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.
thesadist: (Daemon - Faint Amusement)

[personal profile] thesadist 2007-08-18 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're welcome," Daemon answered with a quiet smile, watching her rise and the nurse approach - though he spared her no welcome. "If I don't see you before, be careful tonight. Will you be alright?"

[identity profile] theycutitout.livejournal.com 2007-08-18 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"I always look where I step, so you should be sure to do so yourself. Quite a few holes in the foundation here when the dark comes," River replied in her typically cryptic fashion. "Was going to flit about the darkness, see if I can dance with it. If you need someone to take care of you, just let me know. Pudding's enough of a payment for the services."

And with that, and the nurse's urging that she needed to stop delaying her cleansing, River was whisked away.