http://right-handed.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] right-handed.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-08-14 12:56 am

Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

Scar felt cold and sick, though more the latter than the former. As he rose from his bed, he didn't quite know which way was up, and the artificial light coming from overhead seemed as hot and as blinding as the Ishbal sun.

His head hurt, but that was nothing new. After all, the last thing he remembered from the night before was fighting a homunculus off of Lust and then having a conversation about events best left forgotten. The man hadn't been his brother. He just hadn't. And if what Lust had said they'd done to her was true...

Scar stood with shakiness that he wanted to attribute more to a bizarrely weakened physical state than a mental one. Had he been knocked out by some kind of lurking monster before the morning had come? He felt as if he had been out for days, being a veteran of such circumstances, though as he took the practiced role of being an obedient follower behind the nurse and orderlies that came for him, it didn't seem as if much had changed.

This place was probably just playing tricks on him again, and he was tired of being the man left out of the loop. He grabbed some food he didn't really care for and sat down, not seeing anyone he knew already seated. On one hand, he wished he had someone to talk to, and on the other, it scared him that he was no longer used to being alone.

He dug his fork into his food and tried to block out any related thought.
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[personal profile] nobleman 2007-08-17 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The fact that Claude was so laid back about it was a little surprising. He seemed confident with himself, but he also had a point. With the amount of people stuck in this place, it wasn't exactly hard to run into someone you could spend the night with. Not everyone was able to make plans - in fact, he still had to worry about that himself. Luke had mentioned meeting up, but they didn't know each other's room numbers. And there was Peony to consider, but Jade probably had a hold on that situation. Or so he hoped.

Guy was almost tempted to offer to go along with the other blond. He was looking for a weapon, too, after all (or the means to get one, at least), so they would probably be heading to the same places. Still, he had his friends to consider - it wouldn't be very right for him to run off with someone he'd just met when he had people counting on him.

"Oh, it's amazing. I mean, it had sort of being my dream to fly one. I'm really into fontech..." He paused for a moment, wondering if Claude would even know what that was. It didn't seem like this planet had fonons, so probably not. "Well, just technology and that sort of thing. So to have that breakthrough during my lifetime..." His face had lit up more than it had during the rest of the conversation. Too bad no one was around to tease him about his obsession.

Then the intercom went off and seemed to drag Guy back to reality. "Well, looks like lunch is over." He quickly ate a few more bites of his food, as the conversation had distracted him from it. "It was nice talking to you, Claude," he said with a smile as he stood from his seat.

[identity profile] full-score.livejournal.com 2007-08-18 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Claude wasn't really sure what "fontech" meant, but it didn't take a genius to figure out it was some sort of technological-based term. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if it was any different from the kinds of things he was used to. Maybe it was something to look into later.

Either way, it was nice to see how happy Guy seemed when talking about this sort of thing. Claude was glad to know that, despite how crazy this place was, it was still possible to have a normal conversation with good, decent people.

He wanted to tell the other blond that it was very well possible he'd see even greater breakthroughs in his lifetime, especially since they'd already developed airships. After all, space travel had to come around sometime, right? But then the intercom sounded, and it looked like lunchtime was over.

"It was nice talking to you, too, Guy," Claude replied with a genuine smile of his own. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

It was then that he realized he should have asked if he could have accompanied him tonight. After all, neither of them were armed. But with the next shift about to start, it seemed rude to spring it up on him at the last minute like that. Besides, if Guy hadn't asked, it was likely he'd had plans of his own anyway.

So, instead, Claude stood up from his own seat and proceeded to follow the other captives out of the cafeteria. He'd find someone else later. Probably.