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.

[identity profile] heirloomtea.livejournal.com 2007-08-15 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"I actually woke up during the night here," said Chloe. "And yes, I've been made aware of what goes on."

The garlic bread was good. Actually, it was really good. Before she knew it, she'd finished eating it. She took another sip of water.

[identity profile] transgenix.livejournal.com 2007-08-15 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, there wasn't much Max could add to that really, so she nodded in acknowledgment and finished her own spaghetti in silence. Munching on the last of her garlinc bread, she turned to the girl with a crooked half-smile. She didn't even know her name, but she looked as if she wasn't really up for company anyway.

"I'm going to go grab some dessert," she spoke one last time, getting up from her chair and tucking her hair behind one ear. "I'll catch you around, yeah?"

Giving a little wave, she slipped back towards the food bar to see if there was anything more to eat.

[identity profile] transgenix.livejournal.com 2007-08-15 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
(Going here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/177215.html?thread=12057919#t12057919))