http://zack-fair.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] zack-fair.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2010-03-23 03:45 am

Night 48: M51-M60 Hallway

[M57]

Having no roommate pretty much sucked. Even if the first guy who'd been in here with him had just slept the whole time, at least there'd been someone else around. It was one small thing to focus on, even if only as a perplexity. Tieria had actually given him someone to talk to after that, but this evening the man had just never shown up. Did that mean he was gone? Or maybe the nurses switched things around sometime. If not, though, that'd make the second roommate of his who'd just up and disappeared.

Was he bad luck or something?

It looked like he had the room to himself for the moment, but that wasn't something Zack liked. He'd prefer to have someone to chat with over dinner, but instead he'd been forced to eat in silence and then scribble in his journal to pass the time. He'd made sure to get a hold of his flashlight before the lights went out, but since that was really the only thing he needed at this point, it wasn't like he'd had to do much preparation.

The announcements from the Head Doc spiced things up a little, but it was hard to care too much when Zack had barely any idea of what the man was going on about. Jill, a rebel... what was all that? Maybe he could ask Aidou, since the kid seemed to be well-informed. If they got the chance, anyway. He didn't know how much effort this task of theirs was going to take, but he'd stay focused on the matter at hand if that was what it came to. He was nothing if not a good soldier, as much as it hurt him to admit these days.

Once Landel was done talking, all Zack could do was wait. He stood in the center of the room and started in on some squats, figuring that he could limber up while he waited for Aidou to arrive. He hoped it wouldn't take too long.

[identity profile] usoppsenchou.livejournal.com 2010-03-27 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Usopp winced at the remark, although it wasn't particularly harsh, and looked over Kabuto one more time before looking back at Scourge haplessly. "It's the great slingshot, Kabuto." How did you explain that you were a sharpshooter, and just sort of happened to have specialized in a ranged weapon that wasn't pistols or even rifles? The main reason he'd always stuck with that, the ability to create his own ammunition which was better than a lead ball but needed more careful firing, was gone now. Maybe outside he'd find some large enough rocks. Pulling back the slingshot in mime, Usopp tried again. "See, it's a weapon. Look, it's just mine, you know?"

Putting his free hand up helplessly for a short shrug again, Usopp gestured to the hallway and beyond. "I'm heading outside. If you don't wanna go, and don't understand what I'm talking about, sorry. You can get mad at me when we get to the doors, I guess."

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