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] bigshotbarret.livejournal.com 2007-10-30 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Wallace was extremely relieved when Robin finally took a chill pill and settled in the seat. It was easy to take for granted the modern conveniences one had without seeing someone who had lived an entire life without the knowledge of such things existence. That put a small grin of amusement to his lips.

However, that look faded a little when he heard 'red fur'. Instantly, an image of Nanaki popped into his head. Fox, bear, red fur....what the hell was he tryin' to tell him? "Fur, eh? Is there some kind of secret you're tryin' to tiptoe around, Robin?"

[identity profile] robin-fox.livejournal.com 2007-10-30 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
When Robin glanced at Barret and caught the smile, he gave his own, though it was somewhat embarrassed. "It just doesn't feel so natural, you know?"

He'd been caught out on the fur thing. Ok, no problem.
"Ah, that. Well. Not so much a secret... but people don't seem to like hearing it when I tell them I'm a fox... Johnny's a bear. But before you go thinking you're having trouble getting your head around that, take a minute and think how it'd feel to wake up looking like one of you hoomans after a lifetime of tails and fur and claws... I'm only telling you because you asked. And...I can't think up a good ex-" there was a bump and Robins word was lost to a small high pitched sound, "-excuse..."