http://sugarsweetblood.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sugarsweetblood.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-10-30 10:09 pm

Day 28: Germaine Street

Rhode didn't want to have to let go of Allen, not ever. It could be forever before she was able to be with him again! But the nurses were persistent in moving her off the big yellow thing, as was Allen for getting away from her. Even outside of the building, people were just determined to keep her from being with him! It wasn't fair!

Once off the bus and shivering just slightly from the crisp fall air, Rhode was handed a small booklet of what the nurse called "coupons". It took some explaining, but Rhode was eventually able to understand that the thin pieces of paper in the book were supposed to be used like money here. She wasn't at all accustomed to buying things for herself; that was supposed to be the Earl's job. When Rhode expressed this problem, the nurse only gave her a sad smile and patter her in the direction of the buildings.

"Why don't you go find something fun to do? There's a toy store just around the corner there. Don't worry about being alone though, we're all here to keep an eye on you. If anything happens, just come get one of us," the nurse explained, nodding to the staff members that were set to parole the town for any problems their more unruly patents could cause.

So, they were all going to be watched even though they could roam about freely? Rhode took a look back towards the yellow things but was unable to pick out Allen from the mess of patients. In a few moments, she probably wouldn't be able to find him at all or for the rest of the day. Should she just resign herself to that for now and use the small bit of freedom to her advantage? Being with Allen was important, and a lot of fun but...

She glanced down at the coupons again, smiled up at the nurse as best she could, and gave a quick, "Okay!" before running off as suggested.

A small bit of freedom was bound to make her feel better. Maybe she could use it to remind herself of how she was supposed to handle Allen Walker, an exorcist. This town did have a similar air to that of the Rewinding Town, after all.

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[identity profile] deathinvitation.livejournal.com 2007-11-01 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Never underestimate or underuse resources at your service. For all you knew, there might be a family here that would be willing to smuggle you out or knows more information about Landel's that they would be willing to share with one of its victims."

Sephiroth's smile fell away although that vicious amusement stayed in his eyes at Cloud's little jibe.

"How you tempt me. It is as if you wish destruction down upon those around you. It does make me wonder if behind that mask you wear of good will and intentions, you are at heart just like myself. Surely no one else would try to goad me into anger and that which would result. You may be right in that these minions of the Head Doctor would be able to take me down, but how many can I harm before they do, especially if I start somewhere such as a store where I can bar the door first? How much blood would you like on your hands?"

That smile returned, cold and cruel.

"Or would you prefer to start again and not attempt to insult me this time?"

[identity profile] 1mperturbable.livejournal.com 2007-11-01 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Cloud found himself slightly urked again as Sephiroth seemed to be seeing things as only a General could. He supposed he had been away from the line of duty and more thinking in a loner-way. He sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead lightly. "Figures you would be thinking like that..."

Unmoved by Sephiroth's threat, he simply watched the man. He and his allies had been threatened too much for it to sit with him anymore, but he had never really given Sephiroth the opportunity to follow-through either. Still, there was too much going on here.

His eyes flashed with anger as his hand snapped out before he could stop himself, taking ahold of Sephiroth's top. "I am not like you," he hissed out before forcing himself to withdraw again. "You have already tainted my hands with too much blood..." he murmured a little more softly.

He turned away and regarded Wicker Street with a little more interest now. He rubbed a hand up his left arm. "I do not know what your intentions are here, but..." he trailed off. He wanted to say that Sephiroth could no longer get the better of him, but their previous conversation in the Sunroom loomed in the back of his mind.

Did he really have the potential to be like Sephiroth?

[identity profile] deathinvitation.livejournal.com 2007-11-05 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"You are like me, whether you choose to admit it or not. Reality does not change simply because you will it. The sky will not turn from blue to orange on your whim."

Sephiroth began to move slowly, prowling around Cloud like a jungle cat in a predator's circle. He was close enough to be touched still, whispering to Cloud as he moved.

"I have told you my intentions, and what you will do. Tell me that you do not want to come with me, to see things as I do. You see the world and those in it and know you are nothing like them. Always the outsider, always the 'different' one. Is that not so?"

[identity profile] 1mperturbable.livejournal.com 2007-11-05 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Grunting softly to Sephiroth’s persistence, Cloud could bring himself to say nothing as he watched the older man prowl around him. He felt like this was a repeat of the past, something he should have been aware of and been able to remove himself from, but he could only watch and listen.

“I am not like you,” he said softly, feeling the lameness of his words but floundered for something more. Sephiroth had always had a way of twisting things on him, to make him feel like he was facing the opposite direction that he thought he was.

He winced softly and shook his head, casting his eyes towards Wicker Street. He could not allow Sephiroth to corner him like this, even if they were on the open street. He should be stronger than this, and he almost liked it better when there was less talk between them and more physical fighting. “No… I will not be your puppet again. I may be different but… but I am not going to fit into your plans like an obedient mutt.”

He stepped back, a retreat. He hated himself for it too, but he continued to walk away from Sephiroth.

[Moving Here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/246475.html)]

[identity profile] deathinvitation.livejournal.com 2007-11-06 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
He always had to make things difficult, didn't he? There was a mild disappointment when Cloud did back down and away from him, fleeing as Sephiroth saw it. It appeared he would have to manage things a little differently.

Following right along behind Cloud would have been too easy, too human. He needed something better. Alleyways would have served nicely, but Sephiroth hadn't seen any of those. Ah well, rooftops it was then.

A few leaps from rubbish bin to rooftop later, Sephiroth was pleased to discover that while most of his abilities had left him, his sense of balance was still in place. He did have the sneaking suspicion that eventually a nurse would spot him and order him down, but until then, he could trail Cloud easily.

((Sephiroth-ninja after Cloud))