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] mukuchi.livejournal.com 2009-04-09 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Mori smiled a bit when Mitsukuni declared that he was his best friend. They were best friends, and cousins, but it was always nice to hear him say that. Just like it was always a little funny to hear people comment on Mori's silence. He could talk if he wanted to, but he rarely ever found a situation where three words wouldn't do the same as a speech. Besides, anytime he ever did say too much, people stared at him.

"Same school," he chimed in, taking his fruit cup off his tray and handing it over to Mitsukuni. The sweets would have to come later. Mori would save his dessert again, and maybe he could even convince Reid to give him his. Speaking of...where was Reid? After hearing that someone was looking for him and seeing him last night, Mori hadn't really caught wind of his roommate.

Straightening a bit, Mori cast an eye about the cafeteria, but couldn't quite pick him out.

[ You're fine; no worries ]