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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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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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He had a point though. They weren't in their world anymore, Celestial being didn't exist here. They could, in theory he supposed, but they'd lived like that for as long as they'd been in Celestial Being. "We're a privately funded military operation which is fighting the entire world," he pointed out. "Secrecy is important. Most of us didn't even use our real names. I did because I don't even officially exist, but the others had lives before they joined."
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Where were they again? Oh yeah, Alle's entire team possibly being socially retarded. At this point, Badou was pretty sure well-adjusted people just did not exist at all.
He shrugged, sprinkling glitter onto his bandaged hand idly. "You could try 'So have you met my violent psychotic side?' and then maybe do the hair flip thing and bite someone's face off. How do you do that so fast anyway? Your hair just doesn't make sense."
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He winced at Badou's way of suggesting he told them, but ended up snickering at Badou's comment about his hair. "I don't know. It just happens. Ask Hallelujah next time you see him." That would be an interesting meeting, he was sure.
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As for the other part... "I'm not asking your crazy side for hair styling tips. You ask him. You live with him."
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"He plays loud music at stupid hours of the night. We're that kind of roommates."