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[ACTIVE//OPEN]

Oct 07, 2008 00:52

Who: James, and whoever else decides to show up!
Where: The Cafeteria
When: Morning
Day: Day after the event ended.
Rating: R
Summary: James is in need of some food after the ordeal.
the Story:

( Home Sweet Home )

rita, open, thomas lynley, james sunderland

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drowned_guilty October 7 2008, 16:05:48 UTC

Images of the past day flied through his head as he carried his tray, not really looking where he was going. Thomas thought nothing like that existed... or then it was a dream, he doesn't know what to think about it all.

He realizes he's stopped walking and just stood there in the middle of the cafeteria possibly looking like an idiot, people starting to look at him with questioning eyes. He hangs his head a bit and carries on.

He didn't really know where to sit, he was new here and barely knew anyone and Thomas' inner gentleman didn't want to disturb some others meal. But he also knew he'd need friends, or at least people to sometimes be with. Looking around again he spotted a table in a corner, one man, blond, sitting alone.

He should ask if he could take a seat, but while speculating the man Thomas got the feeling this person didn't really fancy any company.
He bit his lip and thought it over. He still needed a seat.... and get to know people around hereHe walked up to the table and cleared his throat quietly ( ... )

asleepintoluca October 8 2008, 03:11:51 UTC

The food is finished off quickly. Too quickly. He almost feels nauseous from it, but he holds it down, leaning his head over his tray and staring down into the grain of the table.

He's not even aware that someone is approaching him. He's lost in-

Nothing.

Everything.

It's only when someone speaks beside him does he practically jump out of his seat, face gone pale as a sheet and he looks at the man as if he might burst into flames at any second.

Oh. Just wants to sit...

Right. Calm. Breathe.

"N-No it's fine. Go ahead..."

drowned_guilty October 9 2008, 03:25:00 UTC

The sudden start from the other made Thomas walk back a step and stare at the blond male with wide eyes, though he realised immediately how impolite he was being. He gave a small apologising bow, almost like a nod ( ... )

asleepintoluca October 10 2008, 02:36:20 UTC

James seems stiff at best, huddled over his tray like a prisoner protecting his food. He shoots the man a somewhat distrusting look from under the shade of his bangs then averts his gaze back to the table.

"I see. Well, some of the people are dangerous here, so I would be careful if I were you."

His voice is barely audible, mumbled- almost slurred, and he shifts in his seat uncomfortably.

Oh yes. He's just the social butterfly, isn't he?

"You should find someone safe to hang around with. You never know what kind of wackos might crawl out of the woodwork here."

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reincarnation sickness igneus_laqueum October 8 2008, 08:32:21 UTC

Rita stumbled into the cafeteria, her hair and hospital gown a mess, her cast-bound left arm hanging in its sling just under her chest. She looked like some fetish magazine model gone wrong. Face pale from vomiting in the bathroom- much of which had been coagulated blood which had mysteriously appeared in the pit of her stomach- eyes sunken and bruised looking, it was surprising that Rita was even standing on her own two legs.

Why was I in a bathroom, and where am I now. I remember being in solitary for...some reason...

She glanced down at her cast.

Did I attack someone?

The stench of food was making her stomach knot and groan. People were looking at her...

This isn't the old hospital. Alright, just act natural then until you can sort things out. Rainheart, I have to find Rainheart and- and Rion, must find out where..

Her jumbled thoughts continued as she approached the buffet line and grabbed a tray with her good hand.

New hospital, right..Birdman and Rainheart are here. Rion is...here too...She was unsure of herself, ( ... )

Re: reincarnation sickness asleepintoluca October 9 2008, 03:22:48 UTC

He had just finished choking down his own breakfast not long ago, standing to leave-

Slowly, aching. Every muscle hurt. Everything was a stretch and he turned, just in time to witness a woman vomit not far to his left.

Not what he wanted to see first thing in the morning, and it made him sick just watching it. Eddie. The sound of it making his own bile rise up in his throat. He looked around hesitantly, waiting for some staff member to assist her.

No one did.

Heavy sigh.

He was reluctant as hell. These people were all nut jobs. Crazy as hell. He never really outwardly wanted to involve himself with them, but the staff was obviously too apathetic to help a sick woman. No damn flowers.

He cringed and approached cautiously, hovering over her.

"Ma'am...? Do you uh. Do you need some help?"

Re: reincarnation sickness igneus_laqueum October 10 2008, 00:47:00 UTC

Someone was addressing her. ...But maybe not. Rita sat with her forehead against the table for just a moment longer, toying with the idea that the person directing their voice towards her was either completely insane, or speaking to someone else.

But she felt his warmth, his presence, knew he was waiting for an answer. Knew that he was a man, and that men who asked questions either wanted something or were gen-u-ine-ly-good-pe-ople.

She lifted her head slowly, turned, stared eye-level at his crotch. It was an amusing quirk that hit her at the moment, seeing just what would happen if one ignored the preconception that everyone who talked to you while they were standing and you were sitting would automatically be higher up and looking down.

Rita lifted her chin, staring into the man's eyes. There was a lifetime of pain there, and that set her at ease immediately.

Familiar territory."Yes," she responded. "But then I suppose that's why we're all here...we need help." She broke conversation with him momentarily as a staff member ( ... )

asleepintoluca October 10 2008, 07:59:56 UTC

He seemed almost bewildered by the unusual greeting. She seemed to be perfectly fine after- vomiting like that. A slight frown creased his face, the slightest wrinkles made apparent by the familiar motion.

"Uh- well I mean... If you're sick- Do you need help back to you room?" It wasn't that he was actually concerned for her, exactly. It was more of the role he chose. If a woman was in need of help, as a man, he was expected to offer his assistance, stranger or no. Because that's what men are supposed to do. That's what men are supposed to do they protect and nurture they are guardians and soldiers. That is what he must do. All the time. Never forget it-Then again, she seemed to be more than okay. He could practically feel her gaze ( ... )

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