http://whiny-egomaniac.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] whiny-egomaniac.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-04-05 02:35 pm

Day 40: Lunch

*hobble wobble*

"Damn that SCOURGE!" Starscream cried out, the slowly-filling cafeteria producing a jarring echo of his raspy voice. His limping, already bad enough from not knowing how to properly use his crutches, was now exacerbated from the injuries he'd received the shift prior. Despite the gauges in his non-casted leg so lovingly provided by the aforementioned 'patient', Starscream could still put some weight on it, but not so much that he could really stop and rest; relieving the soreness under his arms was out of the question. The nurse that walked behind him with his tray, already upset at having to deal with yet another troublesome inmate, was growing rather impatient as his charge slowly made his way down the food line.

"Just...give me a standard serving of the aquatic creature's flesh, some of those fried potato slices, two bananas, and three bottles of juice," Starscream sighed, his anger from just a moment ago assuaged by the physical exertion needed to move the way he did. "I'm going to sit down here...bring it to me when you're done."

He was hardly surprised to find that one of the bananas was completely bruised along its inner curve, or that the handful of 'chips' on his plate were all on the small side. Tired and frustrated as he was, however, he could barely muster a 'damned flesh-creature' before moving his fingers to the plate, picking one of the longer 'chips' and shoving it into his mouth listlessly.

There was an unusually high concentration of sodium chloride crystals on it. Of COURSE.

[For Tony Stark]

[identity profile] oober-tracker.livejournal.com 2009-04-06 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that was a warm welcome. Not that Diego had been expecting one - he really hadn't been expecting anything back at all - but still. "Name's Diego," he answered, dropping the food for a moment and looking his new eating companion up and down. "What happened to you?" Did it have something to do with what that woman was talking about?

[identity profile] haplesstracker.livejournal.com 2009-04-06 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Scourge folded his fingers back and then jabbed at his own arm with his forefinger, miming the plunge of a needle. "Got stuck by something off the nurses," he said quietly, trying not to mumble. "Sedative. It's messin' with me a bit."

He popped the chip in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully on it. "I'll get better."

[identity profile] oober-tracker.livejournal.com 2009-04-06 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Diego frowned, watching the completely alien motion. "What's a sedative?" he asked, glancing warily at the women around the room. He'd never seen them as any more than annoying yet harmless, and he'd never learned anything to contradict that. If they could actually attack you, he wanted to know everything about it.

[identity profile] haplesstracker.livejournal.com 2009-04-07 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gets you tired and sleepy." Scourge goes for another chip, his movements still sluggish. He didn't have the presence of mind to be on his guard or try pumping this one for information. Besides, he sounded more confused than Scourge.

"They give it t'you if you get violent. And I did." With a tired smirk, he holds up one of his hands, palm up, showing off the little bloodstains under his pink nails.