08 July 2009 @ 05:58 pm
((Closed to the Grim Heaper))

Heh, it seemed like he'd riled up Sho Minamimoto well enough from that one comment. It was refreshing, really; while the Reaper was certainly capable of coming up with innovative strategies, his basic core was still the same. It was a challenge each time, but not a serious one; something that Joshua could enjoy without putting too much effort into it.

Of course, now he was the one at the disadvantage, and Minamimoto was the one who could end this game as he pleased. Even still, the thrill of the Game filled Joshua as he strolled down the lanes of the park, waiting for Minamimoto. 'Magus' Park, a high class of men who revolutionized the field of astronomy and mathematics. He was sure that Minamimoto would think to search their, considering how he knew Joshua's flair for the dramatic. And if not, it certainly wasn't an unpleasant wait, now was it?
 
 
30 June 2009 @ 08:33 pm
[From here]

The first store to really catch his attention was one that appeared to carry various items used for repair. Some Takasugi was familiar with while others he'd never seen before. From the window, he could already spot a few that could prove to be of use to him, provided he could figure out how to acquire them without any cash. The institution had only given him a few coupons, none of which had the store's name on it nor seemed to name any destinations he had actually wanted to visit at some point in the day.

After a quick glance to make sure he wasn't being followed by the nurses (or by a certain Vice Commander he had spotted on his way to here who had been unmistakable in a shade of orange blinding enough that even someone with poor depth perception couldn't miss), Takasugi stepped inside to get a better look. A few stares were cast his way at the bandages, but no one approached him with inane questions or vapid attempts at conversation, something he was grateful for as he casually strolled down the aisles, inspecting the nails first.

They weren't optimal, especially to a samurai whose sword had been like an arm to him for over a decade, but he could snatch enough of them to do considerable damage to the flesh. Even if they were blunt, he would be able to put enough strength and momentum into his swing to draw blood. The hammers were another option but more difficult to conceal anywhere on his body.

He continued to browse, fingers running along each new tool to test the sharpness, his smile increasing as he quickly came upon a set of saws. Now, that was more like what he had in mind.

[Reserved for Mami's little girl Kagura]
 
 
29 June 2009 @ 02:35 pm
The bus ride had been uneventful. Tim was more than a little annoyed at the shirt he was wearing. He was sure it was a girl's shirt, but the nurse had assured him it wasn't, and had refused to get him anything else. The way too tight pants weren't really any help, and he was sure the color coupled with the tightness was some not-so-well-hidden hint that they knew exactly who he was. At least the coat covered up the stupid shirt. It was unnecessary, maybe, but it served it's purpose. And he could do worse than worn out blue Converse. Why they were blue and completely refused to match the rest of the clothes he'd been brought, well, who even knew.

The sack lunch was a ridiculous touch, as far as he was concerned. And the way the staff was littered all over the place, was this really necessary? It sure as hell wasn't like any hospital he'd ever heard of. Letting mental patients run around a town? That was crazy in and of itself.

He hadn't shaken the feeling he'd gotten last night. Blood all over the place, and he hadn't been able to reach Kon right away, and...

He stood on the street corner, unable to push the thoughts completely out of his head. All that blood, and it smelled real, and he couldn't save anyone because he couldn't be Robin and he wasn't cut out for it...

Dad, I'm sorry.

He forced himself to open his eyes. This was not the time or the place for that. Kon wasn't dead (well, okay, maybe he was, but he wasn't dead again), and the blood wasn't his fault. It wasn't like some other things, and it wasn't something he could have prevented or helped. It was just...something that had happened.

But he hated feeling like he had no control. He just couldn't stand that. So he stood there, fists clenched inside the too-long sleeves of the coat, and told himself to breathe. He had a few short hours to find something useful in this town. There was no sense in wasting the trip.

[Waiting for Alfred. He just doesn't know it yet.]
 
 
23 June 2009 @ 07:29 pm
One second he was in the hallway, dizzy and sickened and barely able to focus as Youko picked him up (and he'd thought for a moment to warn her to be careful before remembering his shirei couldn't hurt her anyway, even agitated as they were) and then the next...in bed. Back in the sterile hospital room, with only the sharp scents of cleaners and laundry soap from the sheets, but nausea and a lingering pain behind his eyes still reminded him of the close call the night before.

Before he had time to think about it for long, though, the door opened and the nurse arrived with a bundle of unfamiliar clothing; she fussed over him briefly, trying to feel his forehead (from which he automatically grimaced and ducked away) and cooing over him like he was an invalid child. Of course he was a little feverish; it would only have been worse if the blood had touched him as it came so close to doing.

But the woman only bundled him into the clothing she'd brought without paying any attention to his protests, and he was hard-pressed to decide whether or not the shirt she gave him was any better than the bright yellow smiling face. And then he was led out to the front yard, through what he noted didn't look anything like the "holy ground" of the night before, and given a brown paper bag before being herded onto a bus with admonitions to "take it easy" ringing in his ears.

He dropped into the first empty seat he found, leaving the bag sitting next to him unopened as he leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes. Food was most definitely not interesting at the moment, and he had things to think about anyway.

[waiting for Youko]
 
 
[from here]

The fog was waiting outside, cold and thick enough that even if it hadn’t been dark there wouldn’t be much to see. The ground was freezing beneath Walter’s bare feet. It was almost familiar, reminding him of the forest near Silent Hill. The air wasn’t the same though; it felt emptier.

He glanced behind himself when the door clicked shut to see if Michael was following. Whatever had brought Walter here did not seem very interested in keeping him. As he started down the path away from the institute, holding the metal rod in front of him, he wondered aloud:

“It seems so simple, doesn’t it. Are you coming?”
 
 
02 June 2009 @ 12:34 pm

[From here]

Kibitoshin stepped into the room, hope renewed. It looked like some kind of reception area if the two desks on either side of him were anything to go on, both absolutely pristine as though everything had been tidied away only seconds before he'd stepped into the room. On top of that there were enough doors here to keep him busy for hours yet. But the Kaioshin's efforts were focused rather further away than reconnaissance; at the end of the room were a pair of wide double doors, and beyond them was the outside. A little giddy, he hurried towards them, reached out, pulled, and-

- nearly wrenched his hand out of its socket. They were locked! Kibitoshin stared at them blankly for several moments, as though they would spring open if he willed it hard enough. Once it became apparent that his night was going to continue being so very distinctly free of miracles he sighed and dropped his hand. "Of course they're locked. That would be way too easy..."

 
 
30 May 2009 @ 08:05 pm
[from here]

There was no sign of anyone else here. Maybe she was early - she had left her room immediately, after all. The rest of the team should be here soon.

Soma took up position on the other side of the hallway so she faced the F-blocks and waited.
 
 
30 May 2009 @ 03:39 pm
[F01]


Another night, another wait. This time, Miku made herself stay put. It was hard to do much without her flashlight, but she was sure Sousuke would bring her bag with him. She'd have to see about reinforcing it, and finding proper sewing needles and thick thread. With a little sigh, Miku rested her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands. She wiggled her toes as she waited, feeling the nylon of her stocking stretch up and down.

The waiting always seemed to be the worst part of the evening. Were you eaten tonight or not? Would someone come after them? Would it be a friend?

I can't think like that. I need to think positively, Miku worried her lip. Because I made a promise for tomorrow. She nodded to herself and watched the doorway. Sousuke would be coming soon and she'd have to be ready. Idly, she found herself watching her roommate. It was better than nothing.
 
 
09 March 2009 @ 10:32 am
[from here]

Roaches and rats were everywhere she pointed her flashlight at and they moved towards the darkness as soon as the light hit them. Normally Kagura would complain, even scream about the cockroaches despite living in an environment that was teeming with them, but now didn't seem like the most appropriate time to do so.

She browsed around for some sukonbu, which loosely meant that she was going from shelf to shelf and tossing away everything and anything that wasn't the said preserve. She frowned, realizing that most of the food here were Western and Western food was shit. (Or so she'd like to think. She'd eat anything anyway, she's just more used to Japanese food.) She did find a lot of things she liked though: fruit preserves (which were like sukonbu but not quite), beef jerky (also like sukonbu but not quite), cookies, crackers and fruit.

She also found boxes of mayonnaise which she knew that man from the Shinsengumi would die for. And she found large sacks of sugar that she was sure Gintoki would fight tooth and nail for, and it wouldn't even last them a week. She wondered what food Gintoki's "friend" ate in his boat...

That gnawing pain in the pit of her stomach wasn't just hunger and pain anymore.

She grabbed all the food she could in her arms and ran out of the pantry, cursing her guilty conscience.

[to here]
 
 
08 March 2009 @ 11:17 am
[from here]

At first Kagura wasn't so sure that she was in the right place. Earlier the cafeteria was filled with lots of people, food, noise and light. But now the place was dark and eerily silent. Kagura walked on, running her hands on the table she had eaten her lunch earlier, wary of her surroundings.

Somebody might be taking the advantage of the darkness to attack.

Like pedophiles.

But then she could always hurl a table at one, kick him in the 'nads and run away to the nearest police station where they'll probably fuss over a few papers and let the case rot in their drawers and use "the government doesn't fund us enough" as an excuse.

She looked under the table, checking if she was really alone, and hopefully for some left-overs. Mostly for the leftovers.
 
 
23 February 2009 @ 04:29 am
That had been a very interesting shift, Miku decided as she was wheeled around. Not only for making a new friend in Endrance (well, perhaps not friend, but very kind acquaintance), but for the overload of unwanted information from the bulletin. It was enough to make her want to hide until there was no chance of a blush ever forming on her face (and ears, and neck and anywhere else a blush might decide to raise its wily head).

Her nurse was oddly quiet for once, as she gathered her meal (vegetable pizza and milk) and wheeled Miku away from the crush of other patients being herded in. Well, then it would be a quiet lunch, she decided.

"Now, Alice, I expect not to see a crumb of food left, do you hear? Not a crumb," her nurse chastised her gently and Miku winced. So, they were noticing. She'd have to be more careful to eat a little more.

"Ah... yes. I'm sorry," Miku ducked her head and started picking at her meal with her knife and fork. "I'll eat." Even if the nurse was really a monster at night, she hated that tone of disappointment. She sighed and picked at what appeared to be a piece of broccoli on her pizza.

[For Sousuke]
 
 
19 February 2009 @ 01:08 pm
That really hadn't been the breakfast she'd been expecting, but Yuffie couldn't bring herself to complain. The kid made for good company, and was, if nothing else, pretty entertaining. She could've just done without the whole choking thing. That… That had been embarrassing. A bit. Okay, a lot. Yuffie was starting to get a feeling that this day was -- for once-- actually going to ping on her ‘interesting!’ meter.

Whether or not that was a good thing, she didn’t know.

By the time she’d reached the Sun Room's bulletin board, a kitten on her shoulder and a pen twirling between her fingers, Yuffie was starting to put her finger on why she had that weird, nagging feeling. Though on second thought, it was less like putting her finger on it and more like it had jumped up and punched her right in the nose; the feeling wasn’t just about waffles, magicians, or tricky candy thieves. Sagara hadn't answered her bulletin post; he hadn't answered any bulletin posts. She hadn't seen that stupid, spiky head of his all morning. It was like radio silence without a radio.

Agai-- No, Yuffie cut herself off sharply, frowning. She was just jumping to conclusions. It wouldn't be the first time, right? Right! And yet… instincts were instincts for a reason, and in a dump like this, who knew what could happen?

[for Okita?]
 
 
14 February 2009 @ 03:22 am
The Head Doctor's voice seemed like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day – that is, it would have if patients hadn't just woken up from his creepy ramblings. He was humming something to himself; it sounded like "Old McDonald Had a Farm."

"Eee-iii-ee-iii.... ...oh!" The Head Doctor exclaimed, as if surprised at having "accidentally" broadcasted himself. "Good morning, everyone, and I hope you all slept well while we brought in some new patients who I'm sure you will all become fast friends with. Of course, a meal is the best place to talk, to bond, to forge connections... and this morning, you'll be able to do that over some delicious waffles. Mmmmm! Yes, yes, we have Belgian waffles with maple syrup and butter available, along with sausage and bacon, tater tots, scrambled eggs, and a large assortment of fresh fruit and nut toppings to choose from. Of course, you can just have the fruit itself; we have a salad bar open during each meal, as most of you already know, and we also have milk, ice-cold water, and fresh orange juice, along with the regular choice of juices.

"...Mmmm. Doesn't that all just make your mouth water? It certainly is for me! I do wish I could sit with all of you and introduce you all in person, but, unfortunately, for the sake of my safety and yours, I'm afraid that's impossible at this time. But, if all of you behave for an extended period of time... who knows what may be possible!

"Anyway, I believe that's all for now. Over and out!"

The Head Doctor's slightly unorthodox style of announcement was punctuated by the way the microphone cracked off, as if he'd swept his hand down upon the switch.

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