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] rope-victim.livejournal.com 2009-04-12 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
For a moment, Miku thought of her brother standing at the Gate with Kirie, and her mother hanging from the cherry tree. All the dozens of other people she'd read about that had been like her, but laughed off as cracked and crazy. "No... an ability like mine doesn't have a place in the world. It's very dangerous."

She took another small bite of her meal, carefully constructing her features to look that special kind of serene from quietly accepting her fate.

[identity profile] beloved-less.livejournal.com 2009-04-12 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dangerous?" he asked. Disturbing maybe, but was it really dangerous to see dead people? Perhaps they led her astray or bothered her all the time, causing dangerous distractions?