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damned_institute2012-02-28 09:56 pm
baniichan) wrote in damned_institute2012-02-28 09:56 pm
Day 62: Breakfast
A misplaced sense of familiarity met Barnaby the moment he opened his eyes, and the sight of the blank, white ceiling from yesterday morning greeted him. After rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, Barnaby sat up and felt around for his glasses. Had he blacked out again and wasted an entire night? Where was Kotetsu? And what had become of the man who had seemingly vanished before his very eyes at the end of dinner?
Once Barnaby slipped his frames onto his face, the world came into clearer focus, even if he didn’t get any answers out of it. He was in his room, and someone had apparently stripped him out of his street clothes in favor of the hideous hospital pajamas. Barnaby wasn't sure what he found more offensive -- that someone here had once again touched his things without his permission, or that he’d been undressed while unconscious for the second time since his arrival.
The thought made his skin crawl.
Just as he looked over to find a lump in the bed next to him, though, his assigned nurse came to retrieve him. He would have to confirm Klavier Gavin's whereabouts later. For now, he had no choice but to allow the nurse to escort him into the cafeteria. Strangely, she seemed to be under the impression that he and the other patients had slept soundly the whole night. While he might have assumed it was an act, Barnaby got the feeling that she genuinely believed what she was saying.
Regardless of her intentions, he knew she wasn't going to be any help. Instead of trying to ask her anymore questions, Barnaby left a note on the bulletin board concerning his roommate. If his observations from yesterday were any indication, he'd get some responses, at least. While he could have taken the time to leave something for Kotetsu, Barnaby didn't feel inclined to do so, especially when he knew he probably wouldn't check the board anyway.
He had no appetite this morning, but his nurse wouldn't leave him alone until she'd assembled a tray of fresh, fluffy pancakes for him. Honestly, Barnaby didn't see why some people felt the need to butt into his personal choices like this. At least there wasn't anyone forcing him to eat -- for now, at any rate. He sat down at an empty table close to the wall after setting his food down, privately hoping that she wouldn't try to find a "friend" for him to eat with this morning. He was tucked out of the way, so maybe she would forget about him for a few minutes as long as he didn't draw any unnecessary attention to himself.
Hands neatly clasped on the table, Barnaby didn't look at anyone in particular as patients filtered into the cafeteria for their morning meal. There were too many questions buzzing in his mind for him to focus on the names and faces of people he didn't care about. If Kotetsu wanted to find him, he could. It wasn't like Barnaby was going anywhere.
[For Kotetsu.]
Once Barnaby slipped his frames onto his face, the world came into clearer focus, even if he didn’t get any answers out of it. He was in his room, and someone had apparently stripped him out of his street clothes in favor of the hideous hospital pajamas. Barnaby wasn't sure what he found more offensive -- that someone here had once again touched his things without his permission, or that he’d been undressed while unconscious for the second time since his arrival.
The thought made his skin crawl.
Just as he looked over to find a lump in the bed next to him, though, his assigned nurse came to retrieve him. He would have to confirm Klavier Gavin's whereabouts later. For now, he had no choice but to allow the nurse to escort him into the cafeteria. Strangely, she seemed to be under the impression that he and the other patients had slept soundly the whole night. While he might have assumed it was an act, Barnaby got the feeling that she genuinely believed what she was saying.
Regardless of her intentions, he knew she wasn't going to be any help. Instead of trying to ask her anymore questions, Barnaby left a note on the bulletin board concerning his roommate. If his observations from yesterday were any indication, he'd get some responses, at least. While he could have taken the time to leave something for Kotetsu, Barnaby didn't feel inclined to do so, especially when he knew he probably wouldn't check the board anyway.
He had no appetite this morning, but his nurse wouldn't leave him alone until she'd assembled a tray of fresh, fluffy pancakes for him. Honestly, Barnaby didn't see why some people felt the need to butt into his personal choices like this. At least there wasn't anyone forcing him to eat -- for now, at any rate. He sat down at an empty table close to the wall after setting his food down, privately hoping that she wouldn't try to find a "friend" for him to eat with this morning. He was tucked out of the way, so maybe she would forget about him for a few minutes as long as he didn't draw any unnecessary attention to himself.
Hands neatly clasped on the table, Barnaby didn't look at anyone in particular as patients filtered into the cafeteria for their morning meal. There were too many questions buzzing in his mind for him to focus on the names and faces of people he didn't care about. If Kotetsu wanted to find him, he could. It wasn't like Barnaby was going anywhere.
[For Kotetsu.]
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He was hazy on the details, but he knew he'd liked the sounds he'd heard, at least. It was all growl and thrash, which was definitely his style.
/so sorry, but I have to get this in...
Brook was always excited to learn new kinds of music, especially here. More songs would mean he'd have a better way of coping with the difficulties this place brought, and better still was that he'd know music from other worlds by the time he returned back home! He could bet there were not many musicians who would be able to claim as much.
"Electricity?" Brook repeated before giving a small laugh, "I don't know so much about that, but it sounds interesting! Ah, excuse me..." he finished suddenly before his reason for needing excused sounded by way of a rather loud fart.
Re: /so sorry, but I have to get this in...
"I don't know much about electricity either," Renji shrugged. "Just that it's like lightning? It's really a thing that got going way after I died, and I'm not a science guy."
At the thunderous fart, Renji just stared at Brook for a moment, trying to decide how he should react to that. It wasn't like Shinigami didn't like belch or fart and shit, but... that had been impressive. Finally he shrugged and applauded.
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And though he had excused himself, Brook had been expecting something much different from applause from his new acquaintance. He was so used to getting beaten and yelled at for his body functions by the more volatile of his crew, but having someone he'd just met give praise? Well, he might as well oblige.
"Ah, you liked that? Then excuse me once more, if you would?" he chuckled next before belching just as loudly, and actually trying this time to let it last.
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And then Brook belched. Renji couldn't help it; he busted out laughing again, particularly when one of the nurses gave them a look. Yes, it was childish, but he didn't even care. It was hilarious, and it felt good to laugh.
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When he got Renji laughing again, Brook could not help but join him once he was unable to hold the belch any longer. A good number of his current crew-mates might have taken issue with such things, but back in the Rumbar Pirates he'd been able to laugh over bodily functions rather than fear getting harmed for them.
Childish actions were never wrong if it caused laughter, even for just one person. The nurses didn't know what they were missing!
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Renji finally stopped laughing when he just ran out of air and couldn't gasp enough back in to keep going. He fell back in his seat, wiping at his eyes. "Shit, man. Just... shit."