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] fencing-captain.livejournal.com 2009-04-10 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Juri scowled at the man's tone. It wasn't as if she hadn't noticed his attitude almost from the beginning, but she tried to be polite. Normally, she wasn't this restrained around adults, but she still hadn't worked out whether she could terrify all the adults here, or just the staff. Was this sneering, old Frenchman the equivalent of teacher or student? Finally, she decided he was a student, and since he wasn't of her... class, she probably didn't need to bother with him. He was someone else's problem.

"Just because you don't care what you put into your body, doesn't mean I have to stoop to your level." She daintily ate the rest of the one piece of fish and started tearing the breading off the next. Still, she hoped there'd be something more edible than this for dinner.

[identity profile] unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com 2009-04-10 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been positive ages since he'd been spoken to in this manner by anyone - his jurisdiction didn't usually cover the more affluent areas of Paris. In any case, it was precisely the reaction he had expected of someone of her supposed status - behave like nothing had changed. Some sort of coping mechanism, he was sure.

Javert gave her credit for owning a spine, if nothing else, though he still didn't see fit to respond to her comments with anything other than a brief, sardonic laugh.

[identity profile] fencing-captain.livejournal.com 2009-04-12 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
When the Frenchman didn't speak again, and in fact, laughed, Juri threw him a sour sneer and concentrated more on her fish. "If you want to get fatter, it's your own problem," she finally said. She knew that by his frame, Javert wasn't likely actually overweight, but she was used to more slender youths and somewhat petite academic adults. The acting chairman was pretty tall, from her memory, but even he had a very slender waist. It felt pleasant to try to needle the man.

[identity profile] unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com 2009-04-12 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Did she honestly think a comeback like that would affect him in the slightest? This was almost boring. "Problem, mademoiselle? It might even be a pleasant change."

He finished off the fish with a drink of water. To be honest, he'd thought the same when he'd first arrived - that the meals were far richer than he was used to - but at the moment, the quality of Landel's cuisine was the least of his concerns.

[identity profile] fencing-captain.livejournal.com 2009-04-13 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Juri glared at him, and finally admitted defeat in her urge to give him a typical teen eyeroll. She didn't actually do it, but ate a few more bites, then rose to take her tray up. Maybe she'd look at the bulletin board before they made her go to the next activity.

"Have a nice time with your greasy fish, sir."