Day 62: Recreation Field (3rd Shift)

[ninelivesonce]

Being predictable was a liability, at least in enemy territory. And there wasn't anywhere in the Institute that wasn't definitely Enemy Territory. But there was also only one place on the grounds Taura could really stretch her legs and get a workout in, at least during the day, and so she headed up the hall and out onto the field as soon as she'd collected her lunch.

She didn't bother getting out any of the equipment; instead, after a few laps of the field, she found a sunny, dry patch of grass and alternated stretches with bites of her sandwich.

She hadn't seen any evidence of illness, and the Head Doctor hadn't mentioned it after this morning. That was odd. He'd seemed so excited about it -- and, if it was the same thing he'd been whispering about as they'd fallen asleep, it was one of his Big Plans -- so why drop it? She was being predictable, out here in the still-chilly air, so why wasn't he? Come now, Landel, didn't anyone ever tell you it was rude to disappoint your guests? The corner of her mouth twitched, as she dropped into a backbend and ate the second half of her sandwich in two bites, upside-down.

[free!]

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[tender_cruelty]

Allelujah just stared for a moment at the somewhat savage expression on Badou's face. "Uh..." Had badou just threatened him? Yes, yes he had. "You'd beat up an injured man? ...not that I'm injured yet but potentially and..." Badou did realise that Allelujah was probably going to ignore him and go out anyway, right?

"I would but the nurses confiscated the markers and I'm not sure ball point would do the job."

[strayfag]

"Well, let's face it, that's about the only time I could actually beat you up. Maybe. Kinda." Yeah, he was going to leave that train of thought before the weeping remains of his awesome and threatening masculinity were completely drowned out by reality. He could handle himself just fine, but he was no super soldier. Still... Badou raised his eyebrows, totally unimpressed with Alle's ability to lie through his teeth. "Just think of it as incentive to not get injured when you ignore me and go out tonight anyway. What do you have to accomplish so bad?"

He rolled his eye, and maybe shuffled a little to the right, because having someone write on your ass in ballpoint pen was one of those experiences you only needed to have once. Preferably negative once.

[tender_cruelty]

Allelujah thought about that and then nodded. "True." He wasn't attempting to be cruel or dismissive of Badou's abilities, but they'd both know that he was lying if he tried to insist otherwise. To be fair, his teammates probably wouldn't be able to stand up to him in a physical fight.

He smiled awkwardly, trying for innocent but somehow failing. They both knew that he wasn't planning on staying put. "Anything," he said, a touch of bitterness entering his voice. He'd be happy to accomplish anything right now.