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DAY 23: BREAKFAST
That hadn't felt like an entire night.
And his goddamn head hurt. Pounded, even. Enough that he wondered if he was going to end up playing another round of "Christen the nurse" this morning.
Maybe it was because he'd spent so much time and energy trying to find Nowe. That could be the reason behind both those problems. Just the thought of it made his stomach turn, made him want to fucking choke something.
Still, there was shit to do. He forced himself out of bed to put away his pens and the other leftovers from the adventures that didn't happen last night. He'd have to try to talk to Sora today, to see if they could just do tonight what they were going to do last night... and to see if the kid was doing alright.
...he just wished his head would stop hurting. That was probably the result of just how badly he'd overreached himself the previous morning.
The nurse that showed up to get him was cheerful. He grunted at her, listening to her with only half an ear until she mentioned all the excitement, about someone pretending to be a patient, all that crap that Landel had mentioned.
Renji gave her a narrow-eyed look. "Dr. Landel is a goddamn lying coward, and he's lying about that, too," he said. Whether it was true or not, there was only so much good cheer he could take on a shitty morning. "I hope he chokes on a cock." No matter how much venom he put in that statement, it wasn't enough.
Then he had to listen to a lecture about language and gratitude for the rest of the walk to the cafeteria, so maybe it wasn't worth it after all. She dragged him through the breakfast line, and he ended up with granola and toast and tea and a cinnamon roll, because not even a shitty fucking night could ruin his sweet tooth. Though that thing was looking a little too sweet.
The cafeteria was pretty much empty; he had his run of the place. He sat himself about as far from the doors as he could get, and proceeded to stare at his breakfast.
And his goddamn head hurt. Pounded, even. Enough that he wondered if he was going to end up playing another round of "Christen the nurse" this morning.
Maybe it was because he'd spent so much time and energy trying to find Nowe. That could be the reason behind both those problems. Just the thought of it made his stomach turn, made him want to fucking choke something.
Still, there was shit to do. He forced himself out of bed to put away his pens and the other leftovers from the adventures that didn't happen last night. He'd have to try to talk to Sora today, to see if they could just do tonight what they were going to do last night... and to see if the kid was doing alright.
...he just wished his head would stop hurting. That was probably the result of just how badly he'd overreached himself the previous morning.
The nurse that showed up to get him was cheerful. He grunted at her, listening to her with only half an ear until she mentioned all the excitement, about someone pretending to be a patient, all that crap that Landel had mentioned.
Renji gave her a narrow-eyed look. "Dr. Landel is a goddamn lying coward, and he's lying about that, too," he said. Whether it was true or not, there was only so much good cheer he could take on a shitty morning. "I hope he chokes on a cock." No matter how much venom he put in that statement, it wasn't enough.
Then he had to listen to a lecture about language and gratitude for the rest of the walk to the cafeteria, so maybe it wasn't worth it after all. She dragged him through the breakfast line, and he ended up with granola and toast and tea and a cinnamon roll, because not even a shitty fucking night could ruin his sweet tooth. Though that thing was looking a little too sweet.
The cafeteria was pretty much empty; he had his run of the place. He sat himself about as far from the doors as he could get, and proceeded to stare at his breakfast.
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Oh great. He was one of those. How did they always find her? What was it about her that said 'horny men who think you're funny, come talk to me!'? It never failed. She couldn't even escape them when she was locked in a deranged, inter-dimensional mental institute.
What gods had she pissed off to end up with the life she had?
"I'd prefer that you go away and find someone else to annoy," Lyta said, through gritted teeth. "And if you keep smiling at me, I'll knock your teeth out."
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Found nothing. Lyta's expression turned immediately to one of anger. He wasn't there, his mind... it was nothing! And she'd felt that before...
"You!!" she exclaimed, standing up suddenly and glaring at the man with hate filled eyes. Her small, toned body radiated with anger as she pointed an accusing finger at Jack.
"You're one of them!"
A blank spot. Like the nurses and the doctors and the monsters. He was one of them! He was one of the hospital's minions!
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"So... let me guess," he said, "You're one of the people that actually belongs in here, right?" He tilted his head to the side. "Or do you cause a scene with all the boys you eat with?"
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"You feel just like them. Just like the doctors and the nurses - you're the same. You can't fool me, you can't trick me. I've tried to feel them for days and I can't, the same way I can't feel you."
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"Feel me? Well, since your hands have come nowhere near me - a shame, that - let me think..." He gave her an assessing look. "No, no... definitely not one of those, you're not oozing mucus... maybe... no, not one of those either -" He took a delicate sniff, "- yeah, you don't smell like corn flakes. Oh, did you try to use telepathy on me, you naughty girl?" He waggled a finger at her. "Shame, shame. That's not going to do you any good."
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Lyta slapped him, reaching across the table and bringing her hand against his cheek in a ringing strike. She didn't even try and use her mind to do it first, she used her hand, the full weight of her battle toned muscles behind it.
"Don't you ever, ever talk to me like that again," she hissed.
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He smiled at her, though this smile had a very cold, hard, almost calculating cast to it. "Considering you've called me names, yelled at me, pointed at me, accused me - without grounds, I'll add - and then tried to poke your fingers into my mind, I think you're hardly one to dictate courtesy for the purposes of this conversation."
Giving his cheek one last gentle pat, he took another bite of his cinnamon roll, his good cheer coming back with the sweet taste. "And slapping me definitely isn't going to make your telepathy work. Neither will punching me, kicking me, stabbing me, or shooting me in the head. So how about you sit down and enjoy this lovely breakfast we've been provided, and we can talk about this like civilized beings?"
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"Now you tell me why you feel just like the sick fucks that run this place, and maybe we can do the civilized thing."
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"Well, when I was in the Corps, we did a lot of anti-telepath training. Secrecy and all, can't let things leak out. So might have something to do with that." He shrugged. "I've also been accused of being a corpse pretty often in the recent past, so it could always have something to do with that. It's kind of a personal problem."
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Lyta realized she'd said to much the moment Jack mentioned the Corps. And she'd mentioned the Vorlons, and even if she hadn't given her name...
Fuck!
The last thing she needed was to deal with the Corps while she was in this place. And how had he managed to hold his shields up here? Other than the simple fact that Lyta was still dealing with getting her Vorlon abilities under control, and if he was a P-12 he'd obviously be able to hold shields here....
"I have somewhere I need to be," she said, taking a step back, her eyes darting around the room for someone, anyone she knew!
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(moving down a thread)
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He pulled her tray across the table and started working on her cinnamon roll.
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