ext_203323: Malcolm Jamieson as Armand St. Just in The Scarlet Pimpernel looking down while outside with a tree in background (Default)
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] intoindra.livejournal.com 2008-12-08 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, and that was the question of the moment, now wasn't it? Roland wasn't sure if this detective-reporter would believe him or not, but it seemed like he'd accepted what had been said earlier, so why not continue to go with it? Besides, it wasn't like saying such things would compromise Roland's darker secrets.

"Actually, my world is mostly uninhabitable. Any normal person who tries to venture to the surface is petrified by malignant data caused by solar radiation. Just seeing greenery outside tells me that this isn't my world."