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.]
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[personal profile] lastlovesong 2009-06-28 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
"I understand, but I'm usually careful of strangers. If there's someone that wants to hurt me, I'll just have to kill them first before they reach me." It was plain and simple; kill the enemy before they kill you. A simple way to survive the war.

Eyeing at the pills in her hand she debated whether to tell Badou or not. On one hand she could tell him, which would lead her to explain about being a weapon and another litre of tears, or she could give him a vague reason. Since they've just met it would be best if he didn't know the truth.

"They're suppose to keep me living, otherwise something bad will happen." That sounded vague enough.
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[personal profile] strayfag 2009-06-29 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"...What? You kill people?" It was more disbelief than surprise. He had some vivid scars from Haine's touching family reunion, so it wasn't like he'd never seen little kids tear it up before. He was just having a hard time reconciling that with a little clumsy girl who cried a lot. Was she faking it or something? "That's not a cool thing to joke about."

As for the pills, he was tempted to ask her more about the side effects after all but this might be one of those times when it was better to keep his mouth shut.