Day 27: Lunch

[norainu]

Renji wasn't so certain what this grilled cheese thing was all about, but he liked the sound of some soup. Even if it was strange western soup, well... there wasn't anything bad people could do to soup, in his experience. His good mood was starting to fray at the edges, a little, from the strain of dealing with the Ichimaru issue, and even more from what had been on the bulletin board earlier.

He'd never had difficulty simply writing something before. But...

He shook his head as he entered the line. He didn't want to think about it. He wanted to hold on to the tenuous equilibrium he'd managed to find.

Renji got himself a large bowl of soup, water, and even one of those sandwiches, just to try it. Old habit, recently awakened, had him over to one side of the cafeteria, where the fewest people possible would have the chance to pass behind him. He sat there with his back toward the wall and started eating.

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[thehellismycar.livejournal.com]

Dayshift was different where it concerned time restrictions, and he was positive lunch shift was due to end pretty soon. He straightened for a moment, digesting her reply. Saya-neesama... sounded Japanese or something. He could ask about them later. The basis of his main concentration was what mattered for the remainder of this shift.

"OK. Diva," he caught a glimpse of her, then shifted his attention to their surroundings. "Bein' new's tough, 'specially when you've gotta go at it alone." He had to arrange this proposal in terms she would understand. This wasn't a child he was addressing, but a permanently damaged catalyst. "So how about it?" He waited a second, nodding his head as he thought it through himself. When he again rested his gaze on her, the look could've almost given away his fiery idea:

She was a lead. This announced the beginning of a new-fangled strategy.

"Wouldn't say I know this place like the back o' my hand just yet, but I've got experience with this kind o' thing. You want I'll meet you at the front of the F block, tonight? Very start o' nightshift?"

[roses-bleues.livejournal.com]

This was sort of fun! But she had a headache creeping up on her, with sticky fingers crawling along her temples. Drugs. Drugs made her feel yucky, unless Amshel was very, very sure it was suited for pure Chiropteran blood.

But Diva wasn't stupid. Despite it all, she could tell when someone wanted to use her. There was that look in his eye, one she'd seen countless times before. Everyone had it. It was the curious ones that didn't, like Solomon, like Saya-neesama and her Chevalier. People who didn't have that look were the curious ones, because if they knew she was Diva, why not want her? She was the most powerful creature in the world.

Though, if she couldn't smell fear, then he didn't know what she was.

The human's proposal wavered on the edge of her attention. Diva didn't understand a word of it, naturally.

[thehellismycar.livejournal.com]

Noiselessly sighing, his hand made to scratch his head before clumsily moving to his hip. He wanted to avoid a show of nerves. The girl wasn't sharp, though the view he'd gathered of her hinted she could be shrewd if anyone acted weak around her. Whether this was a result of her personality or the experiments was none of his business, nor was it useful to dwell on it. Diva was Diva, standing right here, no point wondering if she was being obstinate on purpose.

Wasn't a chick in this world who had Dean Winchester wrapped around her finger. Admitting he might care if this one died tonight wouldn't tarnish that.

"Diva," he repeated, considerable gravity in his tone as he struggled to present a manner bordering on impatience and courtesy. "Lemme take care o' you."

Man. Sounded kind of awkward, stated aloud like that. But it was probably the only way he was gonna get through to her, judging by his observations.

[roses-bleues.livejournal.com]

Whether Diva did - or had - felt anything when it came to her Chevaliers' ulterior motives, so blatant and sometimes painfully obvious as they were, she had never given a reaction. If she even noticed. Here and now, she saw it, because he was a human and even if she didn't understand humans, Amshel always said they were greedy and were all eager to stand beside her for some reason or another.

"Why?" Her lips pulled up in a whimsical little smile. "Do you want to play with me? Usually you'd have to ask Amshel first, but since he hasn't found me yet... Mmm, I know! You want to be my Chevalier, right?"

[thehellismycar.livejournal.com]

"Che... valier?" He stood there quietly with a hand stuck to his hip for now, surveying the girl. The tenor hinted he was perplexed by the term.

He was sure he'd heard that word in passing before. Somewhere. Thinking back to childhood expeditions wasn't a smart move, considering that family member was currently the last person he wanted on his mind. He'd have to ask Sam about it later.

"Sure. Yeah." The Intercom then sounded, and the hunter rolled his eyes on cue. "Terrific," he continued distractedly. "OK, don't wander too far from your block tonight. I'll find you." As if he believed she may not be capable of comprehending what he'd just said, Dean put a hand on her shoulder, grasping it firmly like a father would a son. "Got it? And, uh, watch you don't stress yourself."