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Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast
Hitsugaya woke with a start.
His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.
And in his hand, still...there was the key.
He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.
That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.
The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.
Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.
[Waiting for Angel]
His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.
And in his hand, still...there was the key.
He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.
That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.
The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.
Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.
[Waiting for Angel]
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He took a breath and shook his head to push away the thoughts of negativity. Last night helped him put things into perceptive, and all would be for naught if he started thinking dark thoughts again, "But I won't be here much longer. I've been here too long, and it's time to go home. Do you have any friends here?"
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The next thing he said piqued her interest. Wouldn't be here much longer? How could he know?
But she then realized she had been asked a question, and Anise put her own questions aside for the moment. "Um, yes. A lot, actually. It's like they've got everyone I know here!" She gave an awkward giggle which ended somewhat abruptly. As nice as it was to have people she knew with her for support, the realization that Landel's had stolen and toyed with nearly every important person in her life - her family, friends, even enemies... and now Ion! - was not a happy thought.
Maybe she could change the subject. "Oh! But what did you mean, you won't be here much longer? Do you... know how to get home?" It was wishful thinking at best, but worth asking.
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"As far I know, there ain't no way outta here except for the occasional disappearances of folks with no word or warning. We don't know if they get out or...somethin' happens to 'em. I've lost a few of my friends that way. It's good you have someone here with you though. At least you ain't gotta go through this entirely alone." He tired to sound reassuring, but he knew that blessing was also a curse. He didn't want anyone he loved in that Hospital.
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So the big guy had a daughter? No wonder he seemed like a softie. She considered asking him about that, but realized it might hit a sore spot. The fact that he was here meant he had probably been separated from his family, just like Anise and her parents.
"What about, like, those visitors from yesterday?" she wondered as her mind wandered to the subject of her parents. If Barret had been there longer than her, he might know some things she didn't. "Like, what happened to them, and where they go when they're not here visiting..." She'd read the rumors on the bulletin, about the visitors being former patients who had succumbed to the lies of the institution. But somebody had to know for sure, right?
It made her wonder, though. Were Cyrille and the other patients who disappeared going to turn up like that one day? It was a chilling thought, though maybe a bit better than presuming them all dead.
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"Who came to see you?"
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Anise didn't know if she'd rather believe the visit was real or a trick. If it was a trick, it would mean her parents were still safe at home. But it would also mean that Anise had been fooled by mere lookalikes. That wouldn't happen, would it!? She knew her mama and papa!
"They sure seemed real," she muttered, gaze lowered to her food as she picked at it. "Not just their faces and their voices, but the way they acted, too. And... and it would be just like them to get fooled by a scam like this." Maybe not like this, but Anise knew how gullible her parents were, and so did nearly every con artist in Daath. They would have been an easy target for Landel's. It was scary to think about it.
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To try to distract from the destruction, he resumed eating and chose to answer the girl, "They have ways of foolin' folks, Anise. My friend last night almost fell into the lie of this place. I almost lost the will to keep goin'. They've got some convincing methods. My...my own daughter and best friend, who is by all rights to my memory dead, visited me awhile back ago. She wasn't six like I remember her, but closer to three years old. The memories don't match, and there are too many people here who share what I remember. It ain't right. It's all a trick."
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And her parents... Even if some of the things they said were a little weird, they were still her parents, weren't they? Anise knew enough about human replicas to know that even if they could copy someone's face and voice, they couldn't do the same to their memories and personality! A parent's love couldn't be replicated, could it!?
She set her spoon down, finding that the food had suddenly grown less appetizing. "My memories don't match up with anyone's - not my friends or my family! Who am I supposed to believe?" she blurted out. More than anything, she just didn't want to believe she could have been fooled. The thought of it was infuriating!
Whether they had brainwashed her real parents, or tricked her with fakes, somebody was going to bleed for this.
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Barret sighed, setting his spoon down as well as he looked across the table at Anise, "It ain't easy to explain. The easy version is most of us think we've been taken from wherever we're from and put in this piece of shit. No one knows why, but we're sure that it's either science or magic." he attempted a smile of assurance, but he just came across as unsure, "There are still some holes in the theories, but one thing for sure is we ain't crazy. Most of us anyway..."
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Leaning on the table with her hand under her chin, she glanced around the cafeteria. Anise had been ignoring the brawl until now, assuming it would come to as quick an end as all the others she'd seen. But more and more people kept joining in, and it was beginning to turn into an all-out riot...
"Oh no!" Anise cried as she shot up from her seat, as though struck by a sudden realization. "Ion! He better not get caught up in this..." Anise had figured it would be fine to let the Fon Master out of her sight during breakfast, since nothing ever really happened during the day. Nothing until now, that was. This was just her luck!
She knew Ion would try to stay out of trouble, but trouble always had a knack for finding him. If she could just get a glance of him, to see he was all right...! But as she turned her head to look about the room, she found she couldn't see over all the people standing to react to the chaos.
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When Anise stood, he stood with her, though not like a rocket as she did. He looked at her curiously. "Ion? Who is that? What's he look like? I wouldn't recommend gettin' caught up in that whirlwind. You likely to get stuck in the neck with a nasty sedation needle."
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