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damned_institute2013-04-09 10:34 pm
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Dayshift 70: Bus 1
Soushi startled awake, and in a panic felt around the blankets and sheets. Ririchiyo's photograph. Where was it? He remembered to breathe a moment later when he found the photo, stuck between the sheets along with the bag he'd found in his box of supposed belongings. Now that it was daytime, it was easier to see the picture; Ririchiyo's cute round cheeks, her long hair, the soft pout of her lips, there was no mistaking it for a fraud. But why then, didn't he recognize when the photo had been taken or the outfit she was wearing? There were none like it in his collection, and he was sure he knew most of what was in her closet...
He tucked the scrap into his shirt when the radio came to life. Doyleton? They were taking a trip? Soushi was sorely tempted to look through the bag, now that he could see it, but if the staff here saw it, wouldn't they confiscate it? Rather than take the chance, he stuffed the bag back under his mattress, keeping the single photograph with him as the nurse opened the door to greet him.
While the clothing was much more acceptable than the pajamas they were usually assigned, the jeans were a little too big, but luckily included a belt. The plaid shirt was like nothing in his previous wardrobe, but at least it had a pocket on the chest, which he slipped the photograph into as he turned his back on the nurse to dress. He was accustomed to wearing what he was told, and managed to make even the jeans and patterned shirt look somewhat natural. Last, he was given a jacket, tan in color(though there were a few stubborn stains here and there), with buttons running down the front.
Once he was dressed and ready to go, he was led outside to the buses. It was strange being outside the institution like this. It certainly gave the illusion of freedom. How did they manage to control so many patients on a trip such as this? Surely, he wanted to believe, they wouldn't notice one missing. Not until the end of the day, at least. Did they take attendance?
Though if it were that simple, other patients would have made their escape by now. And of all those he'd spoken with, not one could cite a patient that had successfully escaped. The goal, he reminded himself, was not to escape at all, but to find his master and make certain she was safe. If escape was a key factor in determining that, so be it, but he'd yet to find proof of where to even begin his search for the girl. The notebook might have something more to it, but now it was out of reach. He resigned himself to the bus, accepting the bagged breakfast with a smile.
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He tucked the scrap into his shirt when the radio came to life. Doyleton? They were taking a trip? Soushi was sorely tempted to look through the bag, now that he could see it, but if the staff here saw it, wouldn't they confiscate it? Rather than take the chance, he stuffed the bag back under his mattress, keeping the single photograph with him as the nurse opened the door to greet him.
While the clothing was much more acceptable than the pajamas they were usually assigned, the jeans were a little too big, but luckily included a belt. The plaid shirt was like nothing in his previous wardrobe, but at least it had a pocket on the chest, which he slipped the photograph into as he turned his back on the nurse to dress. He was accustomed to wearing what he was told, and managed to make even the jeans and patterned shirt look somewhat natural. Last, he was given a jacket, tan in color(though there were a few stubborn stains here and there), with buttons running down the front.
Once he was dressed and ready to go, he was led outside to the buses. It was strange being outside the institution like this. It certainly gave the illusion of freedom. How did they manage to control so many patients on a trip such as this? Surely, he wanted to believe, they wouldn't notice one missing. Not until the end of the day, at least. Did they take attendance?
Though if it were that simple, other patients would have made their escape by now. And of all those he'd spoken with, not one could cite a patient that had successfully escaped. The goal, he reminded himself, was not to escape at all, but to find his master and make certain she was safe. If escape was a key factor in determining that, so be it, but he'd yet to find proof of where to even begin his search for the girl. The notebook might have something more to it, but now it was out of reach. He resigned himself to the bus, accepting the bagged breakfast with a smile.
[Loki]
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For a moment she was content to lie in bed, but she kept expecting to see her breath puffing out in front of her, and after a moment she shut her eyes and rolled into a sitting position, exhaling slowly. It was ridiculous and paranoid to assume there was some kind of pattern behind all this, but that didn't change the fact that she'd been dropped unceremoniously into freezing water twice in the last three days, and it was getting old fast.
Compared to that memory, it was positively warm outside, and she lingered for a moment in the parking lot before she boarded. It would be good to get out in the sun again, and she'd made enough trips to Doyleton to accept the garish pink sweater and ill-fitting sneakers with little more than a dubious stare.
Her nurse herded her onto the bus nearest the door. Lingormr was nowhere in sight--that was annoying, she'd wanted to check on him first and foremost--but at least there were plenty of empty seats.
She paused beside a patient who looked about her age. It wasn't often she saw someone who was even shorter than she was.
"Is this seat taken?"
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Then he started eating his food. "I wish they gave us more," he said between bites.
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"I'm Soma, by the way. Soma Peries." She glanced at him, frowning thoughtfully. "You've been here for a while, right? I think I've seen you around before."
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He made short work of his muffin before remembering to introduce himself. "Oh yeah. My name's Edward Elric. Just Ed's fine though."
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She paused to swallow a bite of her own muffin before answering. "It's nice to meet you, Ed, although I wish it were under better circumstances. I guess someone's already given you the standard introduction?"
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He looked out the window and frowned slightly at the nurses. "How close an eye do they keep on us in town?"
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She shut the book and glanced at him. "Try to be have something to defend yourself with before late afternoon. There's no guarantee we'll make it back before nightfall, and you don't want to be here without a weapon if that happens."
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He ripped open the wrapper for the granola bar. "Any chance of slipping away in town?"
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She shook her head as she finished off her muffin. "You could probably evade the nurses all day--they don't try too hard to keep an eye on you--but if you're actually looking to escape, I wouldn't recommend it. The town's just as dangerous as the institute at night, and you'll only wind up back at the institute when morning comes, as usual."
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He made a face at the prospect of not actually being able to get away. "Great. I wonder how far away you have to go to avoid ending up back here."
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She frowned a little. "More than we can travel in a night, that's for certain. Then again, if anyone managed to escape just by running, it's not like we'd hear about it. Nobody's tried to reestablish contact afterward, as far as I know."
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She thought for a moment before she spoke again. "Do you think you might ever take commissions, once you have your limits figured out? I know a lot of patients would be willing to trade you things in exchange for even simple weapons."
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