Comments | landels_redux: Therapy Room 3

muted_flame in landels_redux

Therapy Room 3

Jun 26, 2006 21:28

Those pesky nurses had a habit of rushing in the second an announcement was made to literally drag all the patients to wherever they were "supposed" to be. Roy was left feeling a bit ruffled and upset after his nurse deposited him into an empty therapy room ( Read more... )

elena, dias, roy, hojo, vincent, cid, zoro, sanji

Comments 57

tripleswordflow June 27 2006, 06:00:07 UTC

As expected, the door did open again, only the man brought inside didn't seem entirely concious. Two male orderlies had to literally pull him in and then seat him in a chair, letting him slump forward and hit the table with a painful-sounding thump.

They moved out, one rubbing at his face and growling, and the door closed and latched again.

There were a few minutes of silence, before the man lifted his head, slowly, groaning some. Upon realizing that he was not alone, however, he straightened, his dark eyes instantly moving to survery Roy.

It was another person wearing the same damn clothes as him... did that mean he was trapped in this hellhole, too?

Still, Zoro wasn't entirely sure what to say.

"...Where the hell am I?" he finally asked, settling on getting the most important stuff out of the way first. Then again, there was always the chance this guy was just as clueless as he was.

muted_flame June 27 2006, 06:38:07 UTC

It wasn't long before Roy was joined by another patient, someone he had never seen before. It was a young man and while his features were what betrayed his youth, his build showed off years of physical discipline. That, at least, Roy could appreciate. While he was rather lean himself, he was certainly in shape and knew the amount of effort that took ( ... )

tripleswordflow June 27 2006, 06:49:14 UTC

There was a pause, and Zoro seemed to consider these words. "That's wonderful," he murmured. "So I'm assuming we're on some kind of island, then?" They obviously weren't at sea.

He'd wondered if perhaps the Marines had something to do with all this... some weird new program to rehabilitate wanted men into normal, law-abiding citizens? But why? And how the hell had they taken him without his notice?

That was the kicker.

He needed to focus, especially, on getting back to the rest of the crew, back on the Grand Line.

The first step was getting his swords back.

muted_flame June 27 2006, 06:59:56 UTC

"Island?" Roy tilted his head at the newcomer, not quite sure how he had come to that conclusion. "I suppose that's possible, but we could also be inland. I haven't been able to see what's past the institute grounds, so I don't really know." He offered a small shrug. While he could offer some information, he obviously didn't know everything. That was a bit disheartening to admit to, but it was true.

The colonel noticed that there were two other patients in the room as well. Both of them looked to belong in C Hall and they also apparently knew each other, since the more aware one was calling the other by his name. It was always good when people found each other in such a confusing place. He noted that he'd probably have to inform them of what was going on as well once he was done with the younger one.

"What's your name?" he asked the green-haired teenager. "I'm Colonel Roy Mustang, though I suppose my rank doesn't have much merit here."

Thread 33

dawning_dreams June 27 2006, 06:29:37 UTC

Cid didn't move before opening his eyes, and once he did, he found that he didn't especially want to. Something felt vaguely comfy underneath him and white walls blurred with white lights to form something of a faint yellow gradient.

The pilot scrunched his eyes closed. Then he opened them again.

This time, he was a little more conscious, though "more" was a relative term. He felt damned cold, and making his fingers twitch seemed like too much of a commitment to really go through with. For fuck's sake, he didn't need to wake up twice. He couldn't put his finger on what had been so bad about the first time that it would serve to define this new situation in its wake, but he figured it probably wasn't something worth dwelling on. Anyway, there were a couple of other people in the room, (which didn't look especially like anything on his ship, but whatever), and he didn't think he knew them, but maybe he was still dreaming. Or something.

He curled up a little. It really was cold. He'd kill whoever had turned the Highwind's thermostat ( ... )

reduxvalentine June 27 2006, 06:39:32 UTC

Vincent was almost shoved into the room, glaring at the door as it slid closed and a dual pair of orderlies disappeared behind the door.

There seemed to be far too many of them around here.

He turned, noticing that this new room looked very much like the private one he'd woken up in: white-washed and dull; almost completely bare. An angry-looking man with bright green hair sat at a long table and another angry-looking man hovered nearby. He was almost tempted to strike up conversation when he suddenly stopped dead.

Curled up on the sofa in the room was a very, very familiar face.

"Cid?!" Immediately he was crouched next to the couch, trying to shake awake the pilot.

dawning_dreams June 27 2006, 06:44:14 UTC

"Ohhh, fuck, Vincent," Cid moaned sleepily as his eyes wandered back to the other two, strange men. He slapped a hand to his face and dragged it down. He frowned a little, pondering over the situation meticulously before coming to the only logical conclusion.

He looked back to his comrade, mouth twisted a little in disgust.

"You're having a Halloween party under my nose, ain't ya? Caped fuck..."

reduxvalentine June 27 2006, 06:53:57 UTC

Vincent blinked, wondering for a split second what, beyond any punishment he'd previously incurred, just what in the hell he had done to deserve this.

It wasn't worth it, he decided.

"Cid, wake up." Seizing the pilot's shoulders with both hands, he forced him upright and hopefully awake and aware, staring him straight in the eye. At least Vincent knew he hadn't gone completely insane, that someone here truly resided on the same plane of existence, and he wasn't about to let a moment slip by.

"I don't know what's going on here, but this isn't the Highwind. Wake. Up."

Thread 19

syringes June 28 2006, 05:29:29 UTC

"You HIT her!"

Hojo tilted his head. What a familiar voice... it took a bit longer than he would have liked to admit to place it, but when he did he grinned, thoroughly amused. He hadn't expected to see the wayward Turk again so soon... though considering this was supposed to be a mental hospital he couldn't say he was too surprised. Swallowing another chuckle, he walked over to the two men and put his hands behind his back, tilting his torso slightly to the side so he could look Vincent in the eye.

"Still using those old Turk tricks, I see. You look surprisingly worse for wear after just a week, Valentine."

reduxvalentine June 28 2006, 05:38:16 UTC

Vincent stopped dead, blood suddenly turned to ice.

His fingers' vice grip on Cid's restrained and twisted wrist loosened, and everyone else in the room, both familiar and stranger, disappeared as he stared into a face far more familiar than the haggard man he'd gunned down just days ago. Swallowing slowly, he spoke in a growl with the tone of the deepest human loathing.

"I killed you."

His eyes fixed on Hojo, and he saw nothing else.

syringes June 28 2006, 05:46:48 UTC

"And I killed you, but going on about details like that won't get us anywhere, now will it?" To be honest he had no idea what Vincent was referring to; he'd never even come close to killing him-- well, he had come close, but only once. In any case, Hojo assumed that the experimentation had caused some sort of hallucination, or something similar... he would have loved to keep the man around to moniter the side-effects more efficiently, but this would have to do.

reduxvalentine June 28 2006, 05:52:35 UTC

"No," he said icily, confusion rapidly replaced with pure anger. "I killed you. Why are you alive, you bastard?" He had completely released Cid (Cid who? Hojo.) and was advancing toward the (DEAD) scientist, both of his hands clenched.

"I'll kill you again if I have to."

Thread 9

fast_cooking June 28 2006, 17:28:43 UTC

Sanji couldn't believe it when some men, orderlies, came in and hoisted him up off of the floor of his room. What he was told was his room.

"Come on Willard." One of the older orderlies said gruffly as he took the blond mans' arm and drug him upright.

Shakily Sanji stood, not fully awake and quite disoriented from blood rushing to his head.

It was then the orderlies pushed him out of the room. Now if there was one thing Sanji didn't like, it was not knowing what was to happen next.

On the edge of freaking out entirely, Sanji grabbed the frame of the door, clutching it as the orderly tried to keep pulling the cook along.

"Hey! Let go of the door, you're only going to therapy!" One of the stronger orderlies shouted. Grabbing Sanji around the middle and carrying him to another room.

Therapy Room 3.