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damned_institute2012-05-06 02:53 pm
age_of_kings) wrote in damned_institute2012-05-06 02:53 pm
Night 63: Bus 1
By the time the darkness fell and the strange fluxing of air swept across the buses, Tolten still wasn't certain what was going on. Only that there was some problem with the final bus, and that they had been waiting to resume.
Of course now it was very certain that there would be no return trip tonight. Whatever the implications of that were, the young king had no idea. Nor did he spare a thought to it. Rather he found himself lurching to his feet and losing his lunch in the empty seat space behind him.
It was the only reaction his body could offer to what he saw unfold before his eyes, a twisted carnival show of gore and depravity the likes of which he had never imagined. Even the creatures in the sewers were less violent and torturous than this!
He knew he didn't have time for pity or wonderment as to whether or not the staff was always like that, under the surface, but his mind was slow to follow. He could only stare, shaking, his mind buzzing with fear and disgust and sorrow.
This was simply wrong!
[For Locke!]
Of course now it was very certain that there would be no return trip tonight. Whatever the implications of that were, the young king had no idea. Nor did he spare a thought to it. Rather he found himself lurching to his feet and losing his lunch in the empty seat space behind him.
It was the only reaction his body could offer to what he saw unfold before his eyes, a twisted carnival show of gore and depravity the likes of which he had never imagined. Even the creatures in the sewers were less violent and torturous than this!
He knew he didn't have time for pity or wonderment as to whether or not the staff was always like that, under the surface, but his mind was slow to follow. He could only stare, shaking, his mind buzzing with fear and disgust and sorrow.
This was simply wrong!
[For Locke!]
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Very bad news, he noted wryly as he scrambled his way off of the bus with every other patient who had an ounce of self-preservation instinct. Better to face the unknown outside than stay trapped with whatever the hell the nurses had turned into. He'd thought they were un-cute before, and now they were...
Well. He wasn't used to seeing that sort of thing outside his nightmares, and if he hadn't known better, he would have thought he was asleep now. The pain in his leg, however, was all too real, though he did his best to ignore it as he followed the stream of other patients away from the buses and down the road.
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