ext_203827 ([identity profile] angels-inflight.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2010-04-14 01:26 pm (UTC)

"Thank you, though I don't think your name is strange, Battler." The sad thing was that Naminé was being completely honest. After all, she knew plenty of people with stranger names. A natural consequence of the mixing of worlds, but she paid no more mind to that when Battler pointed out that he had spoken to her on the board. Her eyes widened a bit at the realization, though she had to wait until the nurse who overheard their conversation had walked away before replying. That's right, she did offer him information... What a coincidence!

"Ah, that was you? I'm sorry, I tried to find the note again so I could tell you what I looked like, but I couldn't find it..." It wasn't that Naminé didn't know where it was, but it wasn't where she last remembered it. It definitely had been moved or obscured, but that didn't matter now, she guessed. However, she promised Battler, so she would tell him what little she knew. That was, after she warned him about Doyleton.

Given what she was told, Naminé naturally looked a little apprehensive when Battler asked her if there was anything "interesting" about Doyleton. She hadn't actually witnessed any of the strange events that went down there, so... It was going to be difficult to describe, wasn't it? Perhaps it was best to start with what she knew.

"Not especially. We're allowed to walk around the town freely, but the nurses are watching in various places. I've never heard of anyone escaping, so... I'm not sure if that's a wise thing to do." Her last sentence was a little vague, because Naminé wasn't sure if there even was a consequence to trying to escape. Was it difficult, or merely impossible like back at the Institute? "You can use those coupons they give us for food, but other than that, we can't really buy anything or take anything back with us. They search you before you re-enter the bus at the end of the day, so be prepared for that. That's during the day, and we're usually back at night."

Right, the night time. Naminé paused again, thoughtfully trailing off. Would anything happen tonight?

"I never been on a trip where we stayed overnight, but I've heard... stories about what happened on the last trip. I wasn't here, though, so I can't tell you exactly what happened."

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