damned_institute | 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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As Ginji went back to his plate, Kyon tried giving the pasta another shot. He looked at it for a second before taking the damned utensil known as a fork and began to chop up the noodles. Then he scooped them up and ate them with a little bit more ease. Eh, it was progress.

Looking up at the question he nodded before swallowing what he had in his mouth. "Yeah, theres one. Apperently she's been here a few days ...which didn't make sense because I swear I saw her yesterday, but ...time seems not to follow any kind of logical route here." He bit his fork lightly as he rambled.

He looked back at him after a moment and said, "It sucks that you're alone, but, someone told me that it would be better to not see as many of your friends here as possible," before giving him a small shrug. "Personally, I pray for the nurses that have to deal with the one I'm here with."

Ginji had to think about that. He missed Ban, more than he could say, but would seeing him here made the situation any better? He would have his partner, but his partner would be here.

"Heh," he said with a small smile, thinking about that too much. "I bet if Ban-chan were here he would try to either kill the nurses or grope them."

He smiled a bit and took another bite of his pasta. "Actually, I think she might do the same." He paused considering his words, before correcting himself, "I mean the groping part. Not the killing part."

He actually wanted to ask Haruhi if she'd tried doing anything to the nurses since she'd been here. Though, a question like that would have probably warrented him a stiff 'idiot' and a penalty. God knows what she could do in this place.

Ginji chuckled. "Well most of them aren't my type," he joked. "At least not the older ones." He didn't seem to care that Kyon had just mentioned a woman groping another woman, in fact he seemed to have overlooked or not registered the wording at all.

Kyon was only moderatly surprized that he didn't react to Haruhi groping other girls. He was so used to they erratic way she acted. Though, he probably thought Haruhi was some kind of perverted skirt chaser. It wasn't the case, she just had a way of appreciating other womens ascets.

"None of them are my type so long as they keep calling me Jack," he grumbled, "Do I look like a Jack?"

"No, you do not look like a Jack." Ginji said after considering Kyon for a moment. "Do I look like a Greg?" he asked, with a small smile. "Or Gregory, but I think Greg is just the short version of Gregory..." Ginji pondered that for a moment. "At least I got to keep the 'G'," he added, though mostly to himself.

Kyon looked at him and shook his head. "No, not really. Though I'm not much of an authority on western names." That was another thing he had thought was wierd. He was clearly not western, so why use such a fake name? The least they could have called him was something Japanese.

"Me either," the blond said with a shrug. Then his expression got a little more serious. Ginji looked at Kyon for a moment. "So..." he said, frowning slightly. "As anyone told you about the visitors or the fact that this place can brainwash people." He didn't want to scare Kyon, but he wanted to make sure that his new friend was prepared for what they had here.

During Ginji's first night the doctors had taken him and performed experiments on him that had been horrific and scary. He didn't want other people to go through that, yet he knew from the intercom that they were. That the doctors behind this place loved to mess with people and to hurt them. Ginji knew that he had to do something about it, but he also couldn't help but feel useless with his injuries.

At least he could warn people, so that way they could be as prepared as possible.

"Visitors?" Kyon asked curiously. Set down his fork and looked at him. No, he hadn't heard much about any visitors from anyone. Who were they supposed to be?

The brainwashing was new, too. Though, he wasn't surprised. The place screamed brainwashing from what he'd seen so far. The nurses were a good example, they either weren't human or they were being made to act like they did. The fact that patients were being taken away to be experiemented on told him that brainwashing could easily be done here.

He shuddered at the thought of what they could have done to that red-haired girl he saw last night.

Ginji put down his fork and looked at Kyon very seriously.

"Sometimes, this place steals people and makes them turn on us, even people that we think are our friends. And they can make you do it too, even if you don't want. Other times, they bring people that we knew before and they tell us that the story we get here during the day is true." He paused and looked extremely sad for a moment. "They brought my mother here."

For Ginji this was even worse because he had grown up wishing more than anything that he could meet her. Now, he finally had and had finally seen what she looked like and it had been in this place, with her brainwashed into thinking that he really was Gregory and that he belonged in this place. He had to get her back from them.

Well, this was some interesting bits of information. The people he was with the night before hadn't said anything like that (though they were in a bit of a rush) and Haruhi either didn't know, or didn't care. The part about the visitors particularly disturbed him. They kidnapped people in his family to try and convince him he was really nuts?

"...What if they're fakes?" Kyon asked, trying not to appear as unsettled as he was.

Ginji shrugged. "I guess that's possible. I just had a feeling like it was my mother, though, and the bad doctor guy made hints that they went through the same things we are going through now." He frowned at the thought. "Maybe that's why we're here."

Kyon really didn't want to think about it anymore. He really didn't want to be here long enough for him to have to see his parents walk in here and tell him he was nuts; he was proud of himself for his lack of insanity since he started high school. It would be a kick in the face to get this far and hear it here.

He looked down at his plate and found it empty. Shifting and standing up he gave his new friend a wary look. "It was nice to meet you, Ginji-san." He really couldn't think of a good excuse to leave him with, but, he needed to think.

He gave him a small nod and stepped away from the table.

Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

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