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Armand St. Just ([identity profile] secret-orchard.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-12-02 10:50 am

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]

[identity profile] officer-leon.livejournal.com 2008-12-04 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon raised an eyebrow at the other man. "Of course I can see you." What the hell kind of question was that?

"And the deal is that you're in a fake mental institution where they tell you you're someone else, and at night the place is full of monsters and they experiment on the patients." Leon had already gone through this song and dance once today. He wondered if he looked particularly knowledgeable or something. Why else would new patients keep flocking to him?

[identity profile] bored-todeath.livejournal.com 2008-12-04 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thought so," Ryuk nodded, sagely. He wasn't about to go into his reasons for asking such a question having read enough snippets of the bulletin. He'd sort of drifted in and out. Here he was, human for some reason and....it was still so much hassle to read some of that stuff. He wanted direct answers.

And he got them but they still didn't make sense.

"Huh. So...why's that?" Was he really going to have to face L? He wasn't answering any questions from that little laws-of-the-universe defying brat, but if anyone knew what was going on, the super genius should have a good idea, right?

[identity profile] officer-leon.livejournal.com 2008-12-04 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why're we here?" Leon clarified. "Hell if I know. None of us do. The guy in charge, Landel, sounds normal during the day, taunts people over the intercom at night. There's apparently a group of people outside the patients who are working against him." He shrugged. "You'll find out very quickly that there aren't many here who really know what's going on. Some people have been able to piece together things, but there isn't much information." And from what he'd been hearing in conversations lately, the one group with information was rapidly falling apart.

[identity profile] bored-todeath.livejournal.com 2008-12-04 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like a lot of hard work," Ryuk sighed. "Well...guess it's something to do?" He looked around. "There IS stuff to do, right?" Or did he have to try and pet kitties all day? He supposed cats were ok. Sometimes.

Ryuk looked at the guy's name. He'd been tempted to assume this place and all the people were something to do with the whole Kira thing. But the bulletin board was saying otherwise, really. Unless everyone here and died because of the Death Note.

"What do you think of Kira?" Everyone on their goddamn planet knew that name.