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norainu ([personal profile] norainu) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-04-04 07:27 am

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.

[identity profile] killing-suzie.livejournal.com 2007-04-04 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I find that hard to believe," Jack said. "Unless they do hair and nails here, too. Kind of like the Soviet gulag version of a spa." He seemed unbothered by her standing up. "So I'm taking it you know the Corps? On the run from them, too? Small universe."

[identity profile] ontheabyss.livejournal.com 2007-04-04 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Lyta wasn't even listening. She was in flight mode, her heart beating so hard she could hardly even hear. Forgetting her breakfast, she fled to the closest person who was by themself, hoping he wouldn't follow her...

(moving down a thread)

[identity profile] killing-suzie.livejournal.com 2007-04-04 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack watched her go, and shrugged. "Oh well. You can't win 'em all." He'd have to try talking to her again, some other, much later time. Mostly because he wanted to know just why she seemed so scared of the organization that he was running from, too.

He pulled her tray across the table and started working on her cinnamon roll.

[identity profile] killing-suzie.livejournal.com 2007-04-04 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
(moving to here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/87510.html?thread=4951510#t4954582))