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] a-spider-can.livejournal.com 2007-11-04 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Peter hadn't expected Eddie to make such a production about food of all things, but if he was one of those people who got really cranky on an empty stomach, then he wasn't about to protest the issue. Besides, even if he wasn't that hungry right now, he would probably be up for eating once he actually got a whiff of some decent food.

He glanced down at his breakfast-in-a-bag before shoving it toward the blond. "This should hold you over until we actually find one of these places."

He took his coupons back and looked them over again. "So did you want to look for Twin Pines or... Tasty Burger?" he asked, glancing over at Eddie with a smug look. He didn't have much of a preference, and Eddie was the one who was pitching a fit over food.

He was going to have to keep his eyes open as they searched and make a note of any place that looked interesting so he could come back to it later.

[identity profile] blacksustenance.livejournal.com 2007-11-06 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Tasty Burger," Brock said. "I'd kill for some good, all-American red meat."

He almost cut himself off when Parker suddenly shoved his lunch at him, and it was all Brock could do to take it and not drop it in surprise. He'd been so set on just taking it and helping himself that he felt almost put-out when Parker just gave it to him. Brock caught the "thanks" on the tip of his tongue before it slipped out. No, while it was suspiciously nice of Parker, he still had history with this guy and he wasn't going to be bought up just 'cause he gave him food and actually talked to him every once in a while.

But that was Parker. It was weird, actually. Brock had his own memories of what he remembered of the guy from their brief stint against each other at the Daily Bugle, and he remembered Parker as this weak-willed wall-flower who suddenly turned the douche card one day and got a spine (along with a bad haircut). And then there was what the symbiote gave him, memories of the confused kid who thought it a good idea to put on those red-and-blues every day and save lives just because it was the right thing to do, and not just 'cause he could.

It confused Brock, it really did. He could understand the Parker he remembered from the Bugle, but the one that he knew was the real one, the one that saved people and actually believed in justice and all that BS...Brock swore the guy belonged in the fifties or something. It was like he was from another world to Brock, and that was saying something.

The blond looked away from Parker, aware that he'd been staring with narrowed eyes at him, and helped himself to the juice box inside the packed lunch.

Swigging it, he spoke around the straw, changing the subject as they walked. "So how much you betting that your aunt's flipping out right now?"

[identity profile] a-spider-can.livejournal.com 2007-11-06 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Peter had no argument there -- a burger did sound like it would hit the spot. He knew that once they found the place and he caught a whiff of some burger patties on a grill, he was going to be glad that they decided to eat before getting down to business.

He would think clearer on a full stomach, anyway.

It was a good thing that the town wasn't too big, so it wouldn't take too long to search through it. Hopefully the burger place would really advertise itself and therefore be easy to find.

Figuring they should be systematic, Peter made his way up Germaine Street until they reached a dead end. It didn't look like there was much to the left, and the center of town definitely seemed to be to the right. They could just start at the top and work their way down.

At Brock's question, which came out of nowhere as far as he was concerned, Peter gave the other man a stern look. "As long as she's safe," he said tersely before making the left onto North Street.

[identity profile] a-spider-can.livejournal.com 2007-11-07 04:03 am (UTC)(link)


As they got back onto the streets where the buses were still stalled, likely waiting for the end of the day when they would all have to be taken back, Peter made his way down until they reached the next perpendicular street.

Wicker Street, North Street... They weren't very creative, were they? Then again, numbering streets wasn't all that imaginative, either.

Hopefully they would have better luck this time -- the town really didn't seem to be all that big, so how long could it take for them to find this "Tasty Burger"?