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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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Badou choked on a laugh. "Unfortunately I'm taken."
He couldn't tell if Renamon had meant for that to imply anything, but even if she didn't it was so unexpected it was hilarious. "I wouldn't mind meeting her sometime anyway." He added. He was all over a cute girl who knew how to work a pair of guns or some other horrible thing he wouldn't say out loud.
The question gave him a moment's pause. He didn't work with a lot of people who were unfamiliar with guns, so he frowned thoughtfully, thinking of both his needs and a way to phrase them.
He settled on pulling out his notebook and making a few quick sketches while he spoke: a revolver and a bullet, a standard hand gun and a full clip of ammunition. They weren't perfect but they got the idea across. Even if he could find them, his precious Mac-10s were too impractical here. They went through ammo like Badou went through Marlboros.
"Small. And any bullets if you see them." He tore the page out and passed it to her. "That should give you an idea."
"And Renamon?" His smile was small, but genuine none the less. "Thanks."
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Until the man started outlining what he wanted. She watched him closely, curious, then took the page when it was offered. "I'll look for something like this." There was a shift in the room, people beginning to move out of the room. Badou spoke once more and Renamon glanced to him. "It's nothing." She stood, taking the page with her, and then nodded to him. "...It's good to see you again, Badou."