Day 35: Bus 2

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Wally woke as the intercom crackled to life and was surprised to find himself back in his room. The last thing he'd remembered was feeling relieved at finally beating off those dragonfly-lizard things. There'd been that weird intercom message, then... he wasn't quite sure what had happened after that, but he was certain it hadn't involved falling asleep. He'd be half-wondering if he'd dreamed the whole thing if it hadn't been for the nagging ache on his back and ankle from where he'd been bitten. A quick check revealed they'd been bandaged, apparently while he'd slept. He wondered if he had Kal to thank for that. Maybe he'd get the chance to ask later.

He jumped as the door swung open to admit the familiar face of the nurse who'd woken him yesterday. "Up already, are we?" she said cheerfully as she busied herself pulling out clothes. A blue shirt and a pair of jeans were passed to him. Wally blinked, he hadn't been here long, but he'd gotten the impression that the grey-and-smiley-face combo was standard.

"Does this mean I'm being released?" he asked, hope creeping into his voice.

The nurse turned back to him, pity etched on her features. "I'm afraid not, dear." She smiled brightly as she continued, "but today's when all the patients get a special field trip into town! Won't that be a treat!"

Wally stared at the clothes, his mind working away. He'd been trying to get into town and to a phone last night before he'd been attacked. But if they were going in today, this might be the perfect chance for him to contact the Justice League. He smiled warmly and thanked the nurse as she left to allow him to change, then happily allowed himself to be led to one of the buses, picking a seat about halfway down and sliding in to look out the window. It seemed like today was going to be brighter than yesterday, at least in the area of possible phone calls and rescues. About the only dark patch he could see was that the contents of his paper-bag breakfast were going to be nowhere near enough to fill the yawning pit that had taken the place of his stomach, and even that was tolerable when he was positive he wasn't going to be here much longer.

"And you say that time goes rushing by, but it seems so slow to me, and you see a blur around you fly, but it takes too long, it seems so slow to me..." he sung absently.

[Oh Captain, my Captain~]

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Tokito did not like this place. Last night had been a whole lot of nothing, which was frustrating. Safe, but frustrating. And now he was being dragged out to some town full of more strangers. Also, what the fuck was up with the clothes (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41fL3rBg63L._SS500_.jpg) they gave him? Some kinda weird pseudo-army thing? Nice to have a hat, though, so he could pull it down over his eyes. If he didn't make eye contact, maybe people would leave him alone. He missed Tokyo, weirdly enough.

And the bus was full. Tokito could have sworn he didn't take very long getting dressed, but the bus was already so full he'd have to sit next to somebody, instead of by a window. Nervously, but trying not to show it, Tokito picked the most normal looking guy he could find to sit next to.

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Given they were on the bus, Angel hadn't expected to be alone for any length of time, so he wasn't surprised to find someone taking seat next to him. His well of potential topics to bring up was starting to run dry. Not that it'd been all the full in the first place.

Still, he didn't want to be...cold, or anything. He should probably say something.

He smiled briefly. "Field trip, huh," he commented.

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Kubo-chan could probably have ignored the guy once he started trying to make conversation, but while Tokito wanted to avoid contact with other people as much as he could, he wasn't quite willing to be a total asshole for no reason. Slouching a little lower in the seat, he opened up the brown bag and started poking around to see what was in it, not quite ignoring the other guy but buying himself a few seconds to come up with a reasonably polite answer. Not his best thing, being polite. "Uhm. Yeah, to town or something."

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Okay. Not much of a conversationalist either. Angel might've left things alone after that, but his gaze landed for a brief second on the boy's right hand. That was interesting. Somehow, he didn't think it was a fashion statement.

"Did something attack you last night?"

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Tokito stiffened and tucked his gloved hand into a pocket. That was going to make eating breakfast more awkward, but he didn't want this nosy asshole getting too good a look at his hand. "No. Didn't run into anything but some jerk with a sword. Guy didn't want some newbies around, but whatever, he could have just left."

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Yeah. Interesting.

"You just arrived?" Angel said, glancing briefly out the window. Generic scenery and nothing more. Why was he not surprised? He supposed it was too much to ask for a landmark of some sort. Or a flashing neon sign.

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The change of topics was a good thing, as far as Tokito was concerned, and it wasn't like he was afraid to admit he just got here. As long as no one asked any questions about his past or his hand, he was cool with most anything. Probably. Okay, not the "experiments" talk. That was bad too. "Yeah. Yesterday morning I woke up in this dump."

"Hey. Have you seen a guy... his name is Kubota and he looks kinda like this..." Tokito squinted and used his good hand to pull down the outside corner of one eye a little, simulating the shadows under Kubo-chan's eyes. He did his best impression of Kubo-chan's usual bored, cold look and added, "He smokes a lot and has a bad temper."

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Angel smiled faintly. That was a new way of describing someone.

He shook his head. "No, sorry." Smokes a lot and a bad temper, huh? Might as well be Spike. God, that was a bad thought.

"He a friend?"

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"Yeah." Friend was close enough, or at least as much as Tokito was willing to explain to strangers. "I hope he doesn't show up while I'm gone. He'd tear the place down looking for me." Even though they were evil and had kidnapped him, Tokito almost felt sorry for the nurses if they ran into a pissed off Kubo-chan.