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damned_institute2009-09-30 05:12 pm
ryuuzaki) wrote in damned_institute2009-09-30 05:12 pm
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- howl,
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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.]
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"I don't see how it could get worse," Edward remarked, consciously trying to imagine how. He was humanized, trapped in a mental asylum, haunted by hallucinations of his dead mother, burned (and he had really lucked out on that - if he had had any open wounds at that time, he would have gone up in flames practically instantaneously), and then died a second time. "Well, I suppose the brainwashing isn't something to look forward to, either... I wonder if there's something behind the selection?" Musing out loud, he recalled that... girl's bulletin post. "I just wonder if the choice is randomized, since apparently it's a reoccurring event that cycles on a schedule."
And therein was the horrible part, he imagined. The patients knew it was coming (according, once more, to the board... Edward rather loathed having to rely on the information with no factual confirmation) and yet did not seem to be able to avoid it.
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While Harvey wasn't sure if he could think of a way to top what they'd been put through last night, that didn't mean that Landel and his cohorts didn't have better imaginations than they did. It irked him just knowing that the Head Doctor might at this very moment be thinking of the newest way to torture them.
"I've heard that there's a schedule, but it doesn't really matter," Harvey said with a wave of his hand. "There's no way to stop it from happening, as far as I can tell, so your best bet is to hope that you're not interesting enough for them to poke and prod at." He had managed to avoid getting picked out so far, and he'd rather not speculate as to why that was.