Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

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]

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[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

SubZero saw the kid get stuck with a needle out of the corner of his eye, but didn't have time to give him much thought as he spun around to shoot an ice blast at an oncoming nurse. There was a burst of painful cold in his hands but no ice blast forthcoming.

Well, that had worked at night, so perhaps whatever kept their powers down was stronger during the day.

Instead he had to punch an orderly with slightly numb hands while the nurse closed in on him.

[on-my-face.livejournal.com]

Suddenly the orderly released his grip on Zuko, but his legs felt like jelly and everything was going hazy. He stumbled into the table and grabbed a tray, hurling it in the direction of orderly's face while he could still see where the target was, and promptly felt himself sliding down to the ground as everything went dark.