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damned_institute2009-09-30 05:12 pm
ryuuzaki) wrote in damned_institute2009-09-30 05:12 pm
Entry tags:
- abe sapien,
- alfred,
- allelujah,
- argilla,
- asch,
- brainiac 5,
- edward cullen,
- faize,
- harley,
- howl,
- l,
- leonard,
- lockdown,
- lunge,
- meche,
- mele,
- peter petrelli,
- pied piper,
- porky,
- rolo,
- scar (tlk),
- schuldig,
- sechs,
- sho,
- suzaku,
- sylar,
- tenpou,
- tenzen,
- teresa,
- the flash,
- the scarecrow,
- two-face,
- tyki,
- venom,
- yue,
- zex
Day 44: Arts and Crafts Room, 4th Shift
The day had been slow for L so far, slower than he required: the events of the previous night were traumatic, but they did not outweigh his need for information and a useful way in which to apply whatever he might learn.
When the nurse shepherded him from the cafeteria, through the Sun Room, and over towards the door of the Arts and Crafts Room, he experienced a small internal wince: this was the room where it had happened the night before. Unpleasant, yes, but likely to be irrelevant in terms of my own welfare, except in terms of what I can learn from it, he reminded himself.
He had the impression that he could avoid the room if he wanted to, but there were several convincing reasons to push past his reluctance: his meeting with Lunge was necessary, the opportunity to see the room in more usual circumstances might be valuable, and he did not want the staff to see that he had been affected. He wasn't sure how they were tied to the events of the previous night, but the buzz of information around the Institute suggested some kind of strong connection.
As he stepped into the room, feet feeling imprisoned in the slippers that the staff kept insisting that he wear, he avoided the area where he had collapsed. Instead, he turned to the right and proceeded as far into the room as he could, then left, then took a seat in the back corner.
If the nurses pressed him to be more creative, he would take up painting. However, he expected to express his creativity in other ways.
[For Lunge.]
When the nurse shepherded him from the cafeteria, through the Sun Room, and over towards the door of the Arts and Crafts Room, he experienced a small internal wince: this was the room where it had happened the night before. Unpleasant, yes, but likely to be irrelevant in terms of my own welfare, except in terms of what I can learn from it, he reminded himself.
He had the impression that he could avoid the room if he wanted to, but there were several convincing reasons to push past his reluctance: his meeting with Lunge was necessary, the opportunity to see the room in more usual circumstances might be valuable, and he did not want the staff to see that he had been affected. He wasn't sure how they were tied to the events of the previous night, but the buzz of information around the Institute suggested some kind of strong connection.
As he stepped into the room, feet feeling imprisoned in the slippers that the staff kept insisting that he wear, he avoided the area where he had collapsed. Instead, he turned to the right and proceeded as far into the room as he could, then left, then took a seat in the back corner.
If the nurses pressed him to be more creative, he would take up painting. However, he expected to express his creativity in other ways.
[For Lunge.]
no subject
"Arts and crafts"? What the slag did they mean by that?
Lockdown got his answer as he was led to one of the smaller rooms. His optics darted around the room, scoping it out. One thing was clear. Everything here was very... colorful.
The bounty hunter had never had a real interest in art, Cybertronian or not. Unless you counted HK's "zombie art" from that one night and the picture he'd drawn the next day that illistrated it.
He wanted to just park himself in a corner and sit there, but his nurse made him sit by some ordinary-looking human, saying that he "needed to be more social". Lockdown gave her a nasty look as she left him alone with the man.
Lockdown just glanced at what the fleshie was working on, just drawing on a big piece of paper, before quickly losing interest. Since he knew he was gonna be here a while, the bounty hunter idly took a regular-sized peice of paper and some colorful writing utensils and started to just idly draw little patterns on the paper. Mostly just Cybertronian writing and symbols.
no subject
Leonard glanced up from his work, focusing only for a moment on the other man at the table. His eyes trailed to the paper on which he was writing- Guess he's not from around here. Never even seen letters like that.
"What language is that?" he asked, genuinely curious.
no subject
Idly switching to Decepticon-coded Cybertronian for a moment, Lockdown wrote some symbols which basically translated to the word 'bored'.
no subject
"I'm guessing that's not one you learn in high school, huh?" he asked casually as he copied his room number to the drawing.
no subject
The bounty hunter glanced at what the meatbag was working on again, and concluded that it was a map. Why else write 'institution' on the top?
And then the guy used another alien word, 'high school'. Lockdown simply stated, "It was downloaded into my processor, just like it is with all Transformers." Figured he might as well tell the meatbag exactly what he was.