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damned_institute2011-08-30 12:49 pm
immortale) wrote in damned_institute2011-08-30 12:49 pm
Day 58: Arts & Crafts (Fourth shift)
Firo was glad to see the end of lunch, if only for the fact that in a few more hours, the day would be over. Night was the only time he had any real freedom of movement, and it was the only time he could do something worth doing, instead of just sitting around.
The usual soldier came to fetch him shortly after the announcement, with only a curt, "Come along, Saviano." Firo frowned, but followed him out of the cafeteria into the Sun Room.
He would have been fine with stopping there, but the soldier apparently had other ideas. When Firo stopped, he went so far as to grab hold of his shoulder and roughly steer him into one of the adjoining rooms, ignoring his protests all the while. The new room was full of round tables with various items like colored paper and paint in the middle, and Firo had a sinking feeling about it. What had the activity mentioned in the announcement been? Arts and crafts?
"What am I supposed to do in here?" he spat at the guard.
"Draw a flower. Make a bracelet. I don't care," was the gruff response before the soldier disappeared out the door.
Firo had half a mind to follow him out, but no—he'd wait a few minutes first, just in case he got shoved back into the pointless room. In the meantime, he took a seat at one of the tables, turning his chair towards the door and leaning his head against one arm propped up on the table.
[For Battler]
The usual soldier came to fetch him shortly after the announcement, with only a curt, "Come along, Saviano." Firo frowned, but followed him out of the cafeteria into the Sun Room.
He would have been fine with stopping there, but the soldier apparently had other ideas. When Firo stopped, he went so far as to grab hold of his shoulder and roughly steer him into one of the adjoining rooms, ignoring his protests all the while. The new room was full of round tables with various items like colored paper and paint in the middle, and Firo had a sinking feeling about it. What had the activity mentioned in the announcement been? Arts and crafts?
"What am I supposed to do in here?" he spat at the guard.
"Draw a flower. Make a bracelet. I don't care," was the gruff response before the soldier disappeared out the door.
Firo had half a mind to follow him out, but no—he'd wait a few minutes first, just in case he got shoved back into the pointless room. In the meantime, he took a seat at one of the tables, turning his chair towards the door and leaning his head against one arm propped up on the table.
[For Battler]
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Luckily, the man didn't take too long to move from that mix-up and get to the point at hand. Sora wouldn't have minded just chatting and getting to know each other, but getting a report right off the bat was good too.
So Neku and him had actually tried those drugs? It looked like a few of the club members had decided to go that route, and Sora felt kind of bad for it. It wasn't as if he'd forced them to, but he could see why they might have felt like that would be the most fruitful use of their time.
Much like what Soma had hinted at over the bulletin, it sounded like things hadn't gone well for Mike. Sora frowned and leaned forward in his seat a bit more. "What happened? Are you all right?"