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] neverreallyfit.livejournal.com 2007-12-30 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course." Beneath the table, there was another crinkling of paper, nearly lost beneath the sound of voices and scrape of utensils. Sam took another bite of his hamburger, though there was little hope that he tasted it. One ate because eating was necessary.

"No," he replied at length. "Though from what I've heard, the people who come to visit look like the people you know, but are either brainwashed or impostors. They'll try to reinforce the same story the staff's been spinning."

[identity profile] dragon-lady-m.livejournal.com 2007-12-30 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lovely," muttered M at that news, taking a moment to stare through the table as if she might thereby visualize the source of the crinkling. She returned to munching her sandwich after that, although it was doubtful as to whether she, too, was tasting her meal at this point.

"Well, I suppose in my case it might give a little insight into things based on who they decide to use as my family."