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damned_institute2010-02-04 08:19 pm
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Day 47: Recreational Field [Fourth Shift]
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~!]
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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Off to the side, away from the others, Teresa closed her eyes and began. After the basic warm up which looked like nothing more than general exercises, albeit a bit fast, she shifted into a sword form. Granted, she lacked her claymore, but anyone with the right amount of knowledge or imagination could envision the great sword in her hand as she swept her arm about.
[Soma]
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It was surprising how being held captive changed Soma's view of the outside world. She'd been raised in a closed environment, breathing the same recycled air for eighteen years before she'd ever set foot on Earth. Fresh air had never been something to miss. And yet she couldn't help feel more relaxed as she stepped outside.
She was handed a soccer ball with surprising speed--her nurse said something about her having played at home. She didn't need the reminder of yet another girl she wasn't, especially so soon after her conversation with E-0057, but she took the ball anyway and kicked it down the field. At least she knew how to play.
She spotted Teresa a short distance away from most of the other women, apparently stretching. As she neared, Teresa shifted into a different form--almost a martial art, it seemed, except there was clearly a weapon missing. A sword or some sort of bladed weapon, she thought.
The soccer ball came to a rest against her foot. Soma ignored it and said nothing, not wishing to disturb the older woman.