damned_institute | Day 40: Recreational Field

Kio's breakfast ended on a much happier note than it had started. However, for once the announcement truly surprised him. He blinked as his nurse came to pick him up. Recreational Field? But.. but if they had a greenhouse, he wanted to go there. The prospect of gardening was a truly liberating one, an island of joy in this hellhole. He thought about going to the Sun Room and lying down, but it occurred to him that he hadn't had proper fresh air since being here. With a cheery goodbye wave to Honey, he followed his torturer outside.

It was much better than he had expected. The sun wasn't too hot (what time of the year were they in, anyway?), so he walked slowly along the walls, fascinated by the size of the field. He wondered if Sou-chan was alright. He hadn't even checked the board. Well, if Soubi wanted to apologize, Kio would be willing to listen. The place was so crisp and clean. He had to think if anyone had ever gone over the walls. What was out there? Freedom? Or a different sort of monster?

Leaning against one of the walls, Kio took as much advantage of the sun as he could. He desperately wanted a lollipop. One was quietly nestled in his pocket, but he would need to wait until the nurses were busy with other patients before he tried anything. Soubi had gone to some trouble to get them, the least he could do was make sure they didn't get confiscated. So with bated breath, Kio waited for a shift in the mood. He was, for once, content. Not happy, but not going crazy either.

[Sou-chan! Team Loveless deploy!]

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"Why would you want to stay there then?" Yuuhi asked curiously, pausing for a moment from playing with the grass to give Harvey his full attention. Most people didn't stay somewhere if they didn't like it. Unless they had to or something.

"If it gets bad, you could move to a new place, couldn't you?"

Trying to explain that his disdain for the city was a very recent thing would be hard to get into without having to give out more details than he was comfortable with, and so Harvey quickly searched for another response.

"It didn't used to be like that," he said, though that was mainly a lie. Gotham had been corrupt since he was a kid, and it had been growing up in that kind of environment that had led to him wanting to practice law. Not that it had done him much good in the end, but that was how it had gone.

He didn't want the subject to stay on him, but he didn't want Fai thinking that he had any interest in his insane ideas either. It left him without much to say, and so he knew it would be his own fault if he got asked more probing questions.

It was sad to say that he knew exactly what that was like, but as usual, he kept it to himself. Saying anything about his home world would only make a mess of things. He knew how it was though, to love one's home, then find that it'd become something terrible in what felt like the blink of an eye.

"Mm, that's really too bad. Things never seem to stay the way we want them to," he sent the man a sad sort of smile and shrugged his thin shoulders as he sat back up.

"Maybe it won't seem so bad to go back after you've been in a place like this. At least, it sure feels that way some days.."

Harvey knew for a fact that he would rather be in Gotham than here. At least then he would have freedom and access to the people he wanted to exact revenge on. Here, his anger was just going to build up until it became impossible to handle, and Batman's possible presence had been one of the things he'd been holding onto as an outlet for that anger. But he had been cut off from his clue in to where the vigilante was hiding, which meant he was back to square one.

Square one was apparently talking to the insane patient population and being terrorized by unexplainable visions. Harvey honestly didn't feel like he was coming off a bad high, but he hadn't been able to find any other explanations.

"It's definitely preferable to this place," he said with a nod. Anyone who would rather stay here than go home (wherever that might be) had to be insane. But it might be that very sentiment that had delayed any possibility of escape. If he was one of the only people actively trying to get out, then it was going to take a lot longer. On the other hand, people wouldn't go out at night for any other reason, would they?

It was around that point that the intercom went off -- it was slightly harder to hear when out on the field, but Harvey didn't have to listen to know the gist of what was being said. It was lunch time, which meant being around more food that he refused to eat. Harvey got up and nodded to Fai before heading back toward the building.

Day 40: Recreational Field

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