Day 35: Bus 2

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

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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[tyki-pon.livejournal.com]

Silver. White. Not much of a difference, at least not to Tyki. It still was a pretty weird hair color to be born with, though. But whatever.

"Right." He glanced at the other man from behind his glasses for a moment, looking thoughtful for a moment. Most people would apologize for asking, but the Noah had met plenty of people who had never knew their parents. Being orphaned himself from birth, he never understood why people apologized for something like that.

"I'm Tyki."

[adevilmaycry.livejournal.com]

If nothing else, this guy was persistently sociable. Dante could be sociable too, and even though he didn't particularly feel like it, sulking was a one-way ticket to Boredom County so he'd better start putting his attention away from the blank fields of out there and focus on the weirdoes inside the bus.

"Name's Dante." He jerked a thumb at his chest assertively. "I'm also the Captain of the Really-Fucking-Pissed boat right now, so unless you can exlain why I was attacked by mutant cats or give me a worse story, I'm going to try and eat this crappy food without gagging."

[tyki-pon.livejournal.com]

Tyki had kind-of already noticed Dante's bad mood. Not that it had stopped him.

"Mutant cats now too, huh? Well, this ain't a monster-infested asylum for nothing I guess." Tyki answered. "Why we're here? Beats me. I haven't met anyone who knew." That or they collectively decided not to tell him.

"Maybe the guy in charge doesn't have anything better to do." Not love, but boredom could make people do strange things.

[adevilmaycry.livejournal.com]

Dante snerked.

"If someone's in charge, they're doing a really shit-poor job of keeping things together." He sighed deeply.

"Maybe there'll be a weapon shop in this town, too. I dunno, do mental patients need a license to own a firearm?"

[tyki-pon.livejournal.com]

"Well, there's a head doctor." Tyki announced. "It's the guy on the intercom." The Noah couldn't say he was all that interested in that man's ramblings, though.

As for weapon shops...
"You can always try to steal knives from a restaurant." Tyki announced, as if it was very normal to do such a thing. It was for a vagabond, at least. It seemed easier to accomplish than trying to find a story selling weapons in all shapes and sizes - and somehow sneaking it back into the institute.

[adevilmaycry.livejournal.com]

Dante laughed, loudly.

"Knives?" He grinned widely. "It would be offensive to demon hunters everywhere if one was witnessed brandishing a steak knife. Come on. Maybe I can't get a good sword, like anything forged in Hell, but if I can get something better than a cooking utensil, that'll be just fine."

He shook his head, silver hair falling in his eyes.

"This place sucks. I need a drink when we get there, too."

[tyki-pon.livejournal.com]

"Oi, it's better than nothin' right?" Tyki had to admit that cooking utensils were a bit lame, especially compared to the Tease. He could change those butterflies in large throwing-blade if he wanted to, which were a lot more fun to play with than a kitchen knife. But his white side was supposed to pass for a 'normal' human, so killer butterflies simply wouldn't be mentioned in this conversation.

But Dante's comment still caught his attention. Offensive to demon hunters? The Noah titled his head in curiosity. "Are you a demon, then?"

[adevilmaycry.livejournal.com]

Dante yawned.

"Half and half, you know. Good for coffee, but bad mix for a hunter. It's always 'you smell like humans' or 'you're not even a complete demon' this or that. Eventually I start telling people I just don't goddamn know. Nice way to meet girls though, sayin' I'm half-demon." He laughed again.

"I am going to go stir-crazy if this busride lasts any longer." He stood up in front of his seat and started stretching and jogging in place before flopping down again.

"So fucking bored."