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damned_institute2008-05-24 06:58 pm
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Entry tags:
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- ashton,
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- zexion,
- zoro
Day 32: Sun Room (4th Shift)
It was rare that Homura's nurse try to persuade him to a scheduled activity, but then, it was rare that Homura didn't go. But the demi-god had plans, and the poor woman had little other choice but to leave in a huff as he once again settled himself near the bulletin board in the Sun Room.
His conversation with Kenren the previous shift had left the demi-god with a lingering sense of anxiety. Perhaps it was something only those from his own world could do, but none the less, he was all the more ready for night to begin now. Goals and memories, the truth of his past and the possibility of the future: all thoughts lingering on the forefront of his mind, more than enough motivation to move forward.
Impatience was something of a rush for an immortal, he'd discovered. Homura liked the feeling, the excitement even before he had arrived in this prison. And now while he waited, he savored it again, a yearning that shone so much brighter than the boredom of Heaven.
[Waiting for History Club Q&A time.]
His conversation with Kenren the previous shift had left the demi-god with a lingering sense of anxiety. Perhaps it was something only those from his own world could do, but none the less, he was all the more ready for night to begin now. Goals and memories, the truth of his past and the possibility of the future: all thoughts lingering on the forefront of his mind, more than enough motivation to move forward.
Impatience was something of a rush for an immortal, he'd discovered. Homura liked the feeling, the excitement even before he had arrived in this prison. And now while he waited, he savored it again, a yearning that shone so much brighter than the boredom of Heaven.
[Waiting for History Club Q&A time.]
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Ashton found himself rather twitchy as he was led to the Sun Room. He'd kept to himself most of the day, doodling pictures of barrels in his notebook. Somehow he felt a little bit guilty about the previous night, as if his sleeping had somehow messed up the nightshift plans. Which it probably had. He hoped the Colonel would give him another assignment.
Right now he had to wait for his post-lunch date. Except it wasn't really a date, but it was a meeting with a girl, so... Ashton was a little nervous. He was generally nervous meeting new people anyway, but this was weird. They were about to discuss things he hadn't really wanted to talk in detail about for days.
But he had to be here for his fellow patients! He had to help in any way he could, right?!
The swordsman took a deep breath and popped down on the couch, tapping nimble toes in front of him in a steady rhythm. He had rhythm. He had music. He had his - well, that was certainly enough of that little tune, wasn't it.
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