damned_institute | Day 27: Intercom, Evening

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Day 27: Intercom, Evening

The intercom gave its cheery jingle just before the Head Doctor's equally buoyant voice rang through the halls.

"Ah, and finally, our day is coming to a close! Rooms and roommates have been reassigned with care, though what great partnership can start without a good meal? Ah, yes, after the nurses escort all of our patients, new and old, back to their proper rooms, everyone will have the chance to enjoy a savory chicken pot pie, full of peas, carrots, potatoes, and of course, chicken. On the side, we'll have buttery corn on the cob and green beans, and to drink, you may choose from the regular slew of water, milk, or assorted juices, which your nurse will bring to you.

"I believe that's all for now! Phew, long day, huh? I know I'll be happy to get some sleep, and thank you to all our vigilant doctors and nurses, although Dr. House seems to have gone AWOL... Hmm... Well, in any case, have a good dinner, everyone!"

The intercom clicked off again as the nurses began organizing the patients for the small trek back to their rooms.

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The silent treatment? Stupid girl, she truly had no idea.

"I think you look better now. Much more sophisticated, you know?" As far as she was concerned, Larxene knew that every teenager longed to be seen and treated like an adult. Well, thanks to her, Claire was now one step closer to that goal with her new, 'adult' hairstyle.

"Hmm, but it I guess it was rather sudden of me. Ah!" she put her journal away and started looking underneath her bed for something.

"I know what will make you feel all better."

Claire let it all go in one ear and out the other. She didn't care much what Larxene had to say, anyway.

Still, Claire's eyes drifted a bit, unable to hide her curiosity at her roommate's actions. She didn't want to be caught off guard for whatever Larxene had for her.

"Found it!" she said, get off her knees and approaching Claire's bedside, holding something in her hands. "I thought you might like to keep some of these as a memento."

Larxene held out both of her hands to her roommate and opened them, revealing several strands of hair in each one.

The hair was long, and blonde.

It belonged to Claire.

Claire's jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed, but that was as much as she gave away. Breathing in deep, she turned her attention back to the wall, although her eyes were far from disinterested.

No reaction?

Well alright then. She was a big girl now, so it was only fair for Larxene to treat her like one. “What’s the matter?” said the Nobody as she grabbed Clair by the remaining hair she had left.

“Is my gift not good enough for you?” Larxene’s grip tightened as she grinned. “You should be grateful all I chopped off was your miserable hair.”

Larxene didn't know about her power. It didn't matter what she wanted to chop off, she'd heal eventually.

But that wasn't the point. Claire didn't want to be touched!

Completely forgetting herself, Claire twisted and the plate fell from her lap and scattered from the bed to the floor. She didn't care. Ignoring the pain from Larxene's grip, she tackled the other woman, one hand grabbing a fistful of her hair in a similar manner.

"Let me thank you!"

The Nymph didn't care if there was more to Claire than a pretty face and a good figure. All she to her was a toy. A way to remain entertained until she could get no more use out of her. But unlike the others, it seemed that this toy wasn't about to break anytime soon.

"That's the spirit!" she said, laughing at Claire.

"It's been a while since I've had someone on top of me like this. Come on, show me what you can do, little girl."

Claire barely heard her. Rage was the only thing she could focus on. She clawed at hair and skin, pulling her fist back with every intent to smash it into that laughing face.

While fun, if Claire thought she was just going to let her have her way, she was seriously mistaken. Like the other blonde, Larxene too scratched and clawed at her roommate’s body and hair (as if she hadn’t lost enough of that already).

However, the Nobody paused when she noticed Claire reading a punch, one that was aimed for the Nymph’s face. Such a weak attack would never work on someone as fast as Larxene though, as she caught the punch before it reached its mark.

“Too slow, little girl.”

Claire didn't stop, frustrated as she was that her roommate was indeed faster than her.

Wasting no time, Claire impulsively slammed her head against the Nymph, her eyes squeezed shut for a moment as the pain shot through her skull.

It was a surprise that Claire would be willing to harm herself just so that she could land a hit on Larxene. Such determination didn’t go unrewarded, as their skulls met, giving the Nobody one hell of a headache.

It hurt enough for her to cover her throbbing head with her hands, but she couldn’t let Claire have the last laugh like that. Opening one of her eyes, she saw that her roommate was still on top of her.

A perfect opportunity, as Larxene lifted her knee straight into the other blonde’s stomach.

Claire lost her breath for a second as Larxene's knee connected, and she stumbled off the Nobody clutching her stomach, landing back on her rear. She realized her forgotten tray was laying right behind her, and she grabbed it without hesitation and used it to whack her roommate right across the face.

The dinner tray? This was getting pretty wild now, and therefore, exciting.

Though Larxene could’ve rolled out of the way, she instead put her arm between the tray and her face. As her limb took the brunt of Claire’s terrible teenage anger, the Nobody used her other arm to reach into her pants’ pocket.

Having been in the room for a while now, she had taken the time to prepare for her coming Nightshift activities.

From the pocket, Larxene took out one of her scalpels and threw it straight at her roommate’s face with the kind of accuracy and skill she was capable very of.

Claire's eagerness with the dinner tray resulted in it flying out of her hands with the force, so her only option was to toss her arm up, knowing even as she tried to move out of range of the scalpel she wouldn't avoid it completely. She winced as it scraped her arm, and she dove back for her "weapon", this time aiming to hit Larxene's chin in a Dinner Tray Uppercut (tm).

Larxene rolled out of the way this time. When would her roommate learn that she was much too slow to ever hit her like that? Still, there was one thing that had been bothering her as their little “fight” went on.

“Hey.” She said, getting on one knee. “Why don’t you have any scratch marks on you?” Where had they gone indeed.

“I distinctly remembered seeing them before you smashed your face against mine.”

Claire paused for a second, her eyes wide as Larxene's words sunk in.

Trying to steady her breathing, she stood up straight and brushed herself off.

"You must have imagined them," she said briskly. The Head Doctor's voice alerted them that night had indeed started, and for once, Claire was thankful to hear his voice.

She hoped Larxene had somewhere to be tonight.

Had she? It was true that she didn't get a very good look at the supposed markings, what with the other woman trying to dinner tray her to death and all.

Interesting. However, her train of thought was interrupted as the Head Doctor's announcement signified the beginning of Night.

"Well, this was fun." said the Nobody as she streched her arms and neck, still smiling at her roommate. "Let's do it again tomorrow." Turning around, she gave Claire a wave of her hand, took out her flashlight and left the room.

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