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Title: Prince & Assassin
Characters: Lelouch (directmates) and Marluxia (representez)
Location: Day Room
Rating: PG; may go up if there is language/violence.
Summary: A British prince and an American gangster meet.
Day/Time: Day 61 - morning
Lelouch had dumped his suitcase in his room upon arriving, pages and pages of paperwork clenched between his teeth. He set the papers down and zipped open his suitcase, peeking inside to be sure that all of his belongings were present and intact. He fished a pen out of a neat pencil case in the side of his luggage and picked the stack of paperwork back up, running a hand through his wavy black hair before making his way towards what the nurse that had given him a tour had said was the Day Room. Apparently, if patients had any free time they usually spent it here.
Lelouch entered the empty room, sunlight pouring through the barred windows. He sat down at an old table near the corner of the room, remembering that most patients had mandatory therapy sessions in the morning. Good then, he could work in silence.
Lelouch began filling out the boring paperwork, presenting every detail of his physical health in flourished handwriting. Was he on any medication? Was there a history of disease in his family? Did he experience and physical symptoms of any sort?
So caught up in getting the paperwork done, Lelouch did not even pay attention to the presence of another entering the room.
Characters: Lelouch (directmates) and Marluxia (representez)
Location: Day Room
Rating: PG; may go up if there is language/violence.
Summary: A British prince and an American gangster meet.
Day/Time: Day 61 - morning
Lelouch had dumped his suitcase in his room upon arriving, pages and pages of paperwork clenched between his teeth. He set the papers down and zipped open his suitcase, peeking inside to be sure that all of his belongings were present and intact. He fished a pen out of a neat pencil case in the side of his luggage and picked the stack of paperwork back up, running a hand through his wavy black hair before making his way towards what the nurse that had given him a tour had said was the Day Room. Apparently, if patients had any free time they usually spent it here.
Lelouch entered the empty room, sunlight pouring through the barred windows. He sat down at an old table near the corner of the room, remembering that most patients had mandatory therapy sessions in the morning. Good then, he could work in silence.
Lelouch began filling out the boring paperwork, presenting every detail of his physical health in flourished handwriting. Was he on any medication? Was there a history of disease in his family? Did he experience and physical symptoms of any sort?
So caught up in getting the paperwork done, Lelouch did not even pay attention to the presence of another entering the room.