Kunzite was much more groggy this morning than he had been since his first day at Landel's. Sadly, he had a very good sense as to why that was. Leaping out of his bed, he tossed the sheets aside, flipped over the mattress, peered under the bed...nothing. No cape, no uniform...and no sword. I attacked those humans under orders from Landel, he snarled, pounding the ground angrilly, and I don't get to keep any of my equipment? What are they playing at?
With a slow stumble he stood, looking to the door as his nurse appeared - as usual, with that disgusting smile - bearing a pile of folded clothes and some shoes. "It's time for the bus ride for Doylton, Mr. Stevens! We hope this outfit works for you." He laid it on the desk, then looked at the bed with a chuckle. "Rough night, huh? We'll make sure the nurses get that ready for you by dinner tonight." At that he left, leaving Kunzite to don the new clothes.
White, long-sleeved turtleneck, khaki slacks, and white loafers...it's as if they're mocking me, he said, pulling his hair into a ponytail as he followed a number of patients out the doors of the facility and onto one of the buses parked out front. Kunzite was handed a brown paper bag as he reached his seat; inside was a small bag of apple slices, a muffin, and a small box with a straw attached to the side. He broke pieces off of the muffin and chewed slowly, impatient for this "trip" to start.
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Kunzite was much more groggy this morning than he had been since his first day at Landel's. Sadly, he had a very good sense as to why that was. Leaping out of his bed, he tossed the sheets aside, flipped over the mattress, peered under the bed...nothing. No cape, no uniform...and no sword. I attacked those humans under orders from Landel, he snarled, pounding the ground angrilly, and I don't get to keep any of my equipment? What are they playing at?
With a slow stumble he stood, looking to the door as his nurse appeared - as usual, with that disgusting smile - bearing a pile of folded clothes and some shoes. "It's time for the bus ride for Doylton, Mr. Stevens! We hope this outfit works for you." He laid it on the desk, then looked at the bed with a chuckle. "Rough night, huh? We'll make sure the nurses get that ready for you by dinner tonight." At that he left, leaving Kunzite to don the new clothes.
White, long-sleeved turtleneck, khaki slacks, and white loafers...it's as if they're mocking me, he said, pulling his hair into a ponytail as he followed a number of patients out the doors of the facility and onto one of the buses parked out front. Kunzite was handed a brown paper bag as he reached his seat; inside was a small bag of apple slices, a muffin, and a small box with a straw attached to the side. He broke pieces off of the muffin and chewed slowly, impatient for this "trip" to start.