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Entry tags:
- albedo,
- allen,
- anise,
- argilla,
- ayumu,
- brainiac 5,
- celes,
- chekov,
- claude,
- dean winchester,
- edward cullen,
- faize,
- hanatarou,
- hanekoma,
- haseo,
- hayes,
- heat,
- honey,
- indiana jones,
- jason,
- kinomoto sakura,
- kirk,
- kitty pryde,
- klavier,
- l,
- lelouch,
- lockdown,
- lord recluse,
- loz,
- meche,
- mello,
- mori,
- nigredo,
- peter petrelli,
- raphael,
- raz,
- rolo,
- ronixis,
- s.t.,
- sam winchester,
- scott pilgrim,
- sechs,
- senna,
- sephiroth,
- sora,
- spock,
- sylar,
- tyki,
- venom,
- von karma,
- yuffie
Day 45: Game Room
The game room made Heath feel more like he was being treated as a child than any other place in the Institute. It might have just been the selection they had to choose from. A deck of cards was a safe choice and would hopefully keep him from attracting much more energetic company. Yet as he sat down and began shuffling them between his hands he was surprised to find that he couldn't remember how to play a single game. At a loss, he blamed it on his current state of mind.
The red-head sat back in his chair and began looking through the deck one card at a time, if only to have something to do with his hands. The kings, queens, and jacks blurred together despite suits as this did nothing to distract him from the pangs of his still somehow empty stomach.
The deck was eventually tossed to the floor in front of him, free for anyone who felt like a game of 52-card pick-up.
Heath swore under his breath and slouched where he sat. This whole ridiculous matter was more than wearing thin. He'd have to get the involvement of a nurse before dinner. There was nothing else for it. Still, more than one came close enough to stop and he did nothing. Something deep within him knew there wasn't anything any of them could do.
[for Argilla]
The red-head sat back in his chair and began looking through the deck one card at a time, if only to have something to do with his hands. The kings, queens, and jacks blurred together despite suits as this did nothing to distract him from the pangs of his still somehow empty stomach.
The deck was eventually tossed to the floor in front of him, free for anyone who felt like a game of 52-card pick-up.
Heath swore under his breath and slouched where he sat. This whole ridiculous matter was more than wearing thin. He'd have to get the involvement of a nurse before dinner. There was nothing else for it. Still, more than one came close enough to stop and he did nothing. Something deep within him knew there wasn't anything any of them could do.
[for Argilla]