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damned_institute2012-03-07 10:23 pm
ninelivesonce) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-07 10:23 pm
Day 62: Recreation Field (3rd Shift)
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!]
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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They had so few sources of information; talking to traitors wasn't always a bad idea, and Taura had never quite brought herself around to trusting the stories about Marc like others had. "Leaving Aguilar in might have been worse. I don't know. They're playing some sort of game, and they're doing it in plain sight."
That was the biggest question, really -- why let the prisoners know what was going on at all? It could be just that all of them liked to hear themselves talk, but, if it were, none of them were very smart. And they'd done too well for themselves to be that dumb.
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Another laugh. "Well, if you're the spider in the outhouse, it doesn't matter too much who's shitting on you. But the radio guy ain't in here with us."
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The intercom blared on, the speakers carrying across the field well enough. Someone sounded a little rattled, though it could be just another act. Taura climbed to her feet and brushed off her sweats. "Good meeting you," she added.
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