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Entry tags:
- aigis,
- brainiac 5,
- canada,
- castiel,
- claire bennet,
- claire littleton,
- claude,
- dean winchester,
- edgar,
- ema skye,
- gambit,
- germany,
- guy,
- indiana jones,
- isaac,
- ishida,
- izaya,
- japan,
- jo,
- kairi,
- kay,
- kirk,
- klavier,
- l,
- lana skye,
- masaomi,
- mello,
- minato,
- morgan,
- peter parker,
- peter petrelli,
- prussia,
- rita,
- ritsuka,
- s.t.,
- scar (tlk),
- scott pilgrim,
- snow,
- sora,
- spock,
- taura,
- the doctor,
- tim drake,
- tomoe,
- trickster,
- two-face,
- venom,
- woody,
- xemnas,
- zack
Day 52: Game Room
Lunch had taken his mind from his worries, if only for a few minutes. But after the intercom sounded and the nurses began leading patients onto the next activity, one look at the bulletin board brought everything back in full force. No replies from Ashton, Dias or Dad. By now Claude felt like he was practically counting down until the end of the day, when he was going to have to finally grapple with the real possibility that most of his friends from before Landel's, as well as his own father, had fallen victim to the institute.
And now he was going to have to deal with his mother being here on top of that. It didn't seem like a coincidence that she'd show up right when his father's whereabouts were so up in the air. But what did it mean? Why couldn't Landel leave his family out of this?
Normally, the announcement about new video games would have made him perk up, but his eyebrows only knit together with concern as his nurse led him into the game room. That didn't seem to stop her from trying to get him to unwind, though.
"Oh, come now, Thomas, you've worn that expression for most of the day!" she told him with a frown. "Why don't you have a bit of fun now that your eyes are all better? I'm sure you could use it."
The last thing he wanted was to be reminded of his "sleep studies", he darkly thought to himself. But before he could protest, his nurse had sat him down in front of one of the television screens. There was an old gaming console, one Claude had never seen before, and he glanced at her with a confused expression. "Go on," she encouraged as she placed one of the controllers in his hands. "I know how much you enjoy these kinds of things. Someone will come play with you soon, too, I'm sure. Doesn't that sound nice?"
He didn't have time to answer her, because she'd soon bustled off to tend to some of the other patients. Claude watched her leave with a sigh. He realized the daytime staff meant well, which made knowing what they turned into at night even worse to think about. But now he was just being negative for the sake of it, wasn't he?
Taking in a small breath, he reached over to the console and turned it on. As long as he was waiting for some kind of answer from the bulletin, there probably wasn't much he could do except pass the time. Claude watched the title screen appear on the television, his expression growing more curious in spite of himself. Super Mario Bros....
[For Prussia!]
And now he was going to have to deal with his mother being here on top of that. It didn't seem like a coincidence that she'd show up right when his father's whereabouts were so up in the air. But what did it mean? Why couldn't Landel leave his family out of this?
Normally, the announcement about new video games would have made him perk up, but his eyebrows only knit together with concern as his nurse led him into the game room. That didn't seem to stop her from trying to get him to unwind, though.
"Oh, come now, Thomas, you've worn that expression for most of the day!" she told him with a frown. "Why don't you have a bit of fun now that your eyes are all better? I'm sure you could use it."
The last thing he wanted was to be reminded of his "sleep studies", he darkly thought to himself. But before he could protest, his nurse had sat him down in front of one of the television screens. There was an old gaming console, one Claude had never seen before, and he glanced at her with a confused expression. "Go on," she encouraged as she placed one of the controllers in his hands. "I know how much you enjoy these kinds of things. Someone will come play with you soon, too, I'm sure. Doesn't that sound nice?"
He didn't have time to answer her, because she'd soon bustled off to tend to some of the other patients. Claude watched her leave with a sigh. He realized the daytime staff meant well, which made knowing what they turned into at night even worse to think about. But now he was just being negative for the sake of it, wasn't he?
Taking in a small breath, he reached over to the console and turned it on. As long as he was waiting for some kind of answer from the bulletin, there probably wasn't much he could do except pass the time. Claude watched the title screen appear on the television, his expression growing more curious in spite of himself. Super Mario Bros....
[For Prussia!]
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Asuka's scowling eyes traveled over each patient and every table that held some pedestrian children's game. She was not a child, though that hardly seemed an excuse since she saw grown men sitting around board games. Oh how low the mighty have fallen. Her nurse seemed to pick up on her gloomy aura, for she put her hand on the redhead's back and guided her further into the room with a sympathetic smile.
"Now, now, it'll be fun. And I'm sure you'll be able to make new friends out of this. Just try..."
The eva pilot simply gave her a light "humph!" and walked away with her head held high. Unfortunately, the angle almost made her trip over a patient sitting on the floor.
Who in the hell sits right in the middle of--Oh, no...
It was Toji, playing some video game on the institute's TV. "How typical..." She mumbled before cutting into the fourth child properly. "Instead of trying to form alliances with other patients or learn more about why you are stuck here, you decide to be anti-social and play video games. What a reliable comrade you are..."
no subject
Deep inside he was pissed off to all hell when he saw Shinji in the showers, but even deeper inside he regrettably felt comfortable knowing that someone else he knew was here with him; that contentment and raw anger all at once created a drunken slurry of incomprehensible feeling inside of him, something he wasn't really sure of. With Shinji around, he knew there was a chance-- a chance to get out of here, and the overwhelming confidence that he really wasn't crazy after all, though arguably everyone else here was. He wasn't patient Tanaka, he was a Suzuhara, and he was sure of it... But it wasn't enough, and a kind of weariness and paranoia of being wrong seemed to overwhelm him, and this wasn't a good time for optimism to fail him--
"--Ow!"
He rubbed the back of his head, gritted teeth and all, as he glanced up at the red-head. It was weird enough seeing her in what was practically pajamas for guys, it was even worse that he came in and reminded him of what he was supposed to be doing and-- lose his game, goddamn!
Toji's voice was a low croak as he turned to face the television again, brows furrowed. "What're you doin' followin' me around for? Fuck off, Soryu."