http://hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-10-26 08:37 am

Day 28: Bus 2

Momo tugged on the collar of the light blue sweater she was wearing as she followed her nurse to wherever these buses were, winding her hair up into its customary bun as she went. It was an odd feeling, knowing she was about to go outside of the institute's borders. Maybe the Head Doctor was about to make an error and the shinigami, as well as everyone else, would no longer be limited and they could finish what they started several nights back.

That was probably too much to hope for. She was feeling better this morning, even with the blood moon, and was mildly looking forward to the bus ride. Captain Jack said he was going to be here this morning and even if it wasn't customary breakfast in the cafeteria, she's be satisfied with him sitting next to her on the bus.


The nurse handed her a muffin, some napkins, and a small box with a straw. She stared at this box for a moment before shaking it. From the sound it contained liquid. How odd... Momo wasn't sure why they would but liquid inside a small paper box - it didn't make any sense to her and she wasn't sure how one was supposed to get it out of the box.

Clambering onto an empty bus, Momo chose to sit in the very back near the emergency exit. Maybe she could force her way out of it as they were moving and escape the limiter enough to come back and level the institute, freeing everyone. Or maybe she just wanted to be able to see everyone that was on the same bus as her. Wishful thinking versus reality.

[identity profile] jei.livejournal.com 2007-10-30 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Farfarello slouched lower in the seat, yawning again and pulling the hood of his sweatshirt forward to partially cover his eyes. "Wake me up when we get to town, yeah? Or, you know, before trying to kill me or something. More sporting, and all that."

At this point in his life, Farfarello could sleep just about anywhere: in alleyways, on tree limbs, on moving buses while sitting next to people who intended to kill him, you know, wherever was comfortable. And without a decent breakfast in his stomach, Farfarello was definitely not feeling too terribly awake.

[identity profile] deathinvitation.livejournal.com 2007-10-31 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Sephiroth had no intentions of waking the man up or killing him. He had learned the rules of this place quick enough and could play by them since circumstances dictated that he must for the time being. Soon enough, that would all change.

When the buses slowed to a stop, Sephiroth rose silently from his seat and disembarked with the others. He had things to do, people to torment.