[OOC: Sure, one more should be fine, though caveat: I'm probably going to be slooooow. And vK here won't be the greatest company as if he ever really were. X3 ]
"Mr. Fuchs! Come on! You've already missed breakfast. Are you planning to stay in this dreary room all day?"
Manfred von Karma shot the blasted nurse a defiant look, his arms folded and anger rumbling in his chest. Like hell was he willing to show his face in public today. Not after what had happened yesterday and the night prior to that. Never mind that this was all Martin Landel's doing. Oh, he would make the insolent bastard pay for the humiliating torture two nights ago... and for the mind-tampering that had manifested yesterday, in front of five too many people at that.
Worst of all, his daughter would never again regain the esteem she had once held for him, not after their apoplectic meeting during lunch. von Karma had already been losing his iron-fisted grip on Franziska ever since she arrived at this hellhole, but yesterday's incident would most likely clinch it. At the thought of possibly encountering her again, a muscle twitched under his left eye.
Squeezing his upper left arm perhaps a bit too tightly, he responded through clenched teeth, each word deliberate. "I need some quiet time to think, Nurse. This is perhaps the first chance I've had to do so in several days. Leave me here."
His demand was in vain. The nurse shook her head at him and waved her finger at him, as one might do to a misbehaving child. "Oh no, you don't! You're coming with me!"
How... how dare she mock me like this?! von Karma was just about to voice his irate thought when he saw the glint of thin metal extending from her hand. A syringe. That convinced him; the events of two nights ago were still painfully fresh in his mind.
Still, the prosecutor would not be completely outdone here. "Hmph. Very well. But first, I need a minute before leaving this room. I have a note I must post for an acquaintance."
"Oh, okay!" the damned nurse chirped. "Take your time, Mr. Fuchs. I'll wait right here while you write your note for your friend."
Of course, she also felt the need to watch him do so. Oh, how he hated people who hovered so close that he could feel their disgusting breath mist onto his shoulder. Aware of her scrutiny, the older man took special care not to include any questionable wording in his note.
She then led him to the Sun Room, where there were already a number of people gathered. He pinned his note to Ms. Taura onto the board, then looked around to ensure that there were no familiar faces present. There was one that... seemed familiar. A gray-haired young man sitting next to an even younger blond man. Neither seemed to notice him as he studied the former, trying to recall precisely why he initially thought he knew him. A chill ran through von Karma as he realized that his memory was just as unreliable as it had been yesterday. Disturbing.
As he emerged from his daze, he discovered that he was sitting on one of the couches, next to a man he was sure he had never met before. ...Or had he? Oh, curse this hellhole! Instead of advertising his uncertainty of this other man's identity, von Karma merely gave him the same greeting he tended to give everyone else: a forbidding glare.
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as if he ever really were. X3 ]"Mr. Fuchs! Come on! You've already missed breakfast. Are you planning to stay in this dreary room all day?"
Manfred von Karma shot the blasted nurse a defiant look, his arms folded and anger rumbling in his chest. Like hell was he willing to show his face in public today. Not after what had happened yesterday and the night prior to that. Never mind that this was all Martin Landel's doing. Oh, he would make the insolent bastard pay for the humiliating torture two nights ago... and for the mind-tampering that had manifested yesterday, in front of five too many people at that.
Worst of all, his daughter would never again regain the esteem she had once held for him, not after their apoplectic meeting during lunch. von Karma had already been losing his iron-fisted grip on Franziska ever since she arrived at this hellhole, but yesterday's incident would most likely clinch it. At the thought of possibly encountering her again, a muscle twitched under his left eye.
Squeezing his upper left arm perhaps a bit too tightly, he responded through clenched teeth, each word deliberate. "I need some quiet time to think, Nurse. This is perhaps the first chance I've had to do so in several days. Leave me here."
His demand was in vain. The nurse shook her head at him and waved her finger at him, as one might do to a misbehaving child. "Oh no, you don't! You're coming with me!"
How... how dare she mock me like this?! von Karma was just about to voice his irate thought when he saw the glint of thin metal extending from her hand. A syringe. That convinced him; the events of two nights ago were still painfully fresh in his mind.
Still, the prosecutor would not be completely outdone here. "Hmph. Very well. But first, I need a minute before leaving this room. I have a note I must post for an acquaintance."
"Oh, okay!" the damned nurse chirped. "Take your time, Mr. Fuchs. I'll wait right here while you write your note for your friend."
Of course, she also felt the need to watch him do so. Oh, how he hated people who hovered so close that he could feel their disgusting breath mist onto his shoulder. Aware of her scrutiny, the older man took special care not to include any questionable wording in his note.
She then led him to the Sun Room, where there were already a number of people gathered. He pinned his note to Ms. Taura onto the board, then looked around to ensure that there were no familiar faces present. There was one that... seemed familiar. A gray-haired young man sitting next to an even younger blond man. Neither seemed to notice him as he studied the former, trying to recall precisely why he initially thought he knew him. A chill ran through von Karma as he realized that his memory was just as unreliable as it had been yesterday. Disturbing.
As he emerged from his daze, he discovered that he was sitting on one of the couches, next to a man he was sure he had never met before. ...Or had he? Oh, curse this hellhole! Instead of advertising his uncertainty of this other man's identity, von Karma merely gave him the same greeting he tended to give everyone else: a forbidding glare.