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damned_institute2012-09-24 12:56 pm
knightspirit) wrote in damned_institute2012-09-24 12:56 pm
Entry tags:
- albedo,
- doctor facilier,
- flora,
- gabriel,
- karkat,
- kratos,
- leanne,
- lloyd,
- nigredo,
- orihime,
- riley,
- scar (tlk),
- sechs,
- skulduggery,
- sora,
- the once-ler,
- tsurugi,
- zero
Day 66: Game Room (Fourth Shift)
The game room, huh... In normal, everyday life, it wouldn't have sounded too terrible, but as things were, it seemed like more of an annoyance. Games were fine, but priorities.... On the other hand, Kyousuke seemed to have hit a block in figuring out the clues to the the illness, and just thinking without getting anywhere wasn't very productive, either. At this point, it may have been best to push it aside and come back to it fresh. He had his reservations about it, especially since the end of the day was rapidly approaching, but... Frustration wasn't going to get him any closer.
He poked around what games were there with resignation, still half wondering what he was even doing and trying not feel guilty for needing a break. After a while he came across an electronic device marked "Game Boy Color" and picked it up out of curiosity. He'd heard of those before... If he was right, this thing was older than he was, by quite a bit. Flicking it on confirmed his suspicions; the sound and graphics from it spoke for themselves.
Shrugging, he took it a random seat, wincing at the pain in his ribs as he sat down. He guessed it wouldn't kill him to mess around with this thing for a little while.
[Lloyd!]
He poked around what games were there with resignation, still half wondering what he was even doing and trying not feel guilty for needing a break. After a while he came across an electronic device marked "Game Boy Color" and picked it up out of curiosity. He'd heard of those before... If he was right, this thing was older than he was, by quite a bit. Flicking it on confirmed his suspicions; the sound and graphics from it spoke for themselves.
Shrugging, he took it a random seat, wincing at the pain in his ribs as he sat down. He guessed it wouldn't kill him to mess around with this thing for a little while.
[Lloyd!]
Late tag is really late, I'm sorry.
The Ishbalan did not dwell on the fact that, in the end, Kimbley had won anyway. He couldn't bear to add it to everything else that was piling up.
"These circumstances are preferable to the ones I come from." He had a real bed. Constant food. Compared to the poverty he was used to, this was a damn good deal. Scar liked to think that he could handle the monsters and madmen.