[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/956874.html?thread=71605194#t71605194).]
The world outside the room presented itself as equally anomalous. This facility Van had supposedly placed her in appeared more sterile than what could be considered healthy; however, she could not find any medical equipment. She also could not detect any patient who held the obvious signs of disease and decay. If anything, everyone seemed relatively normal, though a significant number bore some type of injury.
Anyone would have missed the signs. Tear, on the other hand, simply grew suspicious. Wherever her brother had deemed appropriate, it was not the type of facility she would associate with the ill.
She kept the woman walking ahead in her peripheral as attention slid over these details. Although she had agreed to keep her questions until the end of breakfast, there was now something the soldier had to know. It would do more harm to wait. "May I ask a question?" she threw out, voice even. "The name of this place--what is it?"
"Landel's Institute," the other returned. "We are a mental health facility."
This put a brief halt to her steps, the words spilling out before Tear had a chance to think. "Wait." A mental health facility? That couldn't be right--not by any stretch of the imagination. And still, she could see the possibility. Van had committed worse. Van had... But that didn't make it any less unbelievable! "My brother put me in an asylum?"
"Miss Roe, please." The woman paused to throw the younger an incredulous stare. "Your brother only wants the best for your health. Let's save the questions for after breakfast. So if you will..." She again waved her hand forward.
The reprimand in the tone was obvious. To her own displeasure, Tear relented, realizing simultaneously that the effort was futile. She had also promised: after breakfast. She could use the time to collect her thoughts until then. "All right." A sigh. "But I expect some answers afterward."
"Of course."
They arrived in the cafeteria soon after, where Tear was given a brief set of instructions on meal times. Her nurse (or what the woman introduced herself as) then left her to her own device, allowing the Melodist to gather a meager tray for consumption. Not that she had actual plans to eat, but chances were high that she would be left alone if she had some food with her. After a brief survey of the area, she took a seat at an empty table.
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The world outside the room presented itself as equally anomalous. This facility Van had supposedly placed her in appeared more sterile than what could be considered healthy; however, she could not find any medical equipment. She also could not detect any patient who held the obvious signs of disease and decay. If anything, everyone seemed relatively normal, though a significant number bore some type of injury.
Anyone would have missed the signs. Tear, on the other hand, simply grew suspicious. Wherever her brother had deemed appropriate, it was not the type of facility she would associate with the ill.
She kept the woman walking ahead in her peripheral as attention slid over these details. Although she had agreed to keep her questions until the end of breakfast, there was now something the soldier had to know. It would do more harm to wait. "May I ask a question?" she threw out, voice even. "The name of this place--what is it?"
"Landel's Institute," the other returned. "We are a mental health facility."
This put a brief halt to her steps, the words spilling out before Tear had a chance to think. "Wait." A mental health facility? That couldn't be right--not by any stretch of the imagination. And still, she could see the possibility. Van had committed worse. Van had... But that didn't make it any less unbelievable! "My brother put me in an asylum?"
"Miss Roe, please." The woman paused to throw the younger an incredulous stare. "Your brother only wants the best for your health. Let's save the questions for after breakfast. So if you will..." She again waved her hand forward.
The reprimand in the tone was obvious. To her own displeasure, Tear relented, realizing simultaneously that the effort was futile. She had also promised: after breakfast. She could use the time to collect her thoughts until then. "All right." A sigh. "But I expect some answers afterward."
"Of course."
They arrived in the cafeteria soon after, where Tear was given a brief set of instructions on meal times. Her nurse (or what the woman introduced herself as) then left her to her own device, allowing the Melodist to gather a meager tray for consumption. Not that she had actual plans to eat, but chances were high that she would be left alone if she had some food with her. After a brief survey of the area, she took a seat at an empty table.
[Luke. ♥]