http://future-games.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] future-games.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2010-10-06 03:53 am (UTC)

[O hai Sparky. :D]

Skipping three meals--lunch, breakfast, and dinner the night before-- was finally catching up to Isaac. Despite his suicidal thoughts being calmed by Peter, his irritability had returned at full force. He fought with the nurse when she tried to lead him to his next destination, her sugary sweet brand of kindness doing little more than grinding against his raw nerves. He swore and scowled, but eventually gave in, settling on shooting the nurse a burning glare while she escorted him down the hall.

He wasn't impressed by the Game Room. He wasn't big on games of any type. They didn't keep his attention in the same way a paintbrush and paint could, but it didn't matter anyway. He wasn't in the mood to do anything or speak to anyone. He wandered over to a free couch, slouched, and surveyed the room with expressionless eyes. Hopefully this shift would go quickly.

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