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damned_institute2010-06-27 11:20 pm
ninelivesonce) wrote in damned_institute2010-06-27 11:20 pm
Entry tags:
- brainiac 5,
- callisto,
- claire bennet,
- germany,
- japan,
- kenshin,
- matt,
- mele,
- minako,
- scott pilgrim,
- sylar,
- taura,
- the flash,
- venom,
- yukari yakumo,
- zack
Day 50: Sun Room (4th Shift)
The Sun Room was dark when Taura re-entered it; her eyes adjusted quickly, but not quickly enough to avoid one of the 'techs coming over to talk to her.
"Were you going to join us for the movie, Kitty?" she asked, waving a hand at what appeared to be a 2-D projector screen.
"Movie?" This was, apparently, the wrong question to ask, as the woman's face fell into a moue of practiced disappointment.
"You can't keep doing this to yourself, Kitty." Doing what, exactly, was something 'Kitty' was evidently supposed to know. Then the screen flicked on, and some sort of advertisement was playing while a staffer adjusted the volume. Oh. The term was unfamiliar, but entertainment hadn't changed that much.
"I mean, er, what movie is it?" Taura rumbled, keeping her voice low so as not to interrupt. That must have been the right question; the woman brightened back up and started explaining.
"King Kong!" she said, clearly expecting a reply. Then she sighed, and continued. "It's about a giant ape, brought back from an exploration," she began. "It's also a love story -- oh, just trust me. It's a classic."
"The ape falls in love?" That sounded a little outré, at least by Institute standards of entertainment. Not by Jacksonian ones, but those Taura had been just as pleased to leave behind.
"Oh, nothing like that. Well, the ape does fall in love -- but it's just a beast. Why, Fay Wray doesn't even come up to its waist." Taura blinked at her again. What did height have to do with it, anyway? She was leaning, just a little, without even realizing it. Perhaps looming would be a better word. The 'tech blinked back, and then finally the penny dropped. "Oh...oh. Maybe it wouldn't be to your taste, dear." And with that, she scurried off to adjust a chair that was already facing the screen quite adequately. Taura sighed, and slipped through the gathering crowd to the bulletin board.
[Zack]
"Were you going to join us for the movie, Kitty?" she asked, waving a hand at what appeared to be a 2-D projector screen.
"Movie?" This was, apparently, the wrong question to ask, as the woman's face fell into a moue of practiced disappointment.
"You can't keep doing this to yourself, Kitty." Doing what, exactly, was something 'Kitty' was evidently supposed to know. Then the screen flicked on, and some sort of advertisement was playing while a staffer adjusted the volume. Oh. The term was unfamiliar, but entertainment hadn't changed that much.
"I mean, er, what movie is it?" Taura rumbled, keeping her voice low so as not to interrupt. That must have been the right question; the woman brightened back up and started explaining.
"King Kong!" she said, clearly expecting a reply. Then she sighed, and continued. "It's about a giant ape, brought back from an exploration," she began. "It's also a love story -- oh, just trust me. It's a classic."
"The ape falls in love?" That sounded a little outré, at least by Institute standards of entertainment. Not by Jacksonian ones, but those Taura had been just as pleased to leave behind.
"Oh, nothing like that. Well, the ape does fall in love -- but it's just a beast. Why, Fay Wray doesn't even come up to its waist." Taura blinked at her again. What did height have to do with it, anyway? She was leaning, just a little, without even realizing it. Perhaps looming would be a better word. The 'tech blinked back, and then finally the penny dropped. "Oh...oh. Maybe it wouldn't be to your taste, dear." And with that, she scurried off to adjust a chair that was already facing the screen quite adequately. Taura sighed, and slipped through the gathering crowd to the bulletin board.
[Zack]
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For all of his taunting, pretending her words didn't mean anything, and about her dad and the company and the movie and all of those similarities the he liked to latch onto, she managed to keep a straight face. She even managed to let her rage remain at a low boil while he had the audacity to shush her. But the one thing she couldn't stand for was watching him sit there and pretend like he didn't know exactly what was up there. She wasn't going to sit there and let him scare her with something that he'd already done, something he'd have no reason to do again.
That was one thing he couldn't hold over her head. Because he'd never be able to hurt her again. No one could. She couldn't feel enough to really get hurt.
The worry about making a scene was pushed to the back of her mind. It didn't matter how much she wanted to stay below the radar here, because she'd rather strangle Sylar at this point and the nurses should just be grateful she didn't go for the throat. Instead, she just planted a hand on the seat between them and leaned across, no longer bothering to keep her voice down as she swatted his hand away from his face with her free hand.
"You think because he … humors you that you're the same? Don't kid yourself. He's nothing like you," there was an unspoken concession that her dad wasn't all that much of a hero, either, though. A kind of nuance in her growled tone that indicated that he still hadn't made it back into her good books. But, that was the best Sylar was going to get on the subject.
"My dad's not the one who cut it open. You should know better than anyone what's up there, right? It's too bad you don't remember, because you're not getting another look." Her speech was rushed and heated, and immediately afterward she got to her feet and stomped away, the sheer haste of her flight from the chair causing it to screech loudly over the tile floor. One of the nurses tried to stop her to talk to her, but she was trying to get out of the room before the furious tears that were already threatening to fall from her cheeks. She was bound and determined not to let Sylar see them.