldn't be too hard to tear a few walls apart, dismember a few bodies, then be on their way to freedom when they were ready...right?
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If he were the type to admit his feelings openly, he'd had said he was frightened. Not of the shit that happened at night. Not even of Naoe. Fuck that. But of ... himself. Beyond whatever it was that kept him safe, the walls he guessed, he could just barely sense rage and pain. Takaya's fists tightened. He had to keep control. He needed to stay Takaya.
Head buried under the pillow, Takaya tried not to yell or throw a fit and dug his fingernails into his palms, barely noticing when nail bit through flesh and his palms started to bleed.
Damn it.
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His eyes narrowed when he saw Takaya lying on the bed. Something felt off again. He was not sure what it could be, and perhaps a part of him did not want to know. However, with the night soon approaching, and apparently the threat of another horrendeous night ahead, he knew that they had to keep it together.
"Takaya-san," he said sharply. It did not seem at first that Lee could talk like that, but on the other hand, when had anybody really tried to figure him out? He sat down on his bed, looking at the food that they were given. "We must eat in order to remain strong. And it is unwise of you to damage yourself." He looked neither happy nor sad, simply beginning to eat his food.
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He started to eat. After a long while of being quiet, he took a drink of water and glanced at Lee again, before looking back at his plate.
"I never did say thank you," he said, sincere in his words. "So...Thanks. I owe you a lot Lee." A lot more than the boy probably knew... but that was for the best.
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Not that he cared about that, but it was the truth of the matter.
"There are things you are loath to tell me, Takaya-san. I understand that there are pains to everyone's soul that one wishes to keep locked inside. However, I hope that one day you will find me trustworthy enough to tell me what it is that hurts you. Perhaps it will help ease your burden, even if just a little."
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Truthfully, as far as institutional fare went, this place wasn't all that bad. It was better than Rosenkreuz, at least...although no one at Rosenkreuz had ever cut his head open, either, so he supposed there were arguments to be made for both sides.
After eating a bit of the beef and potatoes - Schuldig rarely showed much appetite except where sugar, caffeine, alcohol, or any unholy combination thereof were concerned - he started in on his cornbread, waiting with with positive anticipation for Obi-Wan to arrive.
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Schuldig was apparently quite pleased with himself; three entire sentences and nothing subtly threatening or overtly offensive in any of them. Not even hints at knowing things he shouldn't and the possibility of his spreading them around.
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"For the record, if you don't want your cookie, I'll take it," Schuldig said. "I need the sugar, and this place is getting stingier with it by the day."
Obi-Wan didn't have the same kind of sweet tooth that his roommate seemed to, so he had no problem giving up his dessert. "You're welcome to it," he said, and he reached over to hand the orange-haired man the baked treat.
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He would probably see Lyta soon enough, if Alfons and Otacon could do their work quickly.
Still, he was quieter than usual as he ate his dinner, having a lot to think about with the memories Lyta had uncovered for him.
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He held no illusions that it would be difficult to keep up the facade of being Claire's father. Wesker certainly wasn't the paternal type, but he would make an effort to ensure that Claire remained on his side. She was the ideal ally, since they shared the same ability. While that meant that they wouldn't have as much versatility, they also wouldn't have to worry as much about things that would injure others.
Wesker was also somewhat curious about his room-mate.
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