damned_institute | Day 28; Bus 3

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Day 28; Bus 3

There was, Naomi decided, some sort of cosmic irony in all of this. Not that she was trapped in a deranged and possibly other-worldly asylum with a man she'd idolized for years and a boy who was being investigated for - among other things - the murder of her fiance. No, at this point, those were perfectly normal occurrences. Rather it was the soft, pretty, feminine pink sweater dress she'd been stuffed into in the morning. A chance to wear normal clothes, and she looked like a soccer mom. The white blazer and white boots only made her look like a soccer mom who maybe hadn't given up gogo boots.

It was humiliating. Why couldn't she have jeans and a sweater? And sneakers? Something she would conceivably wear? Not this damned pink monstrosity. And her nurse kept saying how pretty she was.

She didn't care if she looked pretty.

Grumbling to herself, and taking it out on her muffin, Naomi was shoved onto an empty bus and told to 'sit tight'. Oh, she'd sit tight alright....

At least she was relatively certain L was alright. She'd spent the whole night with him, and other than falling on his ass, nothing had happened to him. And hopefully nothing would happen to him in town, either....

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"I doubt I'll ever be a mother." And that was fine with Naomi. She didn't want them and now... well, now she didn't have to deal with it anyway.

she didn't say anything about her unnamed source. She just shifted in her seat and plucked awkwardly at the skirt on her knees. She hated skirts. You couldn't kick in a skirt.

"The doctor?" Naomi shook her head. "No, I don't. I don't know much about him at all."

"Sometimes things happen, things overlooked, and suddenly you have a child," Beatrix replied quietly. "Motherhood... a blessing and yet a curse at the same time."

She wasn't pleased that Naomi didn't know what the head doctor looked like nor did she have any further information than the woman she'd assaulted last night had. That made her task much more difficult. It's been a while since she had to work a profile, setup and operation without a dossier.

"Do you know anyone who does?"

The Bride chuckled as the woman tugged at the hem of her skirt. "Pink is such a fetching color on you," the Bride said with an amused smirk.

Naomi refrained from mentioning that she was in no position for things to be 'overlooked'.

"I've heard that he showed himself once," she responded. "And that he looks like a normal man. I don't know anything else about his physical appearance. I'm afraid I don't have very much more information than I had last night." At least that was relevant to discussing the Head Doctor.

She scowled at the mention of pink. "I don't like dresses."

Beatrix laughed. "I can tell, though I suspect you'll have at least one idiotic man from this town attempting to flirt with you because that thing shows off your legs."

That would be an interesting sight to see if this woman was capable of keeping her cool under such scrutiny given what had happened to her fiance. It sounded like his death hadn't been all that long ago.

"Dresses really aren't that bad," the Bride replied, "as long as they have a long skirt part to them. You get a lot of freedom in your movement with the right style of skirt."

"Unfortunately, you seemed to have unfortunate luck. It looks constricting. Hardly suitable for any useful activity on this joke of a field trip."

"I've already had one idiotic man try and flirt with me," Naomi said, snorting some. Men. She was used to being hit on, and used to giving them the cold shoulder. Raye had been able to wear her down, but it hadn't been easy.

"I just don't like them very much." It had nothing to do with freedom of movement, really. She'd worn mini-skirts and all of that back in the 80s, when she was in college, but only because it had been the style and that was what everyone wore. And they came in black leather. But she hadn't cared quite so much then about being taken seriously. Once she joined law enforcement, it was another story altogether. No skirts, no tight shirts, no makeup... not that it stopped her from being a sex object, but it helped.

"A good thing I won't be doing anything but walking and sitting once we're off the bus."

"Your friend from last night?" Beatrix raised a questioning eyebrow. Her attention was pulled to the window, though, once the bus started and they got moving.

She turned and looked both up and down the center aisle, checking where the staff was, where everyone was sitting and how often the driver checked the large mirror school buses had at the front. She turned in her seat, legs out in the aisle, and focused on the emergency exit in the very back of the bus. Was that tampered with, locked just like everything else? Or was it something they overlooked?

Naomi blinked. Had Arlene just asked if L had hit on her? She laughed a little bit at the idea, and shook her head.

"No, not my friend from last night. He... well, let's just say I wouldn't call him an idiotic man." She couldn't really deny she had been with a male, after all. She'd been seen going into L's room, all Arlene would have to do to find out where she'd been last night. But she didn't need to say that they knew each other.

She was going to need an excuse for why she was continually going to his room at night to make her reports....

Maybe she could grab him in town to talk to him about it.

As for the scenery, she didn't care much about it. What she could see wasn't exactly indicative of where they were.

it was very tempting to bolt down the aisle and shove her way through that emergency exit as it looked untampered with. She would then be free if she could run fast enough and then capable of coming back heavily armed and ready to kill all of the people involved in this. She found her gaze drawn to the verdant head of hair a couple seats in front of her. No, she couldn't just leave Mion here.

If she was ever going to make an escape like that, she'd have to be certain the girl was also ready to take the same risk. That wouldn't happen until the Bride had taken some time to work with the girl.

Beatrix turned back to converse with her roommate. The Bride's seemingly innocent question and the subsequent answer gave her a lot of information.

Maki referred to him as a friend, yet by her own admission, she hadn't been here for more than yesterday. From her mannerisms and demeanor, she's not the type to make friends easily. And was that a masked tone of respect in her voice? There's definitely no attraction between Maki and this friend of hers, that's for certain. Either this friend was someone she knew from outside this place or... the two had so much in common they automatically bonded as we are wont to do when forced into such stressful and dangerous situations, the Bride thought, going through her logic.

Actually, that kind of explained why she had developed the affection she had for the teenagers from last night. It really was interesting to see how the human mind reacts to dire circumstances.

"If he is not idiotic, it is good to have him as an ally," was all she said.

"I just said I wouldn't call him an idiotic man." Naomi wasn't sure she'd call L a man at all. He looked like he could hardly be more than twenty. Which meant... how old had been a few years ago, when they'd first met?

She still needed to ask him what that had been all about. Not the case, but what had happened in the subway. Why had he shown himself to her?

"And I don't know if I'd call him an ally. But I guess time will tell." No, not an ally. L was... well, she supposed he was her direct superior. He wasn't exactly a friend, and ally implied they were equals. She knew she was an intelligent and capable woman, but she wasn't anywhere near L's level.

Though at least she could get up on a bed without falling on her ass.

The only 'friend' she had in this place was that Sheska girl. And that was only because she was so useful.

"Ah... so I might call him an idiotic man," the Bride replied with a bit of a smirk. "You either respect him too much to actually call him such or you don't know him well enough." A pause. "Or both."

Regardless, this man was only of concern to her if he knew where BB was or information concerning their captors. She had to find out who was behind all this. It if lead back to Elle...

She was not exactly a fan of torture, but she was well versed in the various methods. Death was too good for Elle and she'd thought blinding the bitch and leaving her at the mercy of her own planted viper was a fitting end for her, but apparently she was wrong.

"Does the name Elle Driver mean anything to you?" Elle never had been one to use an alias; her arrogance was too great.

"Or I'm just not in the habit of speaking ill of people behind their backs," Naomi pointed out, just for the sake of argument. "Whether I consider them friends or not." Which was, she supposed, true. Despite the fact that she held negative opinions about a great many people, she wasn't in the habit of sharing them with many.

"L Driver?" Naomi blinked. This woman was looking for someone named BB and someone named L? At least she'd offered a last name this time, otherwise the conversation may have gotten a lot more confusing. "Sounds like some sort of golf club."

"Then you are a better person than I am," Beatrix replied.

The bride couldn't help but chuckle at Naomi referencing golf in regards to Elle. It was very amusing. "No, not a golf club, but a vicious woman with methods that could be compared to the bluntness of a golf club."

She snorted. "She certainly has the class of a set of hand-me-down golf clubs."

"I don't know her, then." Naomi shook her head. "If you're looking for someone, I've heard the easiest way to find out if they're here is to use the public notice board. Almost everyone seems to check it daily."

Not that it had helped her all that much. Maybe she could get a cigarette somewhere in town. Someone had to smoke.

"I guess it's also good to warn people about someone."

"I care little about the people here," Beatrix replied bluntly.

She was both relieved and annoyed that as far as her roommate knew, Elle wasn't around. Of course, Elle wouldn't exactly be well-known to the prisoners here as she would be one of the perpetrators.

"It wouldn't surprise me, though, if she was part of the conspiracy surrounding this. It's very much her... style."

"We're all in this together." The response was rote and without much personal meaning. Naomi only said it because it was what you said. Now that they were moving, she glanced back over her shoulder again. Yagami-san wasn't sitting alone anymore. Some older, slick looking guy that she didn't recognize. Huh.

Maybe she'd track him down later, find out what his story was.

"So you say," Beatrix replied. "Though just because I care little doesn't mean I'm not willing to work with a few." She just didn't care what their personal issues and reasons for doing things, goals and such, were. Compared to finding her daughter and killing the dead of this prison, they were inconsequential.

"More so if their goals fall in line with my own,' she added on. "Someone here has to have a decent information web set up."

"I think everyone's goals are more or less the same." Naomi tucked her hair behind her ears. "We all just want to get out and go home." That was it. She knew there was an information net, and she supposed she should mention it.

"Try and find someone in the Arts and Crafts Club," Naomi said, glancing out the window.

"Not until I know where they have my daughter," Beatrix said, her voice dropping darkly in timbre.

The change in tone was gone, though, when she laughed. "Arts and Crafts Club?"

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