Day 40: Lunch

[whiny-egomaniac.livejournal.com]

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"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]

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[mitase.livejournal.com]

It was perhaps fortunate that Hanatarou had already lost his appetite, considering that he didn't think he'd be able to eat anything with Gin sitting right there. He clasped his hands tightly together under the table in an attempt to keep them from shaking (or at least hiding it) and gave the other shinigami a puzzled look.

"I...guess so?" What could he possibly be getting at? Hanatarou himself was just grateful that Gin's attempt to declare himself the new leader hadn't gone anywhere. "We're being, um, c-careful. Last night was the first time we saw anything dangerous."

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

Gin took another bite of the greasy fish without complaint. He was still as thin as ever, even when there was plenty to eat. Unlike Yamada though, the conversation wasn't to blame for his appetite.

"Hnn, well they say some places 're safer n' others. Maybe ya got lucky th' night before. Me n' Ran haven' run into anythin' much th' last couple nights either." It could just as easily be that Landel had gotten lazy or a matter of luck, or any number of other reasons.

[mitase.livejournal.com]

"The...other night?" Hanatarou blinked several times, looking rather uncomfortable. He hadn't been to any of the places that people said on the bulletin board were particularly dangerous, but...was Gin trying to imply something? And why was he paying attention to where Hanatarou was going?

Oh, wait. He'd been with Kira - Gin's former vice-captain. That had to be it. The thought that maybe this wasn't about him did reassure the healer slightly, but that didn't make him feel any better about his lunchtime companion.

"A-ah, we...w-was there something, um." He couldn't just come out and demand to know what Gin wanted. But he still wanted to. "D-did you, er, have a...s-something you needed to know...?"

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

Of course, it wasn't only Yamada that Gin paid attention to. Before Hinamori had started changing the way orders were given, he'd paid plenty of attention to all the assignments, but that was one of the problems. If they wanted to make any progress, they couldn't exactly post things up where everyone would see them. Then again, it might be an interesting test to see if it made any difference at all.

"Not in partic'lar," Gin shrugged at the other shinigami's question. "Jus' curious 'bout what all everyone's been up to."