damned_institute | Day 55: Intercom, Evening

Snow doubled in number as the day transitioned into the evening hours. Unfortunately, none of the patients were allowed the time to enjoy the weather changes. They were instead greeted by the telltale jingle of the intercom, signaling their cue to return indoors.

Once again, they heard the voice of a familiar female. She sounded unchanged from her previous announcements, her intonation as clear and as flat as ever.

"Attention all subjects and personnel. All subjects are to return to their assigned rooms for their evening meal. Lights Out will commence shortly after."

The woman paused, seemingly for effect.

"All personnel: you are to report to your stations. Thank you."

The intercom clicked off.

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Even though he was cold and wet from the shower, Matthew had immediately gone outside to play in the snow again, enjoying the familiar numbing feeling of the air and the crisping of his hair as the wet strands froze. Even though there wasn't nearly as much snow as what would be found in Canada, standing in the field really did feel like home. For a few moments he could even think that he was Canada again. He was standing in a field after work, he needed to go out and buy some more fish for Kumajirou....and that he could sense the life of his country in every portion of a second. But then the illusion would disappear half a second later, and the empty reality would return.

He only hoped that the weather would stay like that for the next few days.

Even though Canada was reluctant to go inside when the announcements came, the warmth of the institute was still welcome. He followed sleepily behind the guard, a content smile on his face as his body shivered lightly underneath his uniform. So...he couldn't handle the cold as much he could before, eh? That made sense. Hopefully he wouldn't get sick from that little trip outside. It was weird to worry about developing a disease from something other than an epidemic or struggling economy, but...he was human now, and germs were how humans developed sicknesses.

Matthew's eyes brightened as they closed in on his door, breaking the silence between him and the guard for the first time. "Is...Is Kanda there?" He knew that his guard wasn't exactly fond of him; both the looks that he sent the Canadian and his tone of voice when speaking confirmed it, but...hopefully he'd be somewhat useful this time around.

"I don't know. See for yourself." The soldier said, opening the door for the Canadian. Matthew's face deadpanned, sending an annoyed expression towards the soldier even as he muttered "thanks" for the opened door.

He rushed through the opening, partly to escape the suffocating environment with the soldier and mostly out of anxious curiosity. 'Please be there, please be there, please be the-' "Kan-" Matthew's voice died off as soon as he caught a glimpse of the white hair. A stunned silence hovered over him, interrupted only by the shutting of the door behind him.

"...Hello..." He muttered politely, a barely hidden shocked expression on his face as the heaviness in his chest became more and more apparent. 'Oh god...what have they done to Kanda...?' His grip on the side of his uniform suddenly increased exponentially. 'Are they brainwashing him at this very moment...? Removing and messing with his memories in the same way that they did it with America?' He cast his gaze down at the ground, scanning over the boxes both on his bed and his new roommates bed.

This confirmed it. Kanda was gone. He saw Kanda everyday. Kanda should have been one of the easiest prisoners to protect, but...but...instead he had to stay asleep while they dragged him out of the institute. Since he didn't wake up to any fight, Kanda had probably gone willingly, unaware of what the institute did to the removed prisoners. 'If only...if only I had told him...!' If he had told him then Kanda definitely would have fought with the kidnappers, waking Matthew up and allowing the Canadian to defend the injured soldier. Matthew would have fought with teeth and nails against their guns if necessary, even try to find a way to escape if it meant that they wouldn’t be doing god-knows-what to any more prisoners.

But instead…he had to stay asleep. He had to stay fucking asleep. ’So much for helping anyone. I’m so useless….’ His shoulders dropped, an expression of utter defeat quickly crossing his features before replacing it with a numb look, bringing his gaze back up to his new roommate.

…There was no point in dragging him down with this. Aside, first impressions were important, right? Pacing towards his own bed, Matthew forced a cheerful mask on his face. “So you’re my new roommate then? Nice weather today, eh?”

Edited 2011-03-28 00:29 (UTC)

As soon as the door opened Yue straightened, gently but firmly nudging Yukito aside in order to greet the new roommate with as much dignity as he could manage, what with his hair still damp from the shower (as it would likely be for some hours yet, judging from past experience). It of course earned him a faint, disappointed sigh from his other self, but it wasn't as though Yukito hadn't finished most of his dinner already. The stranger was... nobody he had seen before, someone who looked entirely unlike Xemnas and without any potentially threatening air that Yue could see.

That was a point in his favor, at least, though Yue merely regarded him with an even, neutral gaze until the man finally asked a question. Nice... weather. The guardian blinked once, then rose to his feet and offered a slight nod in response. "I am Yue." And with that he turned his attention to the box containing his belongings, deciding it seemed more immediately interesting. Was it worth stowing them back in the closet again, or would they simply continue to prove that he couldn't actually hide anything from them? And the clothing... should he change, or no? Was there even any point?

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