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] haiiro-no-chou.livejournal.com 2007-10-30 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Rukia rolled her eyes a little. "It's not like he's going to bite me."

It kind of helped, pretending like she was just going off for a chat, rather than doing one of the bravest (or most stupid?) things she had ever done. Standing, she was glad for the bumping and rocking of the bus; it masked the tremor in her legs.

Resting one hand on the seat for balance, Rukia clambered over Renji as gracefully as she could manage, then turned to go up the isle and sit with her brother.

[Going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/242955.html?thread=17315083#t17315083).]
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[personal profile] norainu 2007-10-30 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Renji tried to pretend that he wasn't worried. He was too far away from his captain to eavesdrop on the conversation, and he wasn't certain if that was good or bad. If he heard raised voices, he could intervene quickly.

He crossed his arms over his chest and sank lower in his seat, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep. Just in case someone looked back. He didn't want to look as upset as he felt.