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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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River.
The Ishbalan stood up immediately, staring with wide eyes at the scene. Nurses and orderlies were running at her along with two male patients who seemed to be trying to help, and it was all Scar could do to clench his fists and not charge into the fray as well.
He grit his teeth and shut his eyes, turning his head to the side. He knew it would be no use to fight. He knew River would be sedated either way. He knew that if he tried to help, he'd only be hindering his allies more, and he knew that even he did succeed in some small way, in the end, it wouldn't amount to anything.
He knew he was thinking straighter than he ever had, but he also knew he was thinking like a coward.
Then, suddenly, Itachi's words came through loud and clear, and low and calculating as they were, they rang through Scar's head like bells.
You said this madman tests us.
Scar's eyes snapped towards Itachi, and though he stared at the man for two full seconds, he was too engrossed in his own thoughts to realize it. Yes, this place was a test. A madman's test of physical prowess, but a test of character as well. A test of doing right and wrong, a test of redemption and valor. A test from God.
River was family and Scar wasn't about to let his family down. Not anymore.
"I'm sorry," he said, turning back to look at River and the commotion around her. He felt angry, driven. He felt alive.
"I have to go."
With a roar, Scar barreled forward, heading straight towards the throng of orderlies.
[ Sorry for leaving so suddenly! To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/294011.html?thread=22893691#t22893691). ]
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Itachi did not know if this fight was a test or if the girl had been attempting an impromptu escape, but either way this was not the most ideal location to pick a battle. The room had one set of wide-open doors; it would be unwise to attempt an escape through there, where the nurses and their male assistants could easily detect the commotion and cut one off. Perhaps Scar was trying to escape again, but the enemy was too organized and well-prepared, and the chances of a successful evasion were slim. No, as much as Itachi desired to leave this institution, this was neither the time nor the place for such an attempt.
Indeed, Scar was apparently not as sensible as Itachi had guessed. The man was charging foolishly into a hopeless situation that could only limit his chances of an escape. Itachi inwardly dismissed his former companion, turning his consideration instead to the situation at hand.
While the fight (which was quickly spreading) could never lead to a successful escape for the combatants, it might provide an adequate distraction. Itachi decided to take this opportunity to leave, and slid off his chair, walking measuredly toward the door.
This action brought him closer to the battle, which was really more of a brawl. Itachi eyed the action with vague distaste -- and then stopped. The patients were fighting the nurses and their assistants enthusiastically, throwing every ounce of strength into their kicks and punches, blocks and grabs, but Itachi could not follow their movements. Such impassioned flailing should be easy enough to read, but Itachi's weak eyes saw only a blur of bodies in motion. The movements. . . he could not read the movements. Of course he could not, because he did not have the Sharingan activated, but the sense that there was no way for him to understand what was happening even if he had wanted to unsettled him. This was a new feeling. . . like a constraint on his power, but with an effect on his body, rather than just on his mind. The constraint was causing some sort of unwarranted agitation to rise up within him. He could not -- he could not see each movement. This particular limitation did not lie within his experience, and it was an uncomfortable knowledge. If those movements were directed at him --
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Itachi rushed the door, landing a kick on the male assistant to the left, turning his attention to the nurses beside him before the man even hit the ground. One of them backed up in alarm as the other reached toward his shoulder, trying to stop him from leaving the cafeteria. He grabbed her wrist and twisted, throwing her against the door, but at the same time he saw hands reaching toward him, just at the edge of his peripheral vision. He spun, but he had not caught the movement quickly enough and had in fact misjudged its direction. Itachi had one moment of utter confusion at his incorrect estimation of the exact position of the two orderlies before he found his arms immobilized. He was just about to throw them off, attempting to gather energy within himself that for some reason was not there, when the nurse who had backed up dodged back in. His eyes snapped toward her, just in time to see her lunge at him with -- a needle? Itachi knew this would be dangerous, and tried to evade the implement, but the hands on his shoulders prevented his movement. Then came the slight prick of the needle, and within a few moments Itachi could not remember why he should try so hard to throw the hands off his shoulders.
Why. . . why did I not. . . why can I not. . . Itachi gazed blearily at the limbs whirling around him, unable to understand why he could not predict their direction. Why he could not block or evade their movements. Why he could not move with the power he used to be able to. Is this. . . is this what it is like. . . to be weak. . . Itachi had no time to delve into this possibility before something came over him and everything went dark.