ext_201968 ([identity profile] whiteychan.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-02-09 03:17 am

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]

[identity profile] heartofrevenge.livejournal.com 2008-02-14 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, it was like Marcus didn't know Nakago at all! But of course he didn't; they hadn't even met prior to this. However, Nakago didn't get involved in petty squabbles such as this. He had seen such ridiculous fights break out in poorly controlled prisons, after all. Prisoners were quickly subdued and then everyone else went about their business soon afterwards.

"If our jailers went to great lengths to obtain us, I highly doubt they would let us go so easily," he pointed out, although he did set down his teacup and eyeing the man curiously.

[identity profile] zeus-incarnate.livejournal.com 2008-02-14 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"They'll probably just sedate us. There isn't much else to do during the day anyway," Marcus followed up his earlier attack with a punch to the face that broke the man's nose and sent him stumbling back, however, an orderly and a nurse quickly took his place.

"Might as well give them a little trouble for everything they're putting us through."

[identity profile] heartofrevenge.livejournal.com 2008-02-14 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"This may be true," he admitted. However, what was there to gain? Fighting the healers like this would give him nothing useful for when it really mattered at night. And, besides, if there wasn't anything useful to gain out of it, why bother? "However, I see no point in it when we will clearly be subdued."