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Day 50: Waiting Room / Lobby 1 (3rd Shift)

Jun 23, 2010 15:41

Prussia wouldn't admit it out loud, but it had been nice to see his brother this morning. West had obviously been doing well before he ended up here; he must have recovered from the war some time in the gap between Prussia's own time and his, and kept on surviving, no matter what rules and restrictions and laws the Control Council had put in place ( Read more... )

venom, agatha, visitors, yuffie, ritsuka, ruby, the flash, prussia

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thatdamnedninja June 23 2010, 19:45:50 UTC

Yuffie was walking to her doom.

On her hands.

And then, ten seconds later or less (because boredom came fast to people like her, or maybe just to her in general; she'd never found anybody else worth comparing herself to), she was cartwheeling to her doom.

"Hanna, darling," said Plucky through gritted teeth. "Please stop that. Immediately."

Yuffie began pirouetting to her doom. "'Kay."

"Walk. Please."

"Sheesh, fine." Yuffie began walking. Backwards, with her arms crossed insolently behind her head, and an obnoxious, indulgent smile lighting painted across her face. "So, who've you got for me today? It can't be Conner. It's not Conner, is it, oh my gawd that would mean he has a clone; totally not as wicked awesome as it sounds, by the way. Is he old? Is he wrinkly? Does he have an obsession with soulful crimson contact lenses? Ooh, wait, I know, I know! It's Stan! Is his second name 'Back'? Stan Back, get it?" Her eyes growing wide, Yuffie pointed wildly behind the nurse, "Omigod, he's nakedPlucky twitched ( ... )

damned_visitors July 2 2010, 11:09:25 UTC

"Naked? Man, you're never going to let up on me, are you ( ... )

thatdamnedninja July 2 2010, 16:03:26 UTC

… What. What. What.

What was he doing here?!

"What're you doin' here?" Yuffie demanded, gawking unabashedly. She'd been all set (and yet never ready) for some awkward reunion with, like, Faker Vincent. Somebody she really knew, who could really sink their claws into her. Not… this. Not Mr. McHandyman. Sagara. SanoWhy him? Why her? They'd been friends, good friends for what it'd been worth, but they'd barely even gotten to know each other before he'd gone moseying off to get himself brainwashed. He sure as hell didn't know Hanna. If anything, Yuffie would've thought that they guy'd make a bee-line straight for Kenshin. They'd been buddies, right? About as in with each other as AVALANCHE, with all the usual familiarity and camaraderie and bitching ( ... )

damned_visitors July 3 2010, 01:57:39 UTC

"'Wow Bruce, thanks for taking time out of your day to come see me.' Oh, any time." He was joking, of course. Hanna hadn't exactly embraced manners, which really had been part of why they got along so well. Really, Bruce was happy enough that the only shots she'd taken so far had been verbal ones, though it would've been fucking hilarious if she'd fallen off the chair ( ... )

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anemptydecapo June 23 2010, 20:32:19 UTC

...That wasn't right. He actually had a topic in mind when he had begun speaking to Edward this morning, hadn't he? Somewhere between the melon-crushing and unwarranted sympathy, it had gotten lost, pushed out of focus in favor of childish trains of thought. And when he had finally realized this and was mere seconds away from reigning the conversation back into the direction it were supposed to be in, a certain dark haired woman interrupted to escort him away from the table.

He'd see him later then.

She was still smiling, happy, the same as in the morning. Venom didn't like that. Something was wrong when this woman was pleased in his vicinity. The feeling of him staring metaphorical daggers into the side of her head must of have prompted her to finally spill the information she had, because once out of the cafeteria, she immediately began blabbing away. "Isn't this exciting? It's so good of your friends to drive all this way to see you ( ... )

damned_visitors June 23 2010, 21:34:26 UTC

In a way, Eduardo Corbett was almost certain that this was a waste of time. For as long as he'd known Vincent, for all of the years they'd been together, he'd never known the other man to be reasonable. When younger, it was endearing and flattering at the same time. He'd always had someone to look after him, and games and pranks were always easier to pull when he had a willing partner in all his schemes. But then they'd grown up, and it had become... complicated. In the past few years, especially, he'd started to wonder if he really could continue living with Vincent, especially considering ( ... )

damned_visitors June 23 2010, 22:58:26 UTC

Her fiance was a stubborn one. Never swaying from his own way of thinking, resolute in his goals. Ordinarily this was a part of him that she admired, one of his greatest strengths ( ... )

anemptydecapo June 23 2010, 23:31:45 UTC

It wasn't self-pity driving his insistence that no one would want to visit him - it was just how it was. He'd isolated himself from the rest of the world as per his job. It wasn't his job to make friends. He had no family. The only person they could have possibly considered wasn't--

...alive...

It wasn't the same as last night. The confidence was there, the inherent strength and determination he had always expected alive and well flowing through each step, and yet it wasn't the same. It wasn't the same as the night before that either. But it was the same blond hair as both of those nights, the same one figure-- ...no. He wasn't alone this time. In with the image of his Lord, hands clutched together, was another familiar figure in white. He was with her.Loathing wasn't enough to describe the stabbing heat that wormed its way into his chest. Hatred was too weak a word to properly convey the poison pounding into his mind with a shattering scream of sight-induced rage. It wasn't enough to say that the sight of her with him, sitting next ( ... )

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mistressmadgirl June 23 2010, 21:49:52 UTC

Agatha had kind of wanted to see that movie, or rather, to see how the movie was being done. So many of the machines here were of unfamiliar design, which only made sense if they really were in the Americas. If she managed a seat near the projector, who knew what she could learn?

Unfortunately, that plan was currently being shot down by That Nurse, a person Agatha was beginning to loathe with her entire being.

"So when they said it was a free choice day, that was another total lie, then?" Agatha demanded. "I can't even choose to sit around for an hour or two?"

That Nurse had a longsuffering expression which Agatha considered to be totally unfair. She wasn't being locked up and drugged and half-drowned and her friends dragged off for modification. She was just hanging around all day and making Agatha's life difficult. "Marie-"

"Agatha-"

"Marie," That Nurse repeated, "it really isn't fair to the other people in your life for you to shut them out. And I'll bet you miss them, too."

"I don't miss anyone on this continent," Agatha ( ... )

damned_visitors June 28 2010, 03:36:18 UTC

As the nurse led the Clays in, they were obviously distraught, but catching sight of Marie, they were clearly happy to see their little girl again. Nora managed a reserved smile, and Nick's stern expression softened slightly.

They hurried to her table as Nora sighed, "Oh, Child..." At least she seemed well. Upset, yes, but she had always been troubled and it was only natural after all that had happened.

mistressmadgirl June 28 2010, 06:37:02 UTC

Agatha tried to hold on to her annoyance. It kept everything at arm's length, inconveniences that didn't really matter that much. Before, the obvious alternative had been fear.

The first glimpse of her parents' faces cut through that easily. She'd seen them die! Even if they might have been repaired, they wouldn't be showing up here except as other prisoners! What could--

-she couldn't think about this with any kind of coherency. They were dead, and they were here, and they were the only parents she'd ever known. "Lilith," she whispered, hating the stinging eyes that promised tears before long. "Adam? You're..."

damned_visitors June 29 2010, 06:35:55 UTC

The couple exchanged a worried look. It had been a long and terrible several days after bringing her here, waiting to see how she was adjusting. But she was acting like she hadn't expected to see her parents ever again. And, of course, there were those names. They didn't expect Marie to be all better right away, of course, but it was still heart-wrenching.

Nora touched her girl gently on the harm, hopefully reassuringly, "Marie, you know our names are Nick, and Nora."

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forgot_it_all June 23 2010, 22:20:38 UTC

Considering his luck with visitors lately, Ritsuka wasn't sure he wanted to go. His one and only visitor had been his mother and he'd left with new bruises and a feeling that he'd let her down. His father was still being the usual absentee and without him, his mother was alone. He somewhat hoped she would be the one to come today, just so he could see her and check on how she was doing.

But that hope was smashed when he asked his nurse if she was here already.

"Oh, Jordan, I know you want to see her, but I'm afraid she couldn't come," his nurse said, placing one hand on his uninjured shoulder. The way she said that made it sound more like she'd been told not to come and Ritsuka wondered why adults never said the truth. It wasn't like he couldn't handle it.

"I see, thanks."

His nurse led him toward one of the tables and let him sit down, then wandered off to do whatever it was nurses did during these hours. Drawing one leg up under him on the seat, Ritsuka suddenly felt anxiety setting in. Who would come see him if not his

damned_visitors June 24 2010, 02:01:27 UTC

That question was soon to be answered when Ritsuka's visitor finally came in. He had been a little delayed, getting a little care package through the hospital security, but in the end he arrived. The young man who walked through the front door, short and with soft blond hair and blue eyes, looked far healthier than when last he'd crossed paths with Ritsuka. His skin was more tan, his frame wasn't quite so drawn and haggard, and there was a spring in his step that hadn't been there those last few days.

How it had happened was up in the air, but none other than Alfons Heiderich made his way over to Ritsuka, holding a small basket in his hand and quietly thanking the nurses for pointing him in the right direction. Then? Then he walked right up to the other young man, offering his usual quiet yet warm smile. It hurt to see his friend like this, to have a gulf of visitor and patient that couldn't yet be bridged, but... there was hope. Always, there was hope.

"...I'm sorry if you were expecting someone else," he offered after a moment.

forgot_it_all June 24 2010, 07:44:14 UTC

The second the newest visitor walked into the room, Ritsuka knew it was for him. There was just...no way it could be for anyone else, right? Ed was gone, Tamaki was gone, Miku was gone and yet here he was, walking in like nothing had happened. Ritsuka's hands dropped into his lap in amazement and he somehow managed to stand, grabbing the table for support as he watched his friend walk up toward him.

He looked so healthy, so happy. He didn't have any of the dark circles under his eyes or the pallor in his cheeks or the heaviness around his shoulders as he'd had when last Ritsuka saw him. He looked...so alive. He was alive and well and he hadn't gone home and he hadn't forgotten him like Muraki-sensei had. But that also meant he'd given up and given in to this place and their lies. He'd gotten out, but he'd given up something, too ( ... )

damned_visitors June 24 2010, 21:32:07 UTC

The hug wasn't what Hans had expected at all. He'd expected a bit more resistance, a bit more anger, or at least some reservations. But his friend ran up to him, and the teen closed his arms around Ritsuka's slender shoulders, so glad that they could meet like this. ...that they could meet at all, really. He'd been afraid for awhile that he wouldn't survive, that his life was ending no matter what happened ( ... )

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damned_visitors June 23 2010, 23:05:43 UTC

Elizaveta was a woman of many talents, many resources, and far too many demands on her time. To take a day off for a visit was a prospect unheard of; the amount of zeal and gusto she placed into her work tended to drain attention from other aspects of her life. She simply did not go out to meet with anyone, at least lately. Especially lately. The fact she was doing so now was...out of character. The news last night had even started talk among her sous-chefs, each of them bickering over which of her family members had died.

It was such despicable gossip, but she found herself wishing that had been the case. Death held a legitimacy, a finality that reality did not, and--although she would never admit to such a thought--Elizaveta did not know what to do. Her friend was here, properly diagnosed and treated as a madman. The incident had been stressful for them all, but she had not expected Gilbert to be the most broken from it ( ... )

hat_einen_vogel June 23 2010, 23:56:48 UTC

He didn't recognize any of the news in the New York Times. It seemed overwhelmingly bland, like there hadn't been anything to report on so they filled the pages with pointless fluff, like dog shows and talk of the weather. He'd skimmed every page, and he hadn't gotten a single point of reference out of it. No date, no year, nothing.

It wasn't long before he tossed the New York Times aside in favor of the National Geographic, glancing through its pages. This was more familiar, even when it showed places he'd never seen himself. At least the world hadn't changed much.

When someone started in his direction, he stopped reading, but he didn't look up until the last voice he'd expected called out to him. Whoever he might have thought would come visit him-and it was a very short list-she was just about the last one he would have expected ( ... )

damned_visitors June 24 2010, 00:32:09 UTC

Was he surprised? No, more than that: Gilbert appeared genuinely shocked, as if her presence had been unaccounted for. Elizaveta almost huffed at the expression--out of everyone, he should have expected her. She might have tied his shoelaces together and punched him in the mouth a couple of times, but she wasn't that horrible of a friend ( ... )

hat_einen_vogel June 24 2010, 02:06:21 UTC

Something was dreadfully wrong with Hungary: she was being nice.

To him.

She sounded concerned, like she cared about more than him holding still while she hit him upside the head for the latest perceived (or very, very real) slight about Austria. She was touching his hand without using it to throw him over her shoulder or across the room.

He jerked his hand away reflexively by her last question. That sounded a bit more like the Hungary he knew, but just barely. If anyone's behavior had been 'altered', it was hers.

"I..." he started, his throat feeling suddenly dry. He cleared it and tried again, his tone defensive, "How do you think I'm doing, Hungary? I'm as awesome as always, even if I am stuck here. How did you even know where I was, anyway? It didn't sound like West knew a damn thing about this place until he ended up here too." And if he had, he certainly hadn't mentioned anything about knowing there were 'visiting hours ( ... )

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