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damned_institute2012-07-19 01:40 am
envy_the_sinners) wrote in damned_institute2012-07-19 01:40 am
DAY 65: Breakfast
Scar came to slowly, vision blurred and head throbbing. His memory of the previous night was vague and somewhat scattered. What he was most aware of was his renewed and increased hatred for the man called Lingormr. The Ishbalan didn't give a damn if he had been a special counseling patient. That bastard had enjoyed every second of tearing Scar to shreds. What he may or may not have realized was how much it had affected Scar emotionally. He had felt a renewed sense of drive at the start of the night; the disruption on the intercom and the news of the 'cure' had rekindled a fire that fueled Scar to drive forward. To have a little hope.
Lingormr had promptly crushed that.
He was in pain. So much pain. The cut on his hand was only fading scab at this point, but stitches now pulled at the deep gashes in his legs and back. Not only had the nausea not settled, but his stomach was beginning to cramp. The rash on his arm was impossible to hide without the old bandages covering it. It had nearly reached his elbow.
Scar's hazy eyes could make out the nurse, now pushing a wheelchair up to his bedside. This was humiliating. And he was too exhausted and hurting to lash out or become angry. He was just broken. He still tried to take some sort of grudging control, insisting that he didn't need to be pushed around, that he could at least turn the wheels of the damned chair himself. But he didn't make it down the hallway before the pulling and sharp pain in his back became so obvious on his face that the nurse took over.
He entered breakfast with a frustrated, tired, but overall defeated look to him. Scar felt too sick to eat. He sat at the table and brooded, wishing more than anything to simply be left alone.
[For Goku!]
Lingormr had promptly crushed that.
He was in pain. So much pain. The cut on his hand was only fading scab at this point, but stitches now pulled at the deep gashes in his legs and back. Not only had the nausea not settled, but his stomach was beginning to cramp. The rash on his arm was impossible to hide without the old bandages covering it. It had nearly reached his elbow.
Scar's hazy eyes could make out the nurse, now pushing a wheelchair up to his bedside. This was humiliating. And he was too exhausted and hurting to lash out or become angry. He was just broken. He still tried to take some sort of grudging control, insisting that he didn't need to be pushed around, that he could at least turn the wheels of the damned chair himself. But he didn't make it down the hallway before the pulling and sharp pain in his back became so obvious on his face that the nurse took over.
He entered breakfast with a frustrated, tired, but overall defeated look to him. Scar felt too sick to eat. He sat at the table and brooded, wishing more than anything to simply be left alone.
[For Goku!]
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“What do you mean, never mind? You’re going to ask something weird like that and then just drop it?” Rita demanded, a flicker of annoyance returning to her face.
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"All right, then," he relented, leaning forward over his forgotten french toast once more. "I didn't die when I was supposed to. Something went wrong, and I... came back, with the unfortunate side effect of my body already being reduced to bones. I thought you might know something that could hint at the cause, but that doesn't look like the case."
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Rita furrowed her brow, trying to process what the man was saying, but… “Th-that’s ridiculous! You’re trying to say you were some kind of… undead skeleton?” She stuttered a bit as she voiced her doubt; her shoulders were tense and she had goosebumps just from thinking about it. But it wasn’t because she found his story disturbing or even scary – not a chance!
“How gullible do you think I look? There’s no way…” Damn it. Between this and that corpse-like girl from last night, Rita couldn’t take much more of these seemingly-supernatural phenomena. ‘Seemingly,’ because supernatural things weren’t real. Absolutely not.
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Skulduggery was used to a whole host of reactions upon being introduced into the world of magic, but skepticism was not one of them. Not as a talking skeleton, when you had all of the proof right there at your fingertips. Sure, there were some who believed they'd gone insane, but that wasn't quite the same thing. Faced with such adamant denial, Skulduggery could do little other than shrug. "You don't look particularly gullible," he replied evenly. "You asked. I answered. That's it."