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damned_institute2010-04-13 01:15 pm
diamondstorm) wrote in damned_institute2010-04-13 01:15 pm
Dayshift 49: Bus 2
Morning hit without warning, with the sheer knowledge hitting the Digimon before anything else that today they were going back to Doyletown. Her feet hit the floor and she rotated her right shoulder experimentally. The skin stretched tight, soreness persevering, but it moved fine. She stretched her fingers then curled them into a fist, staring at the tanned skin that was her right arm. If something happened this time... She would be more useful. Her mind replayed the events of last week, and Renamon stilled, considering.
There wasn't much time left to her as the nurse bustled in with an armful of clothes, the same shade as the weeks before. The woman murmured a cheery complaint that it was too cold for skirts and left Renamon to change. The pants were preferable to the past two weeks, though the other item she was left with gave too much to irony. She frowned at it for a minute, then slid it over her head, reflecting that this motion in days or weeks past would have left her shuddering. It meant she was becoming used to this human body, and that was nothing that boded well. She grabbed her notebook before being led to a bus, and slid into a seat halfway down the aisle, pressing against the window. Again, the previous night had been more than short. Was it just her, or was there something more to it?
[for Haseo!]
There wasn't much time left to her as the nurse bustled in with an armful of clothes, the same shade as the weeks before. The woman murmured a cheery complaint that it was too cold for skirts and left Renamon to change. The pants were preferable to the past two weeks, though the other item she was left with gave too much to irony. She frowned at it for a minute, then slid it over her head, reflecting that this motion in days or weeks past would have left her shuddering. It meant she was becoming used to this human body, and that was nothing that boded well. She grabbed her notebook before being led to a bus, and slid into a seat halfway down the aisle, pressing against the window. Again, the previous night had been more than short. Was it just her, or was there something more to it?
[for Haseo!]
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It took a moment for Scar to register someone had spoken. A familiar voice at that. He tore his gaze from whatever he had been staring at to look at whoever had decided to claim the seat next to him, only to recognize the woman in question as one who - after all he had been through last night - didn't quite wish to deal with right now.
After shooting her a glare, he turned back his head to resume the activity of staring out of the window. "Would you move if I told you I did?" came the answer.
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"Oh no way..." Donna didn't even respond to the man's return question before she was halfway to standing again. She should have recognized that mess of black hair and steered clear in the first place.
Just as she was about to step into the aisle though, a nurse demanded she take her seat as they were just about to leave. Her attempts at protest were thwarted just the same when the bus revved to life. Great. Huffing, Donna gave the nurse an appropriate glare before slumping back with her apparent seat mate. Apparently the luck of her clothes could only last for so long.
"Looks like I'm stuck with you..." she sneered.
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"I'm thrilled," he responded curtly without bothering to look at her, lacking the edge that usually came with his sarcasm. He was in no mood to deal with this woman at all.
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