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damned_institute2010-11-26 02:48 pm
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- zack
Day 53: Sun Room, Morning
With breakfast finished and a new acquaintance made, the Scarecrow's mind turned to his other friends. The disappearance of Depth Charge's friend had brought back memories of how he'd felt when Kaiji went missing: helpless, useless, as though he should have and could have done something more to find him. If only he had his brain, then maybe he could have thought of something!
As much as he didn't like to admit it, it was unlikely his former roommate was still within the Institute's walls at this point, though the Scarecrow wouldn't know for sure unless Kaiji returned to visit him as Dorothy had, encouraging his supposed recovery. There was still the concern that Landel, despite his vile methods, was actually right and he was suffering from the delusion of having been a scarecrow in Oz. After all, that movie had been a pretty elaborate trick. Would he have planted it in town on purpose, knowing the Scarecrow would be taken there the night of the enchanted doors? And how could he guarantee that once he did find it, he'd take it and actually watch it? There was so much guesswork involved- it seemed the Wizard Landel either liked coincidences or he had more power on his side than any of the patients could have guessed.
The Scarecrow stopped by the bulletin board before heading for a seat, considering writing a note to his friends to check on them. He'd heard from Depth Charge, Remy, and Kibitoshin within a day's time, so he figured they were probably fine (as fine as Depth Charge could have been after last night, anyway). He'd seen Mele and Scar the day before. He put a finger to his head, thinking- he'd not heard from Abe or Sangamon in a day or so, but being professionals, they were probably very busy. Perhaps a note would be best for them.
[Kibby]
As much as he didn't like to admit it, it was unlikely his former roommate was still within the Institute's walls at this point, though the Scarecrow wouldn't know for sure unless Kaiji returned to visit him as Dorothy had, encouraging his supposed recovery. There was still the concern that Landel, despite his vile methods, was actually right and he was suffering from the delusion of having been a scarecrow in Oz. After all, that movie had been a pretty elaborate trick. Would he have planted it in town on purpose, knowing the Scarecrow would be taken there the night of the enchanted doors? And how could he guarantee that once he did find it, he'd take it and actually watch it? There was so much guesswork involved- it seemed the Wizard Landel either liked coincidences or he had more power on his side than any of the patients could have guessed.
The Scarecrow stopped by the bulletin board before heading for a seat, considering writing a note to his friends to check on them. He'd heard from Depth Charge, Remy, and Kibitoshin within a day's time, so he figured they were probably fine (as fine as Depth Charge could have been after last night, anyway). He'd seen Mele and Scar the day before. He put a finger to his head, thinking- he'd not heard from Abe or Sangamon in a day or so, but being professionals, they were probably very busy. Perhaps a note would be best for them.
[Kibby]
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He turned.
With the room filling up with other patients - prisoners, same thing at this point - he didn't spot the guy immediately. When he did, Dean was startled to see the guy staring right at him, this really pale dude who looked like he could stand to take a step outside or something. Dean glanced down at himself, half expecting one of the cats always around the Sun Room to have thrown up on him or - nope, he was clean, and he still couldn't figure out why the other guy was staring at him. Dean thought about ignoring him. For all he knew, there could be a good reason he was staring. Maybe he recognized him? It wasn't exactly the first time he'd run into someone in Landels who acted like they knew him and he guessed technically they had, pre-brain wipe or whatever they were going to call it.
Dean finally got up and approached the other patient, taking a seat without asking and flashing him one of those friendly grins that weren't that friendly.
"I know you? You're making eyes like I forgot to get your number," Dean said. Try as he might, he still couldn't tell if he was supposed to recognize this man. Thin face like that, he thought he should've, but there was just a big blank.
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As soon as he's recognised he realises the natural rhythm one goes through when realising someone has been watching them for what could be full minutes. First, they wonder whether there's something on their face or on their clothes, sometimes they question whether it's in their heads but usually they fall onto ignoring whoever it is (because that is, as far as Sherlock could understand, what polite people do). Admittedly, their actions would be stiff and wary, because they know that someone's watching, and sometimes it would be about that time that Sherlock would watch someone else. Usually, though, he kept his gaze on them. What intrigued Sherlock was how certain cultures reacted to the attention - some would be offended, some would be uncomfortable and others would welcome it. It was interesting, something quite basic but ultimately it could change quite a few reactions. It also depended on the person, of course - but personality traits were easy to spot in the way that they hold themselves, how they smile and even how they don't.
His target reacted in the ways that were usual for someone to react - right up until he sat down beside Sherlock. It didn't phase him, it didn't necessarily interest him, but it was a social cue that Sherlock decided to go along with.
"My number would be useless here, they've taken my phone." He pointed out, looking at Dean as though he had recently grown an extra head.
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It wasn’t surprising, aside from the whole kidnapping out of thin air thing. That still had him going but it didn’t seem to matter if you were in the middle of doing something when you got snatched, from what he’d seen. So phones, whole cars, maybe pets or….whatever were probably floating around here too. That or his car was wrapped around a tree, which was way way too sucky to even think about. Dean’s jaw had tensed just at that thought. Okay, yeah. He didn’t need to have that mental image of her totaled like that. Once was bad enough. Between the deal and the stuff with Sam, having the Impala rusting somewhere in a trash heap was like karma was kicking him when he was down. Seemed like overkill to him. Dean pretended like he wasn’t aware of the fact that Peeping Tom here? Was totally making these eyes at him still, except it wasn’t the sexy eyes. More like he was talking buckets of crazy.
“Dean,” he volunteered instead, sticking out his hand.