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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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"This won't make up for it," she said reproachfully, but quickly found that by following Thursday into her attack on the orderly she'd involved herself by default. The grasping arm of one of the man's comrades reached out for Rein, and she felt obliged to seize it and move it into a position that would discourage any further attempts to grab her. Or move at all, really.
Which, of course, only succeeded in attracting the attention of more nurses. With a mumbled "...please don't take this personally..." she shoved her captive at the first to approach her and followed him in swinging.
Well, it would be useful to see how effective a mass revolt during the day would be. As long as they didn't end up in that narrow band of not-quite-crushing success that might force the institute to unleash its full power on them.
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"Morning, Mr. Trevelyan," she returned just as cheerfully as she kneed the orderly in the groin for good measure. "Lovely day for a brawl, isn't it?"
It really was too bad their assault had attracted the attention of a flood of nurses, most of them wielding syringes. Thursday dropped her tray, landing a solid punch to the first nurse's jaw and sending her reeling back into the other nurses. A short distance away, she could hear Armand yelling for the other patients to join in - good for him.
Two more nurses approached, both bearing syringes. Thursday risked a glance back at her two allies. Rein seemed to be holding her own quite well, though she did look rather unhappy about it all. As for Alec, hopefully he had her back.
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There! Two nurses, armed, coming right for them! He re-adjusted his grip on the tray and swept up with the plastic shield, knocking the syringes out of their hands. He grinned. A deeply-ingrained phobia of syringes and sedatives came in handy sometimes.
Those were not the only nurses coming at them, however, and it was evident that eventually they would be crushed under the weight of numbers. Oh, but they would fight on 'til the end! He viciously chopped one of the still-standing and syringeless nurses in the neck, putting her down and out. A small part of him felt bad for it, but hey, their fault for making him a prisoner. Play with fire, you're going to get burned.
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It came as almost a relief when they finally managed to surround her and she was left with no choice but to fight like a Belkan.
Again the suddenness of her charge gave her an opening, and a series of well-aimed body blows left a second orderly on the floor. A third, trying to approach her from behind, stumbled back under a kick...
But it was to be her last effective attack. For the second the kick robbed her of her mobility she was vulnerable, and her remaining foe took good advantage of the opportunity to close in and grab one of her arms. The second she was restrained pair of nurses rushed in, one seizing her free arm to blunt its continued assault on the unfortunate orderly, and the second quickly injecting her with whatever all-purpose sedative it was that the Institute used to so effectively neutralize misbehaving patients.
She abruptly stopped her struggle and focused on trying to fight the drug, but it was no use and unconsciousness closed in.
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It was while Thursday was pummeling the next orderly that tried to restrain her that she caught a glimpse of brown, bushy hair at the next table over. It took a few seconds before she realized exactly whom she'd seen - and then when she did, she made the horrifically stupid mistake of hesitating to look again.
She gasped and stiffened as two syringes plunged instantly into her left arm. Pulling round to face the nurses responsible, she swung half-heartedly at one of them - but she'd turned her back on the orderly, and he restrained her with embarrassing ease.
The last thing that went through her mind before everything went dark was When the fuck did Hermione Granger get here?
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There! He biffed yet another orderly about the head with the tray, knocking him off-balance. Seizing the moment, Trevelyan discarded the lunch tray and leapt on his newest target, the spoon poised and ready to scoop his eyes out like sherbet. Fortunately for the orderly, the tide of the battle had well and truly turned now, and as Alec swung down, another orderly caught his hand and, after a bit of a fight, wrenched the spoon from his grip. Several nurses descended upon him, and three syringes jabbed into his arms.
Oh, bugger, he thought as the drug, whatever it was, ran right up to his brain and switched his awareness off.