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] a-spider-can.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
Why did Eddie care so much, anyway? Then again, Peter had been the one who'd decided to tell him about it, so it was only natural that the other man would be curious about it. He might even have something of an idea of who the guy was, so he might as well answer the question.

"Uhh, a little on the short side, but pretty big. Kind of... hairy..." Okay, this wasn't working so well. Maybe he could pick him out? He was sort of distinct as far as his features went. It wasn't exactly easy to see over all the tables, so Peter stood up and tried to be as discreet as possible about scanning the cafeteria for the man in question.

It didn't take all that long to find him, luckily. He was talking to someone else, so hopefully he wouldn't notice. "He's over there," he said with a small tilt of his head, resisting the urge to point. With any luck, Eddie would spot the guy just based off of that and they wouldn't draw any attention to themselves.