Armand St. Just (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
secret-orchard.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
damned_institute2008-12-02 10:50 am
secret-orchard.livejournal.com) wrote in damned_institute2008-12-02 10:50 am
Entry tags:
- adelheid,
- allelujah,
- anise,
- armand,
- artemis,
- blitzwing,
- brennan,
- captain america,
- celes,
- chidori,
- citan,
- daredevil,
- dean winchester,
- eddie brock,
- elle,
- forte,
- frey,
- guy,
- hanatarou,
- hanekoma,
- haseo,
- hokuto,
- homura,
- indiana jones,
- joshua,
- keman,
- ken,
- kenshin,
- kimberly,
- kratos,
- leon kennedy,
- leon magnus,
- lord recluse,
- luxord,
- matsuda,
- mello,
- mikami,
- miku,
- mitsuru,
- nightcrawler,
- renamon,
- roland,
- rubedo,
- ryuk,
- sanzo,
- shiki,
- shinichi,
- siegfried,
- skuld,
- sora,
- sousuke,
- statesman,
- subaru,
- tokito,
- tony castaway,
- toph,
- valyn,
- willow,
- yue,
- yukari
Day 37: Sun Room (4th Shift)
There were still too many things on Armand's mind for him to truly relax. The morning with Alec had been a help. And seeing that TK was going to be well helped him know that it was time to work out something else, but what? He'd already, without success again, tried to reach one of the club leaders about his sole idea of something new and different. Maybe it was hopeless.
There was no way he was going to play with paper and glue like a small child, and he glared at the nurse as best he could until she gave up on the idea. There was a free chair in the Sun Room--in fact, there were many free chairs--where he settled down to see what the new patients looked like. Prisoners, not patients. He felt bad that he had to remind himself. Even if he was crazy, he wasn't going to give in to Dr. Landel's game, not today. He nibbled on an overgrown cuticle and kept an eye on the room. No dozing today.
[for Citan]
There was no way he was going to play with paper and glue like a small child, and he glared at the nurse as best he could until she gave up on the idea. There was a free chair in the Sun Room--in fact, there were many free chairs--where he settled down to see what the new patients looked like. Prisoners, not patients. He felt bad that he had to remind himself. Even if he was crazy, he wasn't going to give in to Dr. Landel's game, not today. He nibbled on an overgrown cuticle and kept an eye on the room. No dozing today.
[for Citan]
no subject
Jesus H Christ, speak of the devil.
He turned toward her with narrowed eyes. She looked annoyingly perky. Brock wasn't sure if he really was going to shove her off the couch but he couldn't deny it was really tempting.
"And we're talking why?" he asked. Elle was the only person to actually hurt him, really hurt him, and not just stab him in places he could heal easily from. He found himself leaning back a little from her instinctively, as if distance would even matter, the symbiote wanting nothing more than to just wipe her out before she could come at them again. She was a far bigger threat than Harry or Logan in their minds.