http://hismastersdance.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hismastersdance.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-11-24 06:55 am

Day 37: Sun Room

Joe had read some of the larger notes stuck up on the bulletin board when the announcement came on the intercom. All things considered, this Landel guy didn't even seem so bad. Even if these people were held here against their will, he was certainly nice about it.

Apparently, the new patients - including Joe - were to hang around in the Sun Room or go to Arts and Crafts with the kids. Well, there was plenty of information on the board, including maps and descriptions of monsters, for Joe to prepare for the nighttime, when he could seriously get going on fighting his way out. He could look for where the boss would probably be waiting, or where his V-watch might be, and figure out how to fight the monsters. In fact, he had plenty of time to work all that out... but this the first time he'd had to really relax since he got his powers. So it couldn't possibly hurt to enjoy the calm period, could it?

The red-head stepped back from the board, and hopped back onto a comfy-looking couch to digest in the sunlight. He reached up to pull his cap down, and sighed when he realized it wasn't there. "Oh well, nothing's perfect. I still wouldn't call this hell."

[free!]

[identity profile] jei.livejournal.com 2008-11-27 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
"You're very entertaining." Farfarello set to tidying the boy's hair, putting it into some sort of order. What a mess. The chaotic mop certainly didn't do anything to dispel his aura of weakness. "It's very rare to encounter someone so very meek. I wonder, is your spine really made of bone like everyone else's?"

[identity profile] mitase.livejournal.com 2008-11-27 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Now this? This was weirder. First the guy was all creepy and scary (and, well, still was) and now he was trying to fix Hanatarou's hair? Like he actually cared what it looked like?

The healer winced a little and sighed, but didn't bother trying to duck away or anything. There wasn't really much point in it; again, it didn't hurt him, and maybe it would get this person to go away faster if he didn't argue. "M-most people don't, ah, pay me any attention," he replied, with a hesitant sort of smile, his tone almost a suggestion.