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damned_institute2008-01-11 02:42 pm
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Day 29: Cafeteria (2nd Shift)
Nathan had never actually been in a nuthouse before and had only recently contemplated checking himself into one in a fit of sarcastic, self-depricating humor as of late. It was safe to say that he wasn't terribly familiar with the typical layout, even though he guessed it wasn't too hard to assume in this case. Everything was clean and painfully sterile-looking, if you could tell just by looking anyway, and he had to admit that they did a decent job of dressing this place up like a stereotypical, mental institution. They'd probably wait until evening to run whatever tests they wanted after they'd drugged everyone up nice and good.
The former congressman parted ways with his nurse, offering her a fairly sarcastic "thanks" as she let him loose in the expansive cafeteria. The food choices seemed pretty basic: hamburgers, hot dogs, pizza... The sort of thing he'd been living off of for the past, couple of months. Nathan hadn't realized how hungry he was until he actually picked up a plate. Skeptical as he was of the food here, it probably didn't matter whether it was drugged or not; if he was where he naturally assumed he was, they'd have their way no matter what he did. The only thing not eating would accomplish would be to make things easier for them.
With a hamburger and some fries piled on his plate, Nathan scanned the large room for any familiar faces. If he'd been nabbed in his sleep, there was at least a small chance that they might've nabbed Parkman or one of the others too. Unfortunately, he seemed to have chosen the wrong place to get information. It was practically empty.
Great. It looked like he'd be keeping himself company for the time being. Always a fun person to pass the time with. Sitting down at an empty table, Nathan took a moment to stare his hamburger down before taking a hesitant bite.
The former congressman parted ways with his nurse, offering her a fairly sarcastic "thanks" as she let him loose in the expansive cafeteria. The food choices seemed pretty basic: hamburgers, hot dogs, pizza... The sort of thing he'd been living off of for the past, couple of months. Nathan hadn't realized how hungry he was until he actually picked up a plate. Skeptical as he was of the food here, it probably didn't matter whether it was drugged or not; if he was where he naturally assumed he was, they'd have their way no matter what he did. The only thing not eating would accomplish would be to make things easier for them.
With a hamburger and some fries piled on his plate, Nathan scanned the large room for any familiar faces. If he'd been nabbed in his sleep, there was at least a small chance that they might've nabbed Parkman or one of the others too. Unfortunately, he seemed to have chosen the wrong place to get information. It was practically empty.
Great. It looked like he'd be keeping himself company for the time being. Always a fun person to pass the time with. Sitting down at an empty table, Nathan took a moment to stare his hamburger down before taking a hesitant bite.
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It was one thing to be away from people you loved. It was another to not even remember they existed.
"I don't want to forget you."
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He pulled Tamaki close suddenly, wrapping his arms tightly around the other boy as though he was never going to let go. No! He'd protect Tamaki and it wouldn't happen again! "It won't happen," he growled. "And even if it does, I'll make it better, in any way I have to." And that was the other reason to not get involved. "I don't want to forget you either."
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He wouldn't forget. No matter what happened, he wouldn't let himself forget. There had to be some way! Something they could do!
"There has to be a way," he mumbled. "Even if we're taken away from each other, even if we're sent back home or they destroy our memories, there has to be some way to... keep something of one another."
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He had to listen closely to even hear what Tamaki was saying when he finally spoke. It was... he couldn't help but think of the conversation he'd had with Lust earlier. What if they couldn't get back at all? And what... what if when they got the chance, they didn't want to? "We'll find something," he replied quietly. "There'll be something and or if there isn't, we'll make one." Through sheer force of will if necessary."
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"Thank you," he said, wiping at his eyes. "I'm sorry I'm such a horrible mess today. This truly isn't like me, it isn't." But he'd just taken on so much that he needed to let some of it out.
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Raiden was in here, talking with Axel. Fox caught them out of the corner of his eye and couldn't bring himself to look directly at them.
Instead he sat down next to two familiar blonds, Ed and Tamaki. Tamaki looked a little worse for wear, but they were both in one piece.
"I wasn't aware there were any good days in here," His voice was flat and emotionless as he spoke.
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Really, he had had good days here. And even a good night or two. Just because there were bad things happening, it didn't mean that everything had to be horrible all the time.
It was just particularly horrible right now.
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"Fox..." he began, than swallowed. Helping Tamaki was one thing, but he didn't even know how to begin getting that dead expression off Fox's face. What had happened?
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Tamaki was right, though, there had been good days, maybe even a night or two he would call good. It wasn't entirely bad, but it was very difficult not to let the current situation drag down all of the semi-good memories into his despair.