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Day 47: Sun Room [2nd shift]
Cloud knew he should be taking the opportunity to check out the rec field during the day. The fresh air would be a welcome change from the crowded stuffiness the Institute usually provided, and he would have a chance to scope out the area when it wasn't all under the cover of darkness. When offered a choice, however, he remained in the sun room. He told himself it was so that he could watch the bulletin, him still being fairly new and needing all the information he could get, but the thought rang hollow.
The real reason he was here, he knew, was because he would be out there. Maybe it was weak of him, but he needed a chance to breathe. Ever since he'd arrived it had been nothing but one shock after another, and seeing Zack standing in the cafeteria that morning talking to Aerith had been the final card that caused his tower to crumble. He needed to just sit back somewhere out of the way and start rebuilding.
Being able to watch the bulletin from here was just a perk. Cloud made himself comfortable on one of the sofas, watching people come and go but not really paying attention to them. He took the time to try and rate this on a scale of the biggest messes he'd ever gotten thrown into.
(for Sheena)
The real reason he was here, he knew, was because he would be out there. Maybe it was weak of him, but he needed a chance to breathe. Ever since he'd arrived it had been nothing but one shock after another, and seeing Zack standing in the cafeteria that morning talking to Aerith had been the final card that caused his tower to crumble. He needed to just sit back somewhere out of the way and start rebuilding.
Being able to watch the bulletin from here was just a perk. Cloud made himself comfortable on one of the sofas, watching people come and go but not really paying attention to them. He took the time to try and rate this on a scale of the biggest messes he'd ever gotten thrown into.
(for Sheena)
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EVERYTHINGNOTHING.]Sam laughed a little. "No, not really."
The last time he'd set foot in a field, he'd—well, okay, the last time he'd set foot in a recreational field, he'd ended up fighting off his brother and nearly died, but before that, it'd been all the way back at Stanford, back when trivial things like soccer were still on his mind.
Sometimes he thought he should see if he was still any good, but it was probably a bad idea to take a pointless trip down memory lane. Felt kind of silly.
"I'm Sam," he replied. Bella, now that was an unfortunately familiar name. "Have you had a chance to test your green thumb before, though?"
It seemed a less awkward way of seeing whether she was new here or not, than asking outright.
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“As for my green thumb, I can honestly say that gardening is really not my thing. I had a little cactus back home but … I have no idea what happened to it. I swear it was like one day it was there and the next it was gone, like it got up and left because it knew I was doomed to kill it.” Bella nodded her head as if it were a fact that she was terrible at keeping plants alive, and then shrugged her shoulders after. “Oh well.”
Sam was nice, she decided. At least, he appeared to be. She never knew, really. Some people may look nice, but in the end they could turn out to be the complete opposite. If there was one thing high school taught her, it was that.
“I’ve only been here for two days, so I’ve never really been in the Landel’s greenhouse. And I don’t really plan on it, either. Too much green.” A pause, and Bella decided that perhaps it was time to change the subject. “How long have you been stuck here for?”
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So she was newer then. Come to think of it, he had started seeing newer faces a couple of days ago. Did they come in spurts? He hadn't been here long enough to be able to tell, but it would make sense if people were being pulled in somehow, through some kind of doorway that maybe could only be opened for a certain length of time. How many arrived each time? Ten? Thirty? More?
Too much speculation, but it was impossible to keep track of accurate numbers in a place like this.
"Where're you from originally, then?"
She seemed willing to talk, at least, which was nice. Compared to some of the others he'd met, she came off as almost too normal. Peter had, as well. He wondered if, like his roommate, Bella had something about her that made her a little different, something that wasn't immediately obvious.
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Bulletin board him. Edward didn't know where Bella had acquired her recent sense of bravado, but it was increasingly worrying the more he saw it out of her. He supposed she was quite good at eliminating all of her unpleasant memories because she was so apt at forgetting how danger would seek her out, not the other way around. His memory (which he could say without being boastful), was perfect. It had literally only been a few short weeks ago when another vampire had tried to murder her. On purpose. Without her thirst to blame for it.
Edward weighed his options. He could tell Bella that what happened last night wasn't the first time, hoping it would instill some sort of fear in her (immediately upon thinking this, he knew it wouldn't), or he could keep silent about it. But there-in lay the problem: him keeping mum about his secrets was exactly what had split them apart before.
Thank god he couldn't have heart attacks.
Deciding on seeking her out to dispel her image of winning the last round of conversation, he was slipped up by the choice of two locations; the third, the recreational field, hadn't even been an option to his nurse. He was injured and simply needed to relax.
So, of course, only sunlight would be the most relaxing thing in the institute.
Having already been acquainted to the room twice, he was more than adept at knowing which spots were shady and where the sun would strike. Now his movement through the room wasn't clumsy and nervous. Luckily, the specific human he was seeking was in the room as well - accompanied by another. Normally he would have had the good graces to not interrupt another's conversation, but this was between Bella and a male and she happened to be the only girl in love with a vampire with jealousy issues.
"Sorry to interrupt," he greeted them both with a cordial smile, narrowing his eyes the slightest at the girl. "I just need to tell you," he turned to Bella, though he remained standing across from her, "that I need to talk to you about something. Later, and not in writing." And not about what you think, he added silently. Maybe she'd hear it.
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She opened her mouth to add more, but suddenly a familiar face entered her vision, and his voice filled the air all around her, and caused her to freeze. Turning to look at Edward with a quirked eyebrow, she bit her lip and then looked at Sam, hoping to change the subject. “Sam, this is Edward. Edward, this is Sam. We just met.” She said pointedly, not wanting Edward to scare him off.
And as for his comment …
“Can it wait for tonight?” Bella asked, averting her eyes away from Edward so she could look out a window. “I’ll be coming to your room, so don’t worry.”
God dammit.
“Anyway,” she began again, turning to Sam. “I’m originally from Forks, Washington. We both are,” at that point, Bella pointed between herself and the rather persistent vampire in front of her. “Yup.”
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Sam glanced over at the newcomer—Edward, apparently—and he might've offered a more substantial greeting if Edward hadn't pretty much zeroed in on Bella almost right away. Ironically feeling like the interrupter despite technically being the interrupted, Sam was ready to excuse himself when Bella spoke up which effectively roped him into the conversation again.
Okay. Dilemma. That made it slightly harder to escape without being obvious. Though he supposed being obvious about leaving was a lot better than overstaying his welcome. The two of them clearly knew each other from outside of this place and the boy clearly wanted to talk to the girl alone. Even if she...didn't seem keen on the idea herself, but that was none of Sam's business.
He made to stand up, offering a polite, apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be in the way," he said. "I should—take off."
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Though the vampire very much was pleased with Sam's willingness to expediate his own departure, his innate conduct (and the fact he was on very thin ice with a portion of the asylum's population, Bella included, already) allowed him only to be polite. "Please, don't. I was the interrupter, after all." He broke his gaze away from Bella to offer the other man (he really seemed more like a boy to Edward) a somewhat vapid smile. "It was nice to meet you, Sam," he said, pushing away from the circle of seats.
I'll just be over here, losing a finger to a kitten and boring a hole into the back of her head. It wouldn't do much to make him feel better, but at least he'd keep a hold on his annoyance.
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But before she could say any more, Edward was gone, walking towards … somewhere. But not far, she was sure, since he was still obviously annoyed with her and would probably stop at nothing to get his point across. It wasn’t like Edward to just drop something suddenly, after all.
No matter, she thought to herself, biting her lip as she turned back to Sam, He can be angry at me all he wants. I want to help him, god dammit.
“Sorry about that,” Bella said with a sigh, running her fingers through her hair as a clear marker of her agitation. “So, uh. … Where did you say you were from?”
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He watched Edward leave, uncertain what to make of any of this. Still, it obviously had nothing to do with him, so he pushed it out of his mind and turned back to the conversation.
"No, it's fine." He flashed a small smile. "I'm kind of from everywhere, I've moved a lot. I guess I spent the longest in California."
He would never call it home, though maybe once upon a time he did, but it was a better answer than Kansas, a place that never registered as anything other than just one more place on the map. Things had happened there, he knew that, and it was important to Dean, but for him? He couldn't say the same.