ext_201968 ([identity profile] whiteychan.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-12-24 12:06 pm

Day 29: Cafeteria, Brunch

Hitsugaya left the chapel no less frustrated than before. The head doctor once again had chosen not to hide his face, yet promised he would be making an appearance at some time in the near future. He didn't like being patient, but there wasn't much choice. Either the head doctor would show his face, or he wouldn't. Renji had already seen him, and knew how to find him. That was enough.

The thought of eating made him slightly nauseous as usual, but he knew he needed to get his strength up. He could either be weak and try to force his way through brunch without eating anything, or he could be smart and actually give himself something to eat. And there was rice. Rice and fruit. He took a heaping pile of rice, and grabbed as much watermelon as he could fit on his plate, then proceeded to an empty table. He scanned the room, watching for Momo. He wasn't exactly looking forward to their conversation, knowing how she'd acted yesterday; however, he knew he had to speak to her, and there was a good chance that she would show more restraint now that the drugs were out of her system.

Thoughtfully he consumed his rice and waited.

[free at the moment, pester if you wish]

[identity profile] osakapwnzu.livejournal.com 2007-12-28 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
Heiji nodded throughout Okita's explanation. "Yeah, it makes sense. 'Specially when you're an important part of the movement 'n all. And no offense, but I'd rather not have my throat cut just 'cause I know you Okita-han," He laughed, but Heiji was just a little nervous--could associating with Okita get him into trouble?

Meh, probably nothing he couldn't handle. Plus it didn't look like this place was crawling with Anti-Shinsengumi people or anything like that. He really needed a mystery novel. God did he need a mystery novel.

Heiji shook his head, "Nah, my nurse didn't say anything about that--jus' curious. I seriously doubt that my parents would visit me here. They'd be too ashamed. Nn... maybe my friends Kazuha or Kudo, but they probably wouldn't bother either." He shrugged, "Guess I'll just have to ask somebody."

[identity profile] notachick.livejournal.com 2007-12-29 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The looks he received were natural - acceptance mixed with doubt and nervousness - but it still bothered him somewhat. It wasn't home and he couldn't expect the trust he'd grown up with anymore. He had to build that all over again, only this time with people who didn't share his ideals. The little comforts in life seemed so much bigger when he no longer had them. Okita laughed when Heiji joked around, but he knew it could be true.

Who knew if the Choushuu were lurking just around the corners here?

"Don't worry, Heiji-kun. I won't let that happen." He smiled like always, but a promise was a promise and he was going to make sure any Choushuu here died long before they got anywhere near Heiji. Or Guy, for that matter. He counted them both as people he was going to protect, even if they could do it themselves.

Tilting his head to the side, he stuck a piece of melon into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. "I don't think they're actually the people they claim to be though. I heard that they were nothing but lies that the Institute sends at us." Shrugging, he drove his fork into another piece of fruit and sighed. "It seems all of us are free for the next shift then. I wonder what they'll have us do..."
nobleman: (steel the pressure and the pain.)

[personal profile] nobleman 2008-01-03 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sorry for the horribly late response! ]

While Guy could have worried that his association with Okita would get him in trouble, he didn't see it worth getting concerned over. He could take care of himself, and he really doubted that most patients would be getting caught up in past feuds here when there was so many other things to worry about.

As Okita explained what he had heard about the visitors, Guy couldn't help frowning. Seeing certain people again would have been bad enough, but seeing someone who looked like them but wasn't would just remind him of the replica incident. He felt bad for thinking about it like that, considering Luke, but seeing some copy of his sister had been one of the harder moments of that journey.

"I guess this happens every Sunday," he guessed. "I wasn't here a week ago, though, so I'm not sure what everyone else gets to do." It was odd to think that he hadn't even been around for a week yet.