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damned_institute2010-03-07 11:32 am
lawful_perfect) wrote in damned_institute2010-03-07 11:32 am
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Day 48: Sun Room [Second Shift]
Hmph. While this Rude was the proverbial "man of few words," von Karma found more potential use from him than a number of the other patients he had met put together. He would still ask Franziska about the man... as well as the other people he had learned that she had been spending time around. Many of them were utter fools, especially that Kibitoshin.
He ignored the nurse as she insisted that he stay indoors, lest he "catch his death of pneumonia." Already having planned to meet his daughter in the Sun Room, the prosecutor had no intention of spending the cold, gloomy morning in the Courtyard anyway.
It appeared that he was the first to arrive in the spacious room. Gray light from the overcast sky filtered in through the glass windows high above, making it somewhat more difficult for von Karma to peruse the notes on the bulletin board as he awaited Franziska's arrival.
The lines in his forehead furrowed as he saw Kibitoshin's note to her, asking her whether she was "feeling better." What made that blasted oaf think that it was any of his business how she was doing or to worry about her?! She had been raised to take care of herself, damn it! ...Did Franziska say or do something that would lead the clumsy idiot to think otherwise? This, among other things, von Karma would ask her.
After removing his daughter's response to his original note from the board -- and noting that Ms. Taura had yet to reply to his other note -- he sat down at a table in a remote corner of the room, claiming this space that would afford him and his daughter the most privacy.
Mew?
What was that noise? And what was that tugging sensation at the leg of his pants? He peered down in the direction from which the irritating sound had come and was greeted by a tiny orange kitten that had the mistaken notion that his leg was a climbing post. Infernal creature! One glance at his face, and the furry little nuisance was suddenly at the other end of the room, having cleared it within several skittish bounds. Good riddance!
[Waiting for his Dear Daughter]
He ignored the nurse as she insisted that he stay indoors, lest he "catch his death of pneumonia." Already having planned to meet his daughter in the Sun Room, the prosecutor had no intention of spending the cold, gloomy morning in the Courtyard anyway.
It appeared that he was the first to arrive in the spacious room. Gray light from the overcast sky filtered in through the glass windows high above, making it somewhat more difficult for von Karma to peruse the notes on the bulletin board as he awaited Franziska's arrival.
The lines in his forehead furrowed as he saw Kibitoshin's note to her, asking her whether she was "feeling better." What made that blasted oaf think that it was any of his business how she was doing or to worry about her?! She had been raised to take care of herself, damn it! ...Did Franziska say or do something that would lead the clumsy idiot to think otherwise? This, among other things, von Karma would ask her.
After removing his daughter's response to his original note from the board -- and noting that Ms. Taura had yet to reply to his other note -- he sat down at a table in a remote corner of the room, claiming this space that would afford him and his daughter the most privacy.
Mew?
What was that noise? And what was that tugging sensation at the leg of his pants? He peered down in the direction from which the irritating sound had come and was greeted by a tiny orange kitten that had the mistaken notion that his leg was a climbing post. Infernal creature! One glance at his face, and the furry little nuisance was suddenly at the other end of the room, having cleared it within several skittish bounds. Good riddance!
[Waiting for his Dear Daughter]
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Not that that seemed to change much; Lana still seemed content to plow on full-speed ahead with her icy collectiveness. Ema might as well have been one of the office assistants in her employment for the amount of sisterly warmth Lana was willing to give her. Honestly, if Lana had to arrive at this place from a point earlier than Ema had, why not two years earlier when things weren't so terse between the them?
And then Lana really went and ruined it. I can't give you any more information on a murder I haven't yet committed... "You didn't commit it, aren't you even listening?! Mr. Wright and I have been working so hard to help you, and you don't even care! You're so preoccupied with going to jail forever or worse that you haven't even given anyone else a moment's thought, have you?!" Tears stung behind her eyes, but Ema paid them little heed. "All you've managed to do is maybe strike a plea deal and then dump Joe Darke in everyone's lap! You know everything and you won't even tell me..." Ema's voice lowered as she drew into herself, pulling the journal to her chest. "And here you can't tell me, can you?
"Well, fine. I'm going to find a way out of here, and find a way to save you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" With that, Ema turned on her heel and made a move to storm off. The reunion was over, and Ema wanted to take her leave before Lana turned her back and dismissed her.
That part was always the worst.
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Can't you see I'm doing this for you? But to admit that would be tantamount to a confession, and just as unacceptable. It was better she didn't know.
Lana closed her eyes. By the time she opened them, Ema had vanished. Good.
She turned back to the bulletin board, and resumed her methodical survey. The one person who would have noticed that every time she tilted her head to see a new note, every tendon stood out, had already gone.