Day 43: Arts & Crafts Room (4th Shift)

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

When Momo left Hitsugaya's side, she felt both relieved to be away from him and disappointed that the nurses had separated them. Either way, she felt like she was suffocating, that she had too much building in her mind with all this on top of the message she'd been given by the undead knight on that rooftop the night before. There was only one way for Momo to relieve the pressure.

After leaving a note on the board for Senna, Momo headed into the Arts & Crafts room. She was still in a lot of pain, but Hitsugaya's healing, though minor, did make it much less painful to hold things. Taking all of the special markers, she stood before the large white board and uncapped the lightest of the colors - yellow.

Save thyself.

Those words would echo in Momo's mind for a very long time. She had much to thank the knight for, the least of which was leaving her right arm relatively undamaged. She needed it for many things, being her primary hand, but right now she needed it for one thing.

Momo began to draw.

[reserved for Senna]

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[winged_moon]

All right, so maybe he hadn't been entirely off-base with his guess. The concern only increased in Yukito's slight frown, and he folded his arms on the table in front of himself as he regarded the young man thoughtfully. "I did. About a week ago, the night after the last trip into town."

He leaned forward slightly, resting his weight on his elbows as he considered the comment. "Maybe they just want to make us so miserable here that we'd be willing to accept the false life rather than stay," he suggested, with a quiet sigh. "It would fit the evidence, I suppose."

[wildunderstress.livejournal.com]

Jamie frowned and shook his head. "...I don't think they want us to accept anything," he said. "I think they just - wanna make us miserable, make us question everything, and that's the only reason they're keeping us here." His expression darkened; he looked almost - angry.

"Admitting we're crazy when we're not, or accepting what they tell us about our lives or whatever - that's not going to fix the problems they give us while we're here," he said. "The stuff that they do during th - in those...experiments. At night. Those aren't gonna disappear if they let us go."

Wild Eagle, silent for the past few moments, suddenly rose to the forefront of Jamie's consciousness, spewing fury. I'm not a damn DISEASE that needs t'be CURED, YOU ASSHOLE, he snarled. The force of his rage made Jamie physically recoil, his entire body tensing now rather than just his arm. Stop talkin' about me like I'm just some problem you hafta put up with!