Haine woke up with a start at the sound of the intercom. Kagura and Badou had both mentioned that this was going to happen, but that didn't help too much. He hadn't been expecting it. Hell, he didn't even remember falling unconscious at all! He was there in that hallway with that fucking lunatic staring at him, and...
Now he was here. The guy on the intercom was going on about some shit he didn't care about. Something about a bulletin board, something about hard work, blah blah fucking blah, no one cared. He wondered if the guy just liked the sound of his own voice, or what. Sure seemed like it.
There was something almost ominous about it, though, at the same time. Haine wasn't paying too much attention to the words, but there was something. He decided to shake that off, it was probably the drugs they'd given them to keep them passed out or something.
It suddenly occurred to him how his day had gone yesterday. That plastic faced nurse had followed him on and off all day, smiling her Barbie grin at him and getting way too close for his comfort. She didn't ever try to touch him, which was a good goddamn thing, but she still bugged the shit out of him. He climbed out of bed and wondered if he could just get to...wherever everyone else was. He didn't need fucking assistance; he could walk just fine.
He reached for the door, but apparently Nurse Plastic Pants had some kind of psychic abilities. The door opened before he could touch the handle, and he practically hopped back away from it. He felt his jaw clench.
"Alex!" she said, "Glad to see you're awake. How are we doing this morning?"
He didn't answer, but of course nothing fazed her. She chattered on a little, then led him to the cafeteria. He made sure to keep a safe distance. At least she left him alone to get his own damn food this time.
Convinced that the food wasn't the drug that was keeping them all here, he grabbed enough of it to actually fill up on, and made his way over to an unoccupied table. He didn't pick at it this time; he didn't really care what he ate as long as it wasn't suspicious. Food was food, whatever. He made a mental note to find Badou and sock him in the face for that bullshit with the squirt gun the night before, but other than that, he just focused on food. Getting out of here could come after breakfast.
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Now he was here. The guy on the intercom was going on about some shit he didn't care about. Something about a bulletin board, something about hard work, blah blah fucking blah, no one cared. He wondered if the guy just liked the sound of his own voice, or what. Sure seemed like it.
There was something almost ominous about it, though, at the same time. Haine wasn't paying too much attention to the words, but there was something. He decided to shake that off, it was probably the drugs they'd given them to keep them passed out or something.
It suddenly occurred to him how his day had gone yesterday. That plastic faced nurse had followed him on and off all day, smiling her Barbie grin at him and getting way too close for his comfort. She didn't ever try to touch him, which was a good goddamn thing, but she still bugged the shit out of him. He climbed out of bed and wondered if he could just get to...wherever everyone else was. He didn't need fucking assistance; he could walk just fine.
He reached for the door, but apparently Nurse Plastic Pants had some kind of psychic abilities. The door opened before he could touch the handle, and he practically hopped back away from it. He felt his jaw clench.
"Alex!" she said, "Glad to see you're awake. How are we doing this morning?"
He didn't answer, but of course nothing fazed her. She chattered on a little, then led him to the cafeteria. He made sure to keep a safe distance. At least she left him alone to get his own damn food this time.
Convinced that the food wasn't the drug that was keeping them all here, he grabbed enough of it to actually fill up on, and made his way over to an unoccupied table. He didn't pick at it this time; he didn't really care what he ate as long as it wasn't suspicious. Food was food, whatever. He made a mental note to find Badou and sock him in the face for that bullshit with the squirt gun the night before, but other than that, he just focused on food. Getting out of here could come after breakfast.
[Free to a good home. Or a bad one. Either way!]