damned_institute | Dayshift 22; First Shift; Sun Room

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Dayshift 22; First Shift; Sun Room

As always, Tamaki woke up in his bed. He didn't know how he got there, but he woke up still in the clutches of fear he last remembered from the night. The fight in the hallway, Ed and Adel, the thing...

He was out of bed immediately, determined to make sure his friends were alright. He listened to the man on the intercom, not liking the idea of some big surprise. He didn't imagine any surprises could be good. And he hoped his friends felt the same way...

When his nurse came to get him, he chose the Sun Room instead of the chapel. He wanted no part of whatever was going to happen. He only hoped that Ed and Adel had the same idea....

They probably didn't. Agitated and worried, Tamaki paced along the window, hands behind his back, and waited.

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"Nurses?" This earned a frown from Barret. Attacking nurses...well, now he knew he had a good reason for wanting to run his nurse over with his mobile wheelchair. And here he thought he was just being sensitive, "Well I'll be damned if shit can't get no weirder." He gave her a look of inquiry, "Ain't no casualties in your group last night, was there?"

Kiden shrugged, a bit helplessly. "...we happened on them by accident. The girls I were with didn't get hurt..." but she trailed off. The men who had been fighting the nurses before they had gotten there seemed pretty torn up. She hoped they were okay, but was more concerned about those she knew. It sounded a bit cold in her head... but there wasn't anything she could do about it.

"...you sure you okay, old man?"

The truth of the matter was Barret wasn't ok. But was he really any worse off than anyone else was? He found the need to unload his issues on this girl unnecessary. After all, was it really needed for him to tell her he was seduced by a patient then later accused of being a homewrecker by her adopted daughter after he'd finished with popping a cat down the hall with his wheelchair and backhanding a vicious rat twenty seconds later? No.

"Ah, this'll heal. I ain't useless yet. I still got my arms and hands." He gave a small reassuring smile, "This old man still got a lot of life in him."

Kiden's mouth twisted a little and she gave him a doubtful look. Admittedly, she wasn't expecting him to say else-wise. But it was important for her to disapprove. She sighed and tugged on a strand of hair.

"...This place just gets worse, y'know? There're people here who aren't able to defend themselves at all..." She hoped Namine was okay. The poor girl had looked like a strong wind would snap her in half.

Barret noticed her change in expression, but didn't say anything in reference to it. He had already worried her with the idea of patients turning on each other, he didn't need to inform her of some of the more personal and gritty details of his night.

"I know. That's why it's gonna take people like you and me, those capable, to look out for 'em. You are capable, ain't ya?"

At that, Kiden flashed him a grin. "...'course. Do I look helpless?" She had no idea what his response to that would be, but judging from how some of the other girls looked, Kiden felt that she was far more prepared. Namine, Kaylee, Alyssa... they had all looked (to her unprofessional eye) rather helpless. Especially since Alyssa had started to lose it last night.

"'Sides, it's possible to ..." Her voice dropped again, "...find things to help defend yourself."

"I learned long ago not to judge a book by it's cover. I bet you could handle yourself," Barret said with much respect for the younger female.

Her hidden meaning however intrigued him, "That so? I'm guessing you got yourself one of these defendin' objects. Maybe I oughta stick with you durin' the night hours."

This is why she liked Barret. He wasn't condescending or patronizing. Kiden nodded at him, handle was ... probably not the right word, but she was better off than many. That being said her mind went back to the crazy blond man. Yeah, avoiding him whenever possible.

"...maybe, you might need some lookin' after," Kiden said with a nod, "'Specially if you run into a set of vicious stairs."

"Can't get me if I stay in my room all night," which was probably going to be his plan of action. He was too much of a liability while injured, and he'd just receive more cuts and bruises which would keep him in that chair of his. Even though it proved to be useful, swinging a metal wheelchair wasn't something he hoped to insert into his nightly agenda.

"I heard somethin' about family visits today," he chuckled with the shake of his head, "probably some actors. This seems like such a waste o' time."

That seemed like a good strategy, actually. However, Kiden didn't think she could just sit there in her room while people wandered around. Also, she wondered what would happen if the monsters came in. The room had no other exits and no place to run.

"...My family wouldn't visit anyway," She replied dully. And grimaced at her own tone of voice. Kiden plastered that over with a reckless grin, "If my brother did I'd punch him anyway."

Barret almost regretted mentioning family visits when he heard her change of tone. The thought of seeing Marlene again warmed his heart, and filled it with just as much longing. He was being to accept the fact it would be a long time before he ever saw her face again. "Might be better if they don't. Don't want 'em fuckin' with our heads anymore than they have." He sighed, propping his elbow on the arm rest and pressing his chin to his knuckles, "They ain't doin' nothin' to help my supposed mental condition."

"You're going to see someone?" Kiden asked, hoping to not be too obvious about her own opinion on them. She hoped it'd be someone he wanted to see. Maybe his little girl, didn't he mention her before? Kiden knew that not everyone's family had the same... complexities as hers. Sometimes they had different ones. "I hope it's not a trick." She added, though. She didn't trust these people at all.

"I don't know," Barret replied honestly. Truth of the matter was, he didn't want to see anyone. If he found out they took his little girl from her world he was liable to kill someone. He shouldn't go, even if he was scheduled to have a visitor. Still...

"It will be a trick. This whole mother fuckin' place is a trick. We ain't where we suppose to be, ain't that a really big trick?"

"...the doctor sessions are a joke, the night shift is crazy... now visitors?" Kiden muttered under her breath. She hadn't meant to say that out loud, but that's what she felt. Being uprooted and thrown in here wasn't good for her sanity. Ha. Ha.

The blonde began to pace, just a little. Two steps forward and two back. "...Prolly. Could be worse though," She tried to be positive.

Zelos woke up before his nurse came in. There was another bed in his room, and he was thankful the person in it was asleep. He held the sword he'd gotten last night in his hands, weighing it for a minute before hiding it in the room.

The breathed and counted to five, facing the wall. One, two, three, four...

When the door opened up to reveal his nurse, there was a wide grin on his face.

She gave him the choice of the chapel or the Sun Room.

It wasn't a tough choice.

He wasn't in the mood to sit alone - there was too big a risk of him brooding. Instead, he saw the wheerchair!man from yesterday. He was with a pretty blond, no less. Perfect targets.

He wandered over to them, smiling brightly and addressed the blond as though the man wasn't even there. "Hey, I haven't seen you before," he said, pulling up next to her without asking. "What's your name, cutie?"

"You right," Barret replied to the girl. Before he had the opportunity to say more, a stranger approached them. More accurately, approached Kiden and pretended he didn't interrupt a conversation between two individuals.

There was no masking the frown or growl that came from his direction, glaring at the stranger with unhidden annoyance, "I think it just got worse with the presence of this fuckin' bonehead."

Yuffie woke with a start this time, her eyes wide as she stared up at the ceiling. For a moment, she could only stare, wanting to just believe it had all been a dream.

She scrambled out of bed, barely noticing the bandages that were wrapped around her neck. There was a cool feeling between them and her skin, probably some kind of medicine or cream to keep the swelling down. But she couldn't concentrate on that. She'd just watched some die. It if had been any other stranger, she wouldn't have cared so much, but that was Aerith's friend that she'd just seen being stabbed through the neck! And Aerith, too...She'd seen it, too.

Yuffie couldn't help but feel horrible for being the one to hold her back, keeping her from helping that man, Zack. But also for not being strong enough to keep her from pulling out to the hallway way, keep her from seeing that horrible image. That piece of metal being flung... sticking straight up from the body...

The young ninja stood grabbed onto the dresser next to the bed to keep herself steady. How was she supposed to even look at Aerith now, let along talk to her?

For the first time, Yuffie was in her room when the nurse came to collect her. When asked where she'd like to go, she vaguely remembered something about there being a surprise from the intercom in the Chapel... "Sun room." Her voice sounded quiet even to her ears. She'd had quite enough of this place. She wanted no more surprises. No more monsters. No more death. She wanted to go home.

Reaching the sun room, she was tempted to just flop down on one of the couches and hide her face in the cushions, but her eyes were drawn to the familiar form of Zelos. Was he feeling as horrible as she was?... She moved to approach him but stopped shy by a few feet when she noticed Barret was there as well, remembering the message she'd left for him early int he night. She really didn't want to deal with him right now, but she wanted to be around Zelos... At least he'd understand what she was feeling, right?

What was this, a party now? Kiden couldn't help her kneejerk reaction when the redhead approached them. She turned to face him and squared her shoulders. It was a combative stance and she wouldn't hesitate to smack him. The last person who'd called her a cutie had grabbed her ass and she'd tried to break his elbow on the floor of the hall. Kiden did not appreciate.

"What's it to you?" She asked. Maybe it wasn't wise to be so immediately on the offensive, but her nerves were raw and this was just the kind of guy that pushed her buttons. Kiden didn't need playboys running around.

Zelos completely ignored Barret, as though he wasn't even there. "Just curious," he said. "You don't have to get all defensive." he kept his tone smooth and easy.

His heart sank when Yuffie turned up. He wanted to avoid talking about last night as much as possible, but it couldn't be avoided. And he didn't want to be cruel to her, either.

He turned from Kiden and poked Yuffie on the nose. "How are you doing?" he asked her.

This entire situation was beginning to highly frustrate the large man as he turned his glare to an approaching Yuffie. Based on her face, she didn't look so good either. Last night must have been a bad night for everyone. He would have had more sympathy for her had she not tried to piss him off at every turn.

He could have really used a punching bag right now, "Do I have a fucking sign on the back of this wheelchair that says 'Piss me off'?"

Yuffie scrunched up her nose as Zelos poked it, but there was no amusement in her quiet-for-once voice when she responded. "Ok, I guess..."

Her gaze slipped to Barret for the shortest of moments, darting back away from him when she'd noticed the glare. Yeah, he was still angry with her. Somehow, this didn't make her feel any better.

And something about the words he spoke set her on edge. What did he have to be so angry about, anyway? Just because she'd walked up? He didn't watch someone die what seemed like a few minutes ago. "Stop being such a jerk..." she muttered in the same quiet voice, almost on impulse.

"We've not met, no," She said to Zelos after a bit, and took a step back, not distancing herself... but it looked like Barret and Yuffie had something to sort out. Though she did want to stay in ear range, especially since Barret looked like he needed a ... something. Probably something she didn't have.

"...I'm Kiden. Seems like you all have stuff to talk about," She didn't mean to sound so defensive, but playboys always did bring out her bad side. Kiden was used to dealing with them in a school setting where they thought all girls would fall over for them. Or something.

Zelos stood at Barret's side and peered over at the back of the wheelchair. "No, but it does say, 'Sarcasm...just one more service I offer'."

Provoking someone was a good way to get his mind off things. Ignoring whatever reaction the man had, he turned to Kiden. "I'm Zelos, and don't sweat it." He gave her a charming smile that wasn't at all inappropriate.

He tossed an arm around Yuffie casually, waiting to see how far the other man would burst.

Barret inadvertently returned the favor to Zelos as most of what he said went through one ear and out of the other. His full attention, and the object of his frustration was directed straight for Yuffie.

"Stop bein' an immature brat. Don't you got more God damned sheets to ruin? Get outta my face before somethin' goes down that we both regret." He was wrong to strike at her the day before, that he knew, but it was too soon to apologize, after what she had done just to get under his skin.

Yuffie finally notice the other girl, but only when she seemed to be backing out of the conversation. Stuff to talk about? No. Not really. She really didn't want to talk to Barret.

Zelos's comment amounted to a small quirk at the corner of Yuffie's lips. She couldn't help it. It was kinda funny. And somewhat true, right? And she felt better when he put his arm around her shoulders.

At least until Barret spoke up.

She stiffened at his rebuke about her being childish, but it was the dismissal that bothered her the most. What right did he have to just tell her to get lost? None, that's what.

"Shut up, already," she snapped back, still nestled safely in the embrace made by Zelos's one arm. "If that one little sheet was the worst thing to happen to you last night, then I don't want to hear it from you. You deserved a lot more than that."

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