Day 47: Recreational Field [Fourth Shift]

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

Ema let the nurse lead her through the facility and out into the recreational field. She wished the nurse hadn't have taken the journal out of her hands to be left in the room--there was quite a bit to take in and Ema's hands were itching to record every little detail. If she was, in fact, kidnapped in order to prevent Lana from being proven innocent, then she was going to have to pass along everything she possibly could to Mr. Wright the instant she managed to get free.

However, that hypothesis was starting to fall apart, as much as Ema wasn't quite ready to let it go. The nurse had called her "Marie," for starters, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that Ema was not the only prisoner. This was a rather large facility, and there were several cells (dormitories?) that lined even the halls the nurse led her through. And then there was that comment that her family had admitted her. That made the least sense of all; Lana couldn't have done this to her to get her out of the way of the trial.

Could she? Lana was really well-connected; it wasn't likely, but it was possible. The thought made Ema a bit sick to her stomach. The two of them didn't get along these days, sure, but to have her kidnapped and locked up somewhere? That was just cruel. Her sister was not cruel. She hoped.

Maybe it was better that Ema didn't have her notebook. She was too lost in her own thoughts to really take in her surroundings. Before she knew it, the nurse opened the door to the recreational field, smiled down at her, and told her to go have fun. Wearing the same smile, she gave a warning not to try running off--there were people watching, and this place was for her own good. There went that idea.

New plan: talk to other prisoners (patients?) and see what the heck was going on. Ema strode past the nurse and into the field, hoping that she wasn't going to be forced to actually do anything physical while outside. Sports were not her thing, and that was the last thing she wanted to be put through after the day she'd had so far.

[Free~!]

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[cursed-exorcist.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Great minds think alike, or at least, that's what Kagura would like to believe. To be honest, she knew that scanning the walls was pretty much meaningless since she'd just wake up in her room when the morning rolled around, but there was no need for her to make the redhead feel depressed too. "I'm Kagura. And you?"

[tofindherwings.livejournal.com]

"You can call me Cissnei," she replied lightly with a small smile. "I guess we have no choice. It isn't as though they give us a huge number of options for entertainment." Like freedom and all. "Or no entertainment that isn't directed towards children anyway." Board games and gardening and things to keep them occupied from their situation. Things which didn't work unless you were particularly easily swayed. Those of them who stuck around here for any length of time were probably the kinds of people who wouldn't be persuaded with stupid gestures like this.

[cursed-exorcist.livejournal.com]

The teen exorcist smiled at Cissnei's accurate assessment of the staff and institute activities. Cissnei was an unusual name, but Kagura just chalked it up to the redhead being from a different culture or world.

"Even if I was still I child, I don't think I'd be tempted by the stuff their offering." Board games and the like might have been fine for some kids, but Kagura was a child of the 21st century, a.k.a. the golden age of video games. Compared to her Game Box, everything else here seemed so retro.

"In comparison, the night's more interesting," Kagura said. How depressing is that? I'd rather brave the dangers of the unknown than sit through a boring day. Perhaps it was impossible for Kagura to live a normal life, because she had been an exorcist. Even when her memories were gone, she had felt compelled to involve herself with the supernatural activity in her city.