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damned_institute2009-09-30 05:12 pm
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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.]
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Of course, it was right as they were about to make some actual progress that the intercom jingle came on. Sylar nearly winced at the sound of it, and he did wince when he saw Wally and Peter standing up from the nearby table.
But he glanced back to to the kid, trying to cover up his frustration (and the fact that he was ducking his head) with a grateful smile.
"Thanks, Faize. It really means a lot to me. And..." he paused before letting out a breath and looking away, averting his eyes from the rest of the room. "You know, I tried that, but... I think they're a secretive bunch. They didn't help me much."
He shrugged, then met Faize's eyes again with a good-natured grin and a soft chuckle.
"Besides, I'm sure you and I can figure something out, right?"