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damned_institute2010-05-08 10:05 pm
doneinthree) wrote in damned_institute2010-05-08 10:05 pm
Day 49: Evening - Bus 3
Kirk had barely begun to dry when a nurse appeared to order them to the buses, but he left the warm shelter of the sheriff's office without complaint, and without even bothering to do up the buttons of his coat. The apprehension which had been edging around his thoughts all day was unignorable now, although probably only those who knew him could read it in the urgency of his movements. To the nurses he passed, he simply seemed like another patient in a rush to get out of the rain.
Last week's trip had apparently ended with everything exploding into mayhem at the end of the day, so fact that they were getting as far as the bus was a good sign — probably. Kirk for one would let himself relax once he was sure they weren't all about to be drowned. With this rain, there was little chance of gathering the crew again to discuss their findings, but he'd still rather get there soon enough to make sure they were all accounted for.
As luck would have it, Kirk's speed put him among the first dozen to board the buses. The nurse giving pat-downs before scolded him for not dressing properly, which he deflected with a grin and a cheerful suggestion of how else she could handle him. With how quickly she pushed him on the bus after that, it was too bad Kirk didn't actually have anything to smuggle back.
He chose a seat near the front, and settled in to look out the window for familiar faces. You had to hand it to Landel's staff — at the rate the prisoners were being rounded up, they'd be off in this hellish storm in no time.
[Roxas]
Last week's trip had apparently ended with everything exploding into mayhem at the end of the day, so fact that they were getting as far as the bus was a good sign — probably. Kirk for one would let himself relax once he was sure they weren't all about to be drowned. With this rain, there was little chance of gathering the crew again to discuss their findings, but he'd still rather get there soon enough to make sure they were all accounted for.
As luck would have it, Kirk's speed put him among the first dozen to board the buses. The nurse giving pat-downs before scolded him for not dressing properly, which he deflected with a grin and a cheerful suggestion of how else she could handle him. With how quickly she pushed him on the bus after that, it was too bad Kirk didn't actually have anything to smuggle back.
He chose a seat near the front, and settled in to look out the window for familiar faces. You had to hand it to Landel's staff — at the rate the prisoners were being rounded up, they'd be off in this hellish storm in no time.
[Roxas]
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Sechs' lips shifted into a thoughtful pout towards the side of his mouth. ...Yeah, Fai was right. Nothing disastrous happened, and so far no one had gotten lost. His ego was still pretty busted up though, but things could be worse -- he could have suffered a pitiful loss at a battle; that was far worse than having bits of polish on his nails and Wally around to pester him again. No one he knew had died today either.
Finally, Sechs gazed back at Fai and gave him a solemn nod. "Yeah... I guess you're right," Sechs mumbled as his frown softened. He withdrew his hands from his pockets and crossed his arms over his lap, his posture relaxing somewhat. "Other than this stupid rain, it wasn't too bad. I figured it would have been just as bad as last time or worse..."
Sechs' warrior instincts weren't totally satisfied though. There was still that creeping chill in his back and whatever surprises that bastard Landel may have in store for everyone back at the institute... He would just have to be ready for when that time came. For now, he still had some remaining nail polish to pick off.