http://captain-hunam.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] captain-hunam.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-02-23 11:49 am

Day 30: Cafeteria, Dinner

The cafeteria was all but empty when Zelnick got there. He was a little disappointed; he had gotten the impression that patients usually ate dinner in their rooms, so he hadn't arranged to meet anyone, and there really wasn't anyone to sit by and engage in conversation yet.

Quietly, he collected dinner and a big glass of orange juice, and chose a seat near the food-serving counters. Talking for so long had made him thirsty... and, well, fruit juice was a luxury he had missed.

[Stalk away, my dearest Admiral. <3 ]

[identity profile] black-ageha.livejournal.com 2008-02-24 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah..." Strangely enough, this man's words made some sense. Kikyo never really believed that Shion's idealisitc words were anything but lofty bullshit disguised as philosophy. Someone who had lived in the world as much as Shion had should have known better.

There was analytical smart, and then there was street smart. John, he suspected, had the latter.

"No need to over-analyze at all. The problem with chronic lies is that you forget which was which," Kikyo said, arching an eyebrow. "It's always possible to speak what is true and still reveal nothing."

[identity profile] i-slay-giants.livejournal.com 2008-02-24 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do plenty of that as well," Jack grinned, thinking of that silly Fabletown law that forbid him to say much of anything. He was a traitor to them now anyhow, so why did he continue to follow their rules? Some habits were hard to break, though he had never followed it too closely to begin with.

"You got a confession to make?" He arched an eyebrow at Kikyo suggestively.

[identity profile] black-ageha.livejournal.com 2008-02-25 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Me, a confession?" The expression that had been rather annoyed turned slightly more toward amusement.

It was a preposterous notion that Kikyo would reveal anything of his heart to anybody. And even if he could, there was nothing to be gained from confessing a thing. Usually guilt or shame went hand in hand with any sort of confession, and neither word was part of his vocabulary.

"What an unlikely thing to ask. What could you mean by it?" he grinned.