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] quickdrawbkiddo.livejournal.com 2008-11-28 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I see." Gin's response and lack of definite feeling one way or the other told Beatrix a lot. "You appear to care little one way or another. From my observations, it'll be interesting if it can recover given how many it has already lost. I do hope you don't find yourself on the wrong end of the situation over there."

She gave Gin a faint smile. "That would be unfortunate."

[identity profile] traitors-smile.livejournal.com 2008-11-28 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Gin preferred it if people didn't know which way his feelings went, what he liked, what he didn't. If they didn't know him, they couldn't know his motives and they couldn't know his weaknesses. It was as simple as that.

"Don't make much difference to me darlin'. There's more n' enough clubs here t' go 'round. I ain't much for leadin', so it's easiest for me t'help out in a group." A lie perhaps, but how were they to know that? And should the Arts and Crafts group dissolve, well, it would leave him with more options as well as more problems. Turning this place into a war zone and causing the patients to fight one another would certainly be interesting, though probably only be useful in entertaining the good doctor.