http://accursed_rock.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] accursed-rock.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-10-26 10:10 am

Day 28: Bus 1

Zelgadis was not happy, at all. Not that this was any change, but the events of the past few hours had given him more to angst about than usual. Nightshift had been dreadful: first he was attacked by a small green man and then covered in leeches, neither of which lead to warm fuzzy feelings.

And now this.

When the nurse had come into his room with new clothes he had a small glimmer of hope-- some thief had taken his normal Landel's wear in the night, so perhaps this was a change in luck. However, it was not the godsend he had hoped for. Minus the threat of sedation, there was nothing in the universe that could make Zelgadis wear a bright lemon-yellow shirt. There was a jacket of a slightly more tasteful variety, so Zelgadis made good us of it-- he put all his coupons in a pocket and pulled up the hood. It was almost as good as his cloak. Well, no it wasn't, but it would have to do.

With mild protesting, Zelgadis was lead to a large yellow vehicle. He climbed the stairs, took a seat towards the back, and readied himself for another frustrating day of being attacked and threatened with spoons.

[identity profile] daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone who didn't have much of a choice, perhaps?

Omi'd woken up with a groan. He couldn't quite remember what had been happening before he'd 'fallen asleep' last night, but he knew it involved a.. mermaid? Ugh. He'd still managed to get farther on his own than any time he'd been with someone else, though, so he made a mental note to try for the kitchen again tonight.

The nurse smiled at him as she handed over a pile of clothes which turned out to be a t-shirt, a black hoodie several sizes too big, and a pair of faded blue jeans. Not his first choice of outfit, but definitely better than the sweats. She gave him privacy to dress, thankfully, then herded him toward the first bus, which was already filling up. He glanced around but didn't really recognize anyone except by sight, so he took the first available seat he came to, perching on the edge of the seat and poking at the contents of the breakfast bag he'd been given. His seat-mate looked familiar, but he was pretty sure he didn't remember ever actually meeting him. "Um.. hi."

[identity profile] canieathim.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Gluttony's head swam as his natural regenerative abilities fought against the sedative the nurses had given him, but still he could hear a tasty looking boy sit down next to him. He was probably extra yummy too, but even in his drugged state and as hungry as he was, he knew better than to try to eat him.

"I'm not going to eat you," Gluttony said, his voice slightly slurred. "Lust wouldn't like it."

[identity profile] daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com 2007-10-29 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Omi froze, wondering if his seat partner really was crazy. Eat him? Well, that certainly hadn't been a threat he'd worried about before. "Thanks."

Wait.. Lust. Right! That's where he'd seen the man before, lost in a hallway and looking for 'his Lust.' It had been dark enough that Omi hadn't gotten an especially good look at him at the time, but it didn't look like he'd missed much. Hopefully this trip wouldn't take too long.

[identity profile] canieathim.livejournal.com 2007-10-29 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Gluttony grinned at the tasty boy's words of appreciation, drooling slightly as he did so. He was really hungry...maybe Lust wouldn't mind if he took a small bite out of the boy next to him. He was probably super amazingly delicious.

"I'm Gluttony," He said in introductions. Normally he didn't bother. Lust was there to introduce him, since he didn't like getting personal with his food. But she wasn't there, and he wasn't allowed to eat Omi, so he might as well be friendly, right? And maybe if he knew the other boy's name, he could ask Lust if he could eat him later. Ooooh yum!

His stomach rumbled.

[identity profile] daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com 2007-10-30 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Lust and... Gluttony. Uh..huh. Gluttony would have to excuse him for being just a tad bit wary. "I'm Omi. Nice to meet you."

He also really didn't like the vibe he was getting. When Gluttony's stomach growled, he held out his uneaten lunch. He'd find something in town or something. "Here. Sounds like you need this more than me."