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damned_institute2007-11-04 01:20 am
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Day 28: South Street
[From here.]
SOUTH ST. That's what the sign on the street pole said when L.A. and Diva rounded the corner. This area looked a little more empty than the previous streets running perpendicular to the one they'd just been on, which meant they might be on the edge of town.
"Small towns are all the same," muttered L.A. "Humans are so unoriginal. Diva," he addressed his companion now, not much more loudly, "be on the lookout for nurses. I'll find a bus or something."
SOUTH ST. That's what the sign on the street pole said when L.A. and Diva rounded the corner. This area looked a little more empty than the previous streets running perpendicular to the one they'd just been on, which meant they might be on the edge of town.
"Small towns are all the same," muttered L.A. "Humans are so unoriginal. Diva," he addressed his companion now, not much more loudly, "be on the lookout for nurses. I'll find a bus or something."
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But, Diva decided, she'd follow this boy and see where he led.
Be on the lookout for nurses... why, that was positively funny, because she could hear every individual heartbeat. What did make her wonder, in a vague and reluctant way, how she was being overpowered and jabbed with needles every time she fought one of them. "Ne, you'll fight them for me, won't you?" Although he was young, if he was good to her, she might consider giving him some of her blood, even if Amshel would be displeased.
When they reached South Street, she looked around at the lack of buildings before pointing at one of the only ones. "What's that?"
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What's that? said Diva, taking him away from his thoughts. She was pointing at one of the buildings on this street.
"No idea. Want to see?" replied L.A.
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The building that had caught her eye was an old, decrepit building: windows and doors boarded up, a sense of abandonment hanging over the place like a pall. More or less, Diva was content, following along at L.A.'s side.
The further they moved down the street, the more a hum began to grow in her throat.
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Diva was humming. He didn't recognize the tune, but it sounded very pretty. He smiled at her. "C'mon, let's keep going. I don't think this is the place we want to go so you can sing."
A quick thought brought his hand into his pocket, which came away with a book of coupons he'd been handed when he'd gotten off the bus. He flipped through it briefly before saying, "If these are chain restaurants we'll be able to eat for about a day when we get there. If not, we might be able to exchange these for money."
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L.A. was right, though. It just wouldn't do as a place to sing her song.
If it couldn't be heard by as many people as possible, then Diva had less of a chance of finding out where her Chevaliers were, and especially in making new Chiropterans of anyone who'd eaten her food. No doubt they'd be cross and try to tell her making Chiropterans without their permission was wrong, but it was their own fault.
But then L.A. mentioned the Doyleton coupons, of which a set were tucked into the pocket of Diva's cardigan, unbeknownst to her. She paused on the last step as she made her way back down the rickety porch steps. "You eat human food," she said, making a statement out of the simple fact as the realization came to her. The only reason he would want to eat in a human restaurant was because he ate their food, and expected her to do so as well.
Did he really not know?
A giggle. "No, I don't need that kind of food. Just a new dress and the boy I'm searching for."
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And she was searching for a boy. Hm. He was searching for a girl. That was kind of funny.
"Anyway, we need to keep walking. If we stay in one place for too long, they'll find us."
He stuffed the coupons back in his pocket and started walking again, motioning for Diva to follow. There weren't very many cars on this street, probably because there weren't very many buildings to park in front of. He frowned. The most useful thing to find would be a bus station, but he wondered if this town even had one. He didn't know how to drive or hotwire a car, so that was pretty much out of the question unless Diva knew how to do both (or steal the keys and drive, whichever). They might have to keep walking, which was problematic since it would make them easier to spot.
But they would get out. They had to.
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And she tromped along beside L.A., more animated as time went on, what with the sedatives slowly losing effect.
"Human blood, of course," said Diva, in turn. That was only natural. Humans ate human food, Chiropterans ate humans, and people that weren't human but still followed human custom were people like Saya-neesama and this boy. They were the odd ones.
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Were Chiropterans vampires? He'd never believed those really existed. But I guess they do, he thought. It was such a foreign notion to him... something entirely apart from witches and humans. He wondered if vampire society was anything like witch society.
Did Rosenberg know anything about vampires?
...But he trusted Diva. Really, he did.
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This boy wasn't the same as that boy, but he still amused her.
Eventually, she turned her head towards him, only to give him a silent, questioning glance. Something like What? and Where are we going? rolled into one.
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Come, throw your heart away.
Those were the last words L.A. could remember Rosenberg telling him. After that was a blank spot in his memory, and after that... the last fight with Ricardo.
Throw your heart away.
"No," he murmured. "You won't make me do it again. I am... me."
His mind had been quiet since he'd arrived here, and he could account for almost every minute of that time. Sure, there'd been the confusion after that scorpion had stung him, but even if the memories were foggy they were still there. He had belonged only to himself. No mind control.
But it wasn't like this was much better.
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Diva knew those feelings. She did, undoubtedly.
Her song began, low and lulling, barely overlapping L.A.'s quiet words. Slowly, slowly, winding ever outwards, her precious song. No words yet, just the croon, the beginning soprano, the haunting melody before the storm.
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Although the praise wasn't just for her beautiful voice, oh no - it her voice singing the song that was important. It invoked unnatural emotions, unnatural biological changes, a myriad of feats the Red Shield organization had specific terms for, where Diva had only instinct. Diva knew what she could do when she sang.
It was a familiar action, a small kind of soothing familiarity.
Stepping lightly, Diva navigated down the street, eyes nearly closed.
[wandering off to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/250360.html)]
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Glancing up to identify the street, Cloud moved down it. It was one that he had not been down before, and he had meant to see all the streets that he was allowed to at this point. With the possibility of Sephiroth following him around, he knew that he would just have to be more cautious about how visible he made himself. It also meant he needed a better grip on the city layout.
He jammed his hands in his pockets and seemed to trudge his way along. He disliked how Sephiroth was pushing the issue, but he had no want to be sedated. He wanted to conserve his energies for escaping, but the ex-General was really starting to push him. It might start to cause him to want a fight to force Sephiroth to leave him be.
He just needed some peace and quiet. Maybe the more crowded park with the buses would help with that? There had to be more to do, and it had been a nicer park than the Morris one.