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Anise Tatlin ([personal profile] gald_digger) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2011-08-16 01:37 am

Day 58: Cafeteria

Anise woke up feeling lucky to be alive. She still felt a bit waterlogged, even though her skin, hair, and clothes were completely dry. During last night's adventures, she'd swallowed a lot of water, and it still felt heavy and disgusting in her stomach. Her arms and legs were tired from treading water. Lying still in her bed, she still kind of felt like she was floating and bobbing in the water.

But she was alive.

Knowing how close she came to death last night, and remembering the lengths her friends had gone to in order to save her, there was no way Anise could let a little discomfort get her down. She had to be at her best today so she wouldn't seem ungrateful to Guy and Claude. On that note, she had to remember to thank them properly, now that she was better able to express herself.

While getting ready, Anise was surprised to actually run into Claude that morning. He came to her room asking for the notebook he stored there (or maybe it was an excuse to see her cute face again), so Anise happily located it and handed it over. She was pretty tired, but the big smile she gave him was genuine. Who wouldn't be happy to see her savior so soon after a dramatic rescue?

After he left, Anise finished re-tying her pigtails into a low position so the military beret would fit on her head, and then she was ready! Even though her stomach wasn't feeling that great, she figured sitting down to a decent meal would help normalize it. And luckily for her, she was among the few who had the privilege of eating such a meal. Anise filled a plate with french toast topped with syrup and fruit, accompanied by small portions of each of the available side dishes.

It looked like she was early, which meant there weren't a lot of people around. That was okay, though. Anise could get a good head start on her meal before any company came around. She sat down at a table by herself and started on her sausage first.

[for Tolten!]

[identity profile] arakhnes.livejournal.com 2011-09-09 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
She couldn't think. Everything was a fog, a blur, something that she could barely trudge through, like molasses. She didn't want to think. She couldn't think. And yet, the more she decided that she wouldn't, the more she did. The more memories came flooding back, the more emotions welled up inside of her, and all at once, she was grateful for Peter being here. There were the fights, the awkwardness, but in the end, the reassurance made up for everything.

Just knowing that she had someone here that she had a bond with. She had no one else but him, both here and back home as well.

She jerked her head up at the intercom, but was caught in the middle of the movement by Peter diving for her, wrapping his arms around her. She was surprised. He never hugged her. He was murmuring in her ear, she was frozen stiff, and her eyes were filled with tears. He couldn't go. She wouldn't let him go, but she knew that the guard was standing there, making him go. Even as he was pulling away from the hug, she was grabbing onto his hands, squeezing them tight.

"You need to do the same. I won't, I promise. But you can't lock me out either!"

Before he was shying away, and she was left with another burly guard approaching her. Glaring down at her. And unlike her genetic template, she wasn't going so willingly. When the man grabbed her arm to pull her up, she jerked away with a, "Don't touch me!"

She was trudging through another fog and it hurt. But at least she wasn't alone.