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damned_institute2008-09-07 01:43 pm
mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com) wrote in damned_institute2008-09-07 01:43 pm
Day 35: Wicker Street
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The sound of the dog lead Sheena to a building on the corner of the street. Seeing the name of it and the animals in the windows, she giggled, imagining how if Colette was here they'd never be able to get her to leave. The sweet angel would insist on staying until she held and played with every single puppy in the plac eand given them all names.
She'd only been gone a day and already Sheena was missing the simple things she'd come to accept traveling with her companions. She put her hand to the window, smiling softly (if a little lonely) at the puppy that noticed her and started wagging tis tail and licking the glass right where her hand was.
[Awaiting a chance to run into a sweet-toothed warlord!]
The sound of the dog lead Sheena to a building on the corner of the street. Seeing the name of it and the animals in the windows, she giggled, imagining how if Colette was here they'd never be able to get her to leave. The sweet angel would insist on staying until she held and played with every single puppy in the plac eand given them all names.
She'd only been gone a day and already Sheena was missing the simple things she'd come to accept traveling with her companions. She put her hand to the window, smiling softly (if a little lonely) at the puppy that noticed her and started wagging tis tail and licking the glass right where her hand was.
[Awaiting a chance to run into a sweet-toothed warlord!]
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He turned off onto one of the streets, peering along it warily before heading up it. He heard barking from a little way along and spotted a woman standing next to a shop window looking rather forlorn. He didn't know if she was from the Institute or if she was one of the townspeople, but it didn't matter. Seeing a lady wearing an expression like that pricked at the instincts of a Blood male.
He approached her slowly, obviously, not wanting to be perceived as a threat by her and then came to her side, peering into the window at the puppies inside. "Is something amiss, Lady?"
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"Eeep!" She jumped a little and then fell back on her butt. Yeah, gereat ninja she was, not noticing the approach of some familiar... really good looking guy. Her eyes traveled up the man to his face before she realized exactly what their current positions gave him a really nice view of.
Turning bright red, Sheena clutched a hand to her gaping top and surged to her feet. "Umm... umm... Hi," she said, looking at the man's shoes as she tried to stop blushing.
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Allen was glad for the jacket he'd been given for the trip. There was a chill in the air that could cut right through a person. They passed a pet supply shop on the left and were coming up on another shop on the right. "I think I remember a restaurant at the end of the street," Allen mentioned. "But I don't really know much about the other shops."
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She pointed to a shop on the right with a large window full of colorful objects. Some of them were obviously dolls, or small cars, but others were beyond anything of which Rukia could conceive. Some of them even moved! Looking up at the sign, she read aloud, "Lil Tyke Toys. Huh."
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The pet store was definitely something to check out later, if she and Prince Charming hadn't escaped by then.
"So. Denmark. That was a monarchy, right? I assume yes, as you are a prince. It still is a monarchy, of course. Under a Queen. She has very bad dental hygiene."
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"What do you mean, tricks?" Wash went on. "Like...bunny out of a hat trick or is this a trick of a more disturbing and less fun type?"
It was probably the less fun type, wasn't it.
"I haven't seen anyone I know yet, but it's hard to tell for sure. Lots of people."
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"Have you been told yet about this place, about how they pretend we are crazy people with delusions of our real identities? Sometimes they go further than that. They produce people who look like our friends and family who spout nothing but the official stories. My true life is sad enough. The one they made up for me here is even worse."
Even walking the cold was starting to get to him. Armand shivered and started rubbing his arms.
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Sure enough the turn led right into Wicker Street according to the handy street sign that identified it as such. "Not bad.
"Let's hope you're wrong about the food. I'd hate to see you make that sour face all through lunch."
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The boy laughed again and pulled open the door to the restaurant.
(To here! (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/449885.html))
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Max turned onto Wicker Street and wandered up the sidewalk, casually glancing through the stores and buildings as she passed. Nothing stood out as particularly interesting or useful, and about halfway up the street, her stomach gave a low rumble, the small bagged breakfast having done little for her appetite.
Glancing at the map of town, she continued up the street, knowing there was a place up here somewhere she could get some food to hold her over the rest of the day. Maybe she could get some information out of the local residents while she was at it, too...
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Distracted by an autumn leaf on the ground (it was shaped a little like a two-headed stegosaurus), Wash's wandering nearly caused a collision. He stopped abruptly, just in time to keep himself from walking directly into the woman.
"Hi. Sorry. I wasn't..." He gestured. "Looking. Actually, I was looking, just not in front."
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The next street was as quiet as the first one and Celes lallygagged as she walked around quietly. Her boots clicked imperiously on the sidewalk as the little town began to wake more and more.
But despite how interesting (and only just) the street was, she was still hungry. Where was this, 'Twin Pines' place, anyway?
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This street seemed prone to more traffic, which was sensible, considering that it appeared to have more of the same sort of shops that he'd seen on Main Street, rather than being simply a passing road like the one he'd just walked down. Not crowded, but busy. He wondered how many patients would choose the free hamburger meal over at least an option at his own choice for a real meal, however quaint.
And quaint it appeared it would be, from the storefront. Vlad paused, glancing over some of the proud signs and articles on the windows. The best country fried steak he'd ever eaten? Really? Well, if that were the case, he certainly couldn't pass by such a landmark of culinary stature.
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Traveling down the new road--Wicker Street, the sign had said--Michiru was careful to take notice of as much as possible. Everything from the buildings and shops to the people running them. Most seemed friendly enough. Did they have no idea what was going on at Landel's? Or were they previous patients that had succumbed to the lies? Or even worse, were they working with the institution?
Michiru frowned and reached into her skirt pocket for the third time that morning, feeling the emptiness within. The familiar feeling of her henshin pen was gone and with it a certain sense of security. It wasn't until Ami had dispersed the assumption that Michiru was dead that the older senshi found its absence strange, even alarming. Some one at Landel's had it, but the fact that it was missing made her feel vulnerable. That wasn't a feeling that she was used to.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Michiru glanced up at the closest building. It seemed like a quaint, well-to-do restaurant. A quick look at her coupon book told her that she was eligible for a free meal at this establishment. The only problem was that she didn't have much of an appetite after hearing the true nature of this place...
[Lunch date with Kunzite~]
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Being away from the institute didn't hurt, either.
As the sun reached the apex of its path across the sky, Kunzite felt his stomach churn in protest of the meager 'meal' he had been given in the morning. Reaching into one of his side pockets, the swordsman found the coupon book; the very first one advertised food at "Twin Pines", and though he did not know what, precisely, that meant, he nevertheless asked for directions and soon found himself in front of a quaint building. One one of the large windows, a taped-up paper displayed a list of different meals, presumably the various meals the restaurant was able to provide. Kunzite looked over each one carefully, narrowing down his choices to three or four equally-delicious-sounding options.
The swordsman suddenly froze, then turned his head toward the green-haired girl now standing at the doorway. Who... he thought to himself, ...I...I cannot match her energy to anyone in particular, but...there's no doubt about it...she's a Sailor Senshi as well... Kunzite stood up straight for a moment; if Ami's attitude about her identity was any indication, this one might not want her secret divulged, either. I'll play it from a different angle for now...
"Excuse me," he said, turning to her with a smile and an extended hand. "Am I correct in assuming you are from Landel's, as well?"
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...that was right. Edgeworth had forgotten all about the little coupon book his nurse had given to him. He cursed his forgetfulness, then took it out of his pocket, flipping through it.
Well. That was convenient. There was a place right down the street. He disposed of the fast-food joint's coupon in a nearby trash can, then walked in the direction of Twin Pines.
[and finally, to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/449885.html).]
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By the time Phoenix thought to look up again from the sidewalk and actually get a sense of where we was wandering to, he found himself coming up on a mechanic's. A brief, mad vision of stealing a car flitted through his head for all of ten seconds, then he spotted yet another of the ever-present nurses sitting on a bench maybe ten yards away, filing her nails. Of course.
With a sigh, he kept walking eastward.
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Stepping out into the street, Archer scanned the area for the Twin Pines restaraunt. It wasn't that hard to find, after a little walking.
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"Which place are we going to?" If she remembered the last trip correctly, that meant there were two places to eat. She didn't really mind which one they went to, but she was still curious to know.
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Leaving the shop with a longing backwards glance, Rukia jogged back toward the intersection with Germaine Street.
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Meche started off down the street from the pet store, keeping an eye out for someplace where she and Yuna could eat. A couple of blocks later, she got lucky--that Twin Pines place was one of their options. And with all those newspaper clippings in the window, she was banking on the food being pretty good.
Either way, at least it would be warmer than outside.
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It was still cool outside, and perhaps even getting cooler, but Armand didn't mind so much now that he had eaten. Even if it had tasted awful, he knew it was fuel to keep his body warm and moving. He set off back down the street, vaguely in the direction he thought the buses were. He'd see who and what he could find along the way.
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It had been a simple enough choice to go along Wicker Street. It had a balance of fewer people than the one that ran perpendicular to the park, yet more than North Street, it's parallel entrance up ahead and utterly vacant. Near was aware that he couldn't avoid everyone if he wanted to adapt and succeed, but at the same time, he did need to give some nod to his preferences. Otherwise he could very well end up with a habit much worse than nail-biting.
The first store Near came to was of little interest. Dogs on display may see a great deal, but they couldn't communicate any of it, and that made them useless despite what an animal rights activist might think. Near only lingered a moment watching the puppies clamor over each other, then moved along down the street. He didn't like this sort of traveling, he decided. It was much better when someone like Commander Rester was with him.
The next store Near came to made him stop, however, even his asocial behaviors given lower consideration thanks to a single word in the sign. He wondered briefly if this was how Mello felt when he heard the sound of a wrapper being ripped away or Matt when he caught a whiff of nicotine, particularly in this place where their indulgences were utterly ignored. There were, logic dictated, better ways to be spending his time than drooling over things he had no means to buy or barter for.
But it was a toy store, and Near's ability to think went up by a significant percent when he was given such allowances. And there was a chance that if nothing else, they would have samples to be used. In reality, the chance was justified enough.
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This was more like it!
Yuffie couldn't help a quick grin as she glanced around, looking over the buildings and at the people who were passing by. It wasn't as crowded as the other street had been, but it was so much more interesting than the street she'd just left behind.
Unlike the other street, this one actually had stuff in it! It was amazing. Awesome. Unboring! Hopefully unboring, anyway.
The question still remained, though- what, exactly, was she going to do in this street? Yuffie tugged thoughtfully on one of the ears of her kitty-hat as she walked, other hand settled casually on her hip. She didn't have any money, and the coupons were for things like meals and pedicures, not shopping.
Not... shopping...
Well, she'd never been much of a shopper. Hiding a somewhat feral grin behind an easygoing smile, Yuffie decided upon her target.
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Miles looked around the small street while waiting on Phoenix to come out. "You would think if they were going to give us little coupon books to various establishments, they would also give us a map pointing out where they are," he muttered.
The good news was that the town really didn't seem as if it was all that big, so that meant they only had a few blocks each way to search. That, at least, made things easier.
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"Thanks," Phoenix murmured as he let the door swing shut behind him, putting his journal and pen back into his pocket. "So, where do you want to go? I don't remember seeing a bar on my way here, but I think there was a grocery store on Main street."
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The truth was that she regretted saying anything. Wally was older than she was, even if their experiences might not have been the same. He could handle himself, and even if he couldn't, he wasn't her responsibility.
Just like Usagi hadn't been her responsibility, and the Earth wasn't her responsibility, and the galaxy wasn't her responsibility, and each of those phage were...
This was all wrong. She wished they could go dancing, she needed to move. Or sing. Or play some really nicely violent sport. Or anything other than wandering around clinging to some man she'd just met, brooding silently.
"You are going to eat so much food in this restaurant." Finding the location with ease, she turned to openly glare at him. "Got that? I'm not hungry after my hamburger, I'll give you my ticket. I expect to be awed. Unless you're going to mope instead. You wouldn't let a lady who's expecting to be impressed down like that, would you, Mr. West?" Her words were a bit flowery, but her pose was outright threatening, suggesting she might try swinging at him if he disappointed.
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He almost asked why Seiya hadn't tried contacting her friends, before he remembered that she was pretty certain she was on another world. In her place (which he may very well be, though he didn't want to admit it) he wouldn't have a clue how to get in contact with the League or anyone else he knew. And he'd been to alternate dimensions twice already. He settled for pulling his arm out from hers to wrap her in a brief hug. "So neither of us'll give up. After all, there's got to be some way out of here, right?"
However he hadn't expected the sudden personality change when they finally found the restaurant. Wally's eyes widened in surprised and he half-raised his arms defensively as Seiya rounded on him. He'd never had anyone demanding that he eat a lot before. It was giving him a bizarre form of performance anxiety and he found himself wondering if his appetite was really going to be all that impressive. "Yes! I mean, no! I won't! I mean, thank you?" He looked around desperately, wondering if he should try running away or just go along with Seiya's aggressive insistence that he eat.
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Kenshin had been in a wheelchair and rather heavily drugged the last time he'd been through this way, but he thought he remembered it well enough. If memory served--and he sincerely hoped it did--the other restaurant with the slightly more palatable food would be...over there!
"Sano, this way!"
[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/449885.html)!]