http://idontregret.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] idontregret.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2010-02-01 04:33 am

Day 47: Lunch

Heat was able to ignore the still faintly throbbing spot on his head as he was led back into the cafeteria for another meal he had no intention of eating. He kept himself from rubbing at what he knew would be a small bump because dammit it didn't hurt that much. It was embarrassing, was what it was.

At the fishy odor filling the room when he entered, the demon wrinkled his nose. How that was supposed to be the slightest bit appealing he had no idea. Then again, it wasn't always the taste that mattered. Whatever this cod was, it could very well taste better than the rotting flesh he'd gotten down the night before.

His nurse made some comment about his lack of appetite, but he wasn't paying attention. She could eat his damn lunch if she was worried about it going to waste. It wasn't his fault they didn't inform their staff properly of their patients' eating habits. The room was fairly empty too, so Heat wasn't picky with where he sat. He just hoped one of his tribemates found him before he was stuck with some other pest for the duration of the meal.

[Sasuke?]

[identity profile] exbride.livejournal.com 2010-02-04 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
With someone he knew. Somehow, that seemed even less productive, but she understood that plenty of people had quick tempers and were wont to use violence to settle disputes. Especially if they looked like they could potentially break bones, like this one did.

Anthy confirmed that he was that type after following his gaze over to a scuffle at another table; he actually attempted to stand up and get involved, but then fell back in his chair immediately. Of course. He was in no state for that.

"They'll keep you sedated all the time if you keep getting into fights during the day," she noted calmly, popping her fork into her mouth afterwards.

[identity profile] oldestremnant.livejournal.com 2010-02-04 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Loz picked up a few more fries and managed to get them into his mouth. Maybe the drugs would wear off faster if he ate something. In the meantime, he did his best to ignore his friend's shouting.

"He deserved it," Loz slurred in between bites of food. "He was... a meanie..." He still wished the nurses had left them along long enough for Loz to finish Rude off. Nobody said mean things about him and Mother and got away with it. Maybe he could track Rude down one night and finish what he started then, when there were no nurses and he could use his powers.

[identity profile] exbride.livejournal.com 2010-02-04 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Anthy blinked in succession at the term the man used to describe his opponent. He looked older than Anthy at least, certainly old enough that it was odd to hear the use of a grade-school insult like that. Perhaps that was the best he could manage while sedated.

He was eating more; that was good. She continued with her meal and contemplated how to respond. "It was worth it, you mean? How badly did he insult you?"

[identity profile] oldestremnant.livejournal.com 2010-02-04 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah... until they tore us apart," Loz replied. "He said bad things about me... and Mother..." He still didn't understand why Rude remembered him but Cloud and Tifa didn't. He tried not to think too much about it now, mostly because he could hardly think at all when he was drugged up like this.

"'M Loz, by the way," The Remnant added, realizing that he hadn't even told her his name.