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] fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com 2009-04-06 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Great!" Kurt said, trying to hide the small, worried stutter in his voice. Maybe Matt just hadn't been thinking about it, but Logan was there. Maybe... Kurt didn't exactly know how Matt's hearing worked yet.

"Umm..." he craned his neck over the crowd. "Ah, there's a seat over this way!" he said brightly, and began moving (maybe a little slower than was ultimately necessary...) towards the empty space. He sat down.

"The food's greasy today," Kurt observed, prodding the fish with his fork. "But I still don't know if I would eat it."

[identity profile] paper-murdock.livejournal.com 2009-04-06 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Matt's hearing, while normally good enough to pick out individual heartbeats, was far too cluttered with other noise and dampened enough that it took and effort to even hear Kurt's. If he'd been able to see and spotted Logan, he would have been frustrated even further at the continuing evidence of his weakness.

He followed the young mutant along, wondering why he was walking so slowly, and sat down across from him. He smiled slightly and tapped a finger against his own plate. Only fruits and vegitables. "You don't have to take what you don't want to," he pointed out. "But I agree. Smells a bit heavy on the oils."

[identity profile] fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com 2009-04-07 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"True," Kurt admitted, spearing the whole fillet on the end of his fork and taking a rather large bite. "But," he continued as he chewed. "Grease is like... a food group for people my age, right?"

He peered at Matt's plate. "But maybe that'll change once I get older or something. I can't imagine eating only what you have there... you don't have any protein or anything!"

[identity profile] paper-murdock.livejournal.com 2009-04-07 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Matt shrugged and started in on his own food. "I get plenty of protien with other meals. Dinner's been ddecent so far," he pointed out.

"So, Kurt, what have you been up to?" He hoped the mutant was taking care of himself.

[identity profile] fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com 2009-04-08 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Well..." Kurt poked around at his food. "I went up to the second floor with a guy named Tony Stark." An expression that was both troubled and chagrined came over Kurt's face as the teenager poked at his food. "He... saw me."