Nightshift 60: F01-F10 Hallway

[ninelivesonce]

Taura felt like herself again. Her skin fit over her bones, and while her shoulder had fresh bandages and wounds that still reached into muscle and restricted motion, it was hers.

Which was kind of unnerving if she thought about it too much. This body might have belonged to a young woman who hadn't asked to be replaced -- or it might not have, and Katherine Jackson might have been entirely a flight of fancy, but either way, it wasn't her body.

Maybe tonight they'd find out more. She'd hoped Okita still had Homura's key; now she knew he did, and she wanted to get a better look at that room.

Which meant there was no time to waste. She was packed by the time the intercom switched on, and out the door as soon as it opened.

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[a_sin_for_him]

So that had been a day in this place. It had been...informative, she supposed.

At least she had time to set her thoughts in order and accept the simple fact: this was not her world. She had denied the possibility when Guy first told her, but the more she saw and the more she spoke to others the more clear it became.

That was that, then. She could forge a life in this world as well as she could in the one she'd been born to. And if this place could alter people, take them and keep them and make them different, then this place could complete the process it had begun. It could make her human.

Or someone else here could.

If that was still the only thing left to her, so be it. Lust had given up on tears after her master had re-captured her. There was nothing back in Amestris for her, not really. Scar was dead, she was a traitor, and her goal would never be realized. She would simply work towards it here. Find companions, gather knowledge...she knew how to play this game.

What surprised her, however, was discovering her own familiar clothing in the closet following dinner. She had wanted the military coat, but found her dress hanging from a hanger. Her boots rested beneath.

No, she thought to herself as she slipped out of the grey uniform and into her familiar garments. Nothing's really changed at all.

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The reality of the situation was this: she was lazy. Okay, give her a break, she couldn't help that she had her off days and her off days included being caught in a crazy mental asylum with a guy with creepy as hell warnings. And she hadn't even gotten there. If anyone asked her why she was lazy, she wouldn't tell them it was because it was creepy. But once upon a time, she had a horrible thing happen in a Walmart and her new outfit gave her terrible PTSD.

The thing was, Ramona wouldn't be surprised if such a thing could actually happen in her life. She just wished it happened to Sneaky Dee's before they went there for the billionth time just so Scott and his friends could scribble on the bathroom walls. Again. Would that dive have been such a terrible sacrifice for the greater good and an interesting anecdote?

Then again, she could say the same about this place.

Ramona sighed as she rolled herself out of bed. Mr. Booming Voice Over the Intercom had one thing right about the turkey, but she dragged herself toward her things to check them out. She could do the small talk chat with her roommate, and even considered it, but she saw a familiar set of clothing in her closet. At least this wouldn't give her potential set backs, only she realized she wouldn't get a new set every night. (That was a set back. But one she figured she'd have to deal with.)

Without hesitating, she dragged on her clothes, grabbed her flashlight and baseball bat, and headed out.

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[a_sin_for_him]

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