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]
ext_203323: Malcolm Jamieson as Armand St. Just in The Scarlet Pimpernel looking down while outside with a tree in background (o rly?)

[identity profile] secret-orchard.livejournal.com 2008-01-04 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Armand bit back his first impulse, which was to snap that that sounded like a good way to get one's friends killed instead. Obviously, his bad mood from the morning still lingered. It had only changed form. So he sat quietly until a more appropriate response entered his stubborn mind. "I've never been in a group larger than three people at night here. More seems like an invitation for arguments. Too many cooks and all that."

His disapproval still colored his statement, but it was more based on what he'd observed in small groups that had no clear leader. "I still keep hoping to find someone willing to take a lead. Someone other than that white-haired captain."