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Barnaby Brooks Jr. [Bunny] ([personal profile] baniichan) wrote in [community profile] 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.]
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[personal profile] a_sin_for_him 2012-03-07 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've always eaten food but I've never needed it before now," the homunculus admitted. "I just like the sensation of taste. And it puts humans at ease. They can't tell I'm not one of them and it always made sense to do the things they did."

That was what it really came down to, didn't it? So much time doing what she thought humans did, and expecting that to be the sum of humanity. All she did was mimic, it didn't really mean anything. She stabbed at her breakfast, frowning slightly as she was unable to stop the thoughts from gathering. And building.
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[personal profile] not_heavens_adam 2012-03-08 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
"To blend in. To Survive." He could understand that. How many years had he been 'Johnny Rayflo, age 40' living in an apartment with 'Charley Chrishunds, age 28?' The things creatures had to do to survive amongst humans...the names he'd had to take on, the number of times he'd erased any trace of himself from a place before moving on...it was hard to imagine a life where that wasn't a necessity to survive.

And yet, here...here he was normal. Average. Common. It reminded him of the time when he'd taken on the name 'pigeon' just to have some semblance of normalcy while he advertised himself as a vampire. Just to survive.