Day 37: Sun Room

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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!]

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More often than not it was a blessing that Rude wasn't vert expressive. This was one of those occasions. The man in front of him was a Detective? Trained in firearms and explosives? Well, he supposed he'd seen dumber people left in charge of these things.

Rude didn't know a whole lot about the experiments but the guy had been upstairs and seemed willing. So that was good. Rude nodded, as he thought to himself.

"What's your name?" he finally asked, makin a few notes on a new page of his journal.

[showtime-matsu.livejournal.com]

No comment on it, no change in expression, no nothing. Man, was this guy's face frozen like that, or what?

"Matsuda," he replied after a moment, watching the shades guy write down a few more notes. Looked like he was wanting some help, and just didn't really know how to say it, or something like that. That was good, though, wasn't it? This was getting the conversation going the right way, right?

"What about you?"

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Despite the way the guy had energetically burst into Rude's day, he was actually proving to be bearable. Not too chatty or inquisitive. Wait, what that his game? Some sort of super genius detective who played dumb? Hm.

He considered giving a fake name, even thye one the Institute had given him, but he refused to address himself as 'Leslie', even if he was one of the few people who could get away with the name. Once he's slapped a few bitches for laughing at it and made an example of them.

"Rude. You got any plans tonight?"

[showtime-matsu.livejournal.com]

That was...quite a name. Seriously, who named their kid Rude? Even if it...kinda fit him, what with how terse he was. And expressionless. Okay, so maybe he actually sorta fit his name, but Matsuda had to wonder if it had something to do with being called that growing up.

Then again, he looked like the kind of guy who could deal and move on. Maybe it was the shades, which just looked cool. He wasn't impossible to talk to, at least, but maybe that was because Rude was actually talking back.

"Not yet, I don't," he replied. "You want some help?"

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Hm. No comment about the name, but Rude could see it in the man's face. The whole 'what bastard parents he must have had'. There were two looks, you see. The one of pity and confusion which meant the wearer blamed the parents. And then there was a the cautious 'should I shit my pants' look in which the wearer was certain it was a nickname gained after a terrible life of crime and delinquency.

Truth was, his parents were bastards but it was his body type that made HIM one. He'd always been a big kid, made sense to bulk up.

But should he let Matsuda in on this shit? Reno had been pretty useless last night, but Elena was in good working order, as far as he could make out. Still, didn't hurt to have an extra pair of helping hands. Matsuda was interesting enough without being annoying.

"Sure. I need to find more equipment. Meet me by the stairs next to the Entrance Hall."

He'd give the guy a trial run then send him out alone maybe. In return...ah, Rude could test spare an explosion or two.