http://liveforthispart.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] liveforthispart.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-06-23 07:34 pm

Dayshift 42: Bus 2

Before anyone could come to any decisions for their next move, the room suddenly filled with a thick fog. Faster than he could realize what was happening, it had filled up the entire room and swallowed every single one of his friends. Then there was that undeniable stench of iron, blood and... he last remembered taking a step back and feeling that slippery skid and the realization of what that was. By the time he yelled, he was sitting straight up in his bed like he'd bolted awake. Like it'd been nothing more than a bad dream. ...What the hell just happened?!

"Oh! Good morning!" The nearby voice made him yelp with a half squeak-like noise. Oh, for hell's sake. It was one of those freaking nurses again. She was beaming at him like nothing had happened at all. Before he could so much as ask one question, the hag started blathering real fast about some field trip and buses and getting changed and hurrying up before everyone left without him and... OH MY GOD, WHAT WAS SHE DOING?! She was grabbing at his shirt like she was about to start helping him get dressed (or undressed in this case).

He flailed in a desperate attempt to get away from her and yelled his consent to go along if she would get out and let him change HIMSELF. What was the matter with her?! Thankfully, she left but told him to hurry. Hell if he knew what she'd do if he took too long. So for the sake of not getting freaking stripped, he quickly changed into the clothes she'd left on the bed. Clothes being the ugliest looking white-and-black track pants he'd ever seen and a bright blue sweatshirt with a cute little penguin design on the front. This was some kind of joke, right? ...Not to say the penguin wasn't cute or anything but there was no way, no way, he was wearing something like this in public.

But the nurse had burst right in again, and before Kanji could offer much protest, he was being pulled down the hallways and through the doors of the bus. He'd yelled some things her way, but she totally wasn't listening at all. By the time they stopped, he was standing at the front of the bus with a paper bag and the nurse had run off to cart another poor sap along. Frickin' PERFECT. For the sake of not standing up there like some kind of zoo animal for everyone to stare at, he plopped himself into one of the seats by the front and sighed in complete exasperation.

[Free. No limit.]

[identity profile] windstwilight.livejournal.com 2009-06-27 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Catch?" she responded. "They probably make 'em--cook 'em up in their laps or something. They do everything else right? A little bit at playing god with that wouldn't be much different than anything else." Man, had she been down this road before. She fricking wished people could just be happy with their own damn life instead of trying to mess with others.

At the second comment, her eyes widened. "Whoa.... Yeah, teleporting all right. Sounds like someone still has their powers... Or maybe they were brainwashed that night." Or something. Shit. "Man, so they teleported you somewhere? Mine can only do me." That she knew of. Maybe she could drag someone along for the ride. "Where'd you end up?"

[identity profile] fourtharcana.livejournal.com 2009-06-27 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
"You're probably right, Senna," he said. "Doesn't make it suck less than the rest of their playing god does, but I suppose it's one of those things where just bringing everyone here and making their lives suck isn't enough. They've gotta go coming up with ways to make them suck more."

Akihiko hummed, thinking back to that night. "I don't know if it was either. I think this place has a few extra tricks up its sleeves. The kid with the bracelet was one of those tricks, I think. Because I've seen a brainwashed patient - someone I know from home. She was still herself, just with the brainwashing in place. The weird kid was just..." He trailed off, trying to think. "Well, weird. And I don't know exactly where we ended up. It was definitely still inside the building, but somewhere I hadn't seen before. We didn't exactly get much of a chance to look around. We got attacked by something right after we landed."

[identity profile] windstwilight.livejournal.com 2009-06-27 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
"There's probably some weird point to all of this for them," she responded, bordering on the edge of bitter. "There usually is in these kinds of things. They fuck with people's lives, never even tell them why until it's way too late for them to put that information to any real good use. And then you just gotta--" She cut off abruptly, realizing that she had been putting too personal a spin on a it. Didn't matter now, she guessed; long as it didn't start getting depressing. To that effect, she suddenly smiled, bright and genuine. "Then you just have to hope that the people you care about will be there for you when you need it. Right, Akihiko?"

As for the other thing, Senna started thinking. To her own words, the Institute could make anything it wanted, making a kid from nothing with weird teleporting powers probably was nothing. But still, it sparked something, an idea, and even if it was stupid.... "What do you think about this idea?" she asked. "What if they're studying us, taking something from us, to make their monsters and other stuff? Example here," she went on. "That kid can teleport people. I can teleport. Man, I'm probably not the only one here that can do that. How'd they create that? Randomly? Or through something we gave them?"

The idea was so sudden and so... big that Senna paused after this, absolutely silent in nature. And if this was true? What then? There was a whole lot of stuff that they could steal from the people here....