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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[scarefaux]

With a shake of his head, the Scarecrow responded: "I don't know of anyone like that, although he could be one of many people with a description so generic. Then again, I don't know many people here. Maybe you could use the bulletin board to look for your friend?" The Scarecrow furrowed his eyebrows. Didn't he have any better ideas? Oh yeah, lack of brains. Of course his best notion was to 'use the bulletin board.'

He was going to have to face the facts- human brain or not, he needed his diploma back. He wouldn't be of any use to anyone until he had it in his hands.

"What happened to your home?" he asked. "And if it isn't there any more, how can you go back?"

[mugenreppa.livejournal.com]

Mele face-palmed. Generic. That about summed it up. But Rio-sama didn't have any (physical) scars or anything. Unless she wanted to bring up his three ear piercings. But she wouldn't forgive anyone who was looking closely enough at him (and his ears) to realize he had them, anyway. "I already wrote on the bulletin," she said moodily, "just before coming. He might see it soon, he might not. And anyway, he—" Might not have died.

Mele bit on a chip as an excuse for trailing off, and then decided she didn't need to finish that sentence.

"It burned down. Going back..." Mele tilted her head. "Are you planning to go back? To your city?"

[scarefaux]

"Burned?" the Scarecrow asked in an incredulous tone. "Your entire home? That's terrible! I mean, it being destroyed is awful enough, but by fire?" He really didn't like the mental image that floated into his head after he'd said those words. The Emerald City didn't look quite as lovely and welcoming when it was bathed in flames.

"I... I do want to go back," he said a little hesitantly. "I just don't know how to get there, even if I can get out of this place eventually."