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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] see_my_back 2012-03-13 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[IT'S OK WE ARE ALL THE FAIL EVER TOGETHER! ;A;9]

Though it was subtle, Sakura wasn't so distracted that she missed the bit of annoyance in his voice. While her initial reaction was guilt that she'd failed in her duties, it was kind of nice to know she'd been missed. Whether that was good or bad remained to be seen.

"I'm sorry. I know that I- well- I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe they've been drugging my food, I can't tell, but I haven't been able to wake up at night. Sometimes even in the daytime too," she stammered at first, remembering that he'd asked her a question and it required an explanation. If she had more courage, she might even ask him to pick her up at her room next time, just to check and see if the sleep could be analyzed, but she left that much alone.

"I'll skip it tonight, don't worry. I'm sure that's all it is. Maybe it just meant that... that we've been getting closer to the things they don't want us to know?"
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[personal profile] firewhichrefines 2012-03-26 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
If Sasuke hadn't wished with even more fervency to know what was wrong, he might have remained more irritated with Sakura. As it were, however ... as it were, he knew too intimately the confusion of time slipping away, darkness replacing swathes of opportunity and a shinobi's discomfort at being so unaware.

"Unless they've changed the food or are drugging it at random, it can't be the food," he said in reply to her theory, brow furrowing more deeply. "The sleep is too inconsistent for it to be worth starving yourself."

Not that it mattered whether Sakura chose to eat or not, per se, except in the sense that she was an ally Sasuke preferred not to have at diminished strength. That was only further proven at her next guess, which earned a more contemplative frown. "The basement?"