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damned_institute2008-05-24 06:58 pm
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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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Hijikata had not appreciated the idea of a 'music room.' Sure, some of the people here might be musically trained; but even in a room full of musicians, everyone playing something different would just lead to cacophany.
And this place made his head hurt badly enough.
He was pleased to note, when he reentered the Sun Room, that Souji was already here; so was Homura, talking to him, and two other men he didn't recognize. Well, he would leave them to their conversation for now. Those were probably the new recruits that Homura had mentioned.
Instead, he scanned the room for any other way to occupy his time. Most of the others seemed to have formed their little groups already, talking about the weather, or the food, or what they planned to kill tonight. He could always nap on a couch, but with nerves keyed up and waiting for the night, a rest didn't appeal.
He was pleased to spot, at last, someone who wasn't busy. A boy, frail build obvious even under the baggy Western clothes all of them were forced to wear; but the look of concentrated fury he was half-hiding sparked Hijikata's approval. Without anything better to do, he walked towards the youth.
"Waiting for someone?"
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Hisoka glanced up as the other man approach, reminding himself not to bite back a bitter response since he didn't know who was responsible for this mess--and snarling never really worked well in the past anyway. The boy shook his head and eyed the other man for a moment, something about him reminded him of the man back in Kyoto (which wasn't all that thrilling, to be honest).
"I don't really know anyone here," He replied, gesturing to the couch in silent invitation. That is, if sitting was what the guy came over here for.
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Conversation, at least, couldn't hurt.
"Are you new?" he asked, somewhat curious. The other possibility was that the boy had simply failed to get acquainted with anyone here. Given his reserve, Hijikata supposed the odds were about even.