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 Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 1:39 pm
((Hey! I'm back ^_^ thanks for waiting for me guys, I know I just kind of took off there.))
Daniel frowned at Zenji, slightly concerned with the new kid's lack of appetite. Daniel diddnt believe in not eating. In fact, before he came to the hospital he was achually a little pudgy, though he had lost the weight on the noddle and soup diet and the exercise room.
He glanced over to Quinn, reconition suddenly over-taking him.
"Oh, I've seen you before! You were taken upstairs a couple of months ago, werent you? You..." Daniel furrowed his eyebrows, trying to pick at his memory, "You crushed one of the staff members with the Smith Statue, right? I don't really see a lot of you around though; you from the restricted section?" Daniel asked, sipping on his soup. The restricted section was another part of the hospital, full of patients kept isolated from the rest of them. Nobody was really sure 'why' those patients were kept secluded, but sometimes restricted patients are released from the restricted section and become regulars.
None of them ever tell why they were restricted. Nobody really wants to know.
((I'm sorry for taking some creative liberty with your charector's past Paynex. If you don't want your charector to have done the statue thing or if he's been here shorter than a couple of months, or if you just dont like the whole scenario, please tell me and I'll edit the post and take it out.))
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 8:04 pm
Zenji looked to Daniel after feeling the look, a none too happy one, settle on him. He sighed, knowing that he could never please everyone, but he was fine in knowing that. He really didn't have to explain himself, though Zenji thought that for the better of his life here, he might as well.
"I just don't like soup."
Zenji said with a small shrug. In all reality, he didn't eat much no matter if it was even something that he liked, but that was just a bad habit of his own. Zenji knew that he would become twig like here since they did have the mandatory excercise, but he was ok with it. Maybe if he was far too thin then they would just ship him off, back home. But, then again, he didn't have anyone back there, so really this was fine for him.
Zenji turned his head to look over Quinn once more, hearing Daniel talk of how the male had gone upstairs, all of that deal, though now he was here and fine. Hm. This entire 'upstairs' deal was really confusing to him, and Zenji then knew what he was going to do. He had his heart set on getting up there and finding out what was going on. Zenji smiked inwardly at his realization. Not causing a riot, nessicarily, since he didn't care of anyone he didn't know, though it was merely for his own personal satification.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 10:50 pm
Jack was confused... it was written as plainly on his face as if it had been on the front page of a tabloid. For all he knew, his presence here HAD been announced by such an article. It was just THAT surreal. One minute, he'd been living a normal life, and the next, he was HERE... being shoved about byt he cyborgs, feeling rubber-kneed and weak... and completely, utterly unable to comprehend what had happened to change him from beloved son to inhuman /thing/...
He staggered a bit, wearing clothing that had been thrust apon him, and holding his fresh bedding. He had no idea what the cyborg had said earlier, and so what it said now made just as little sense. Something about a room, a roomate, making his bunk, and a curfew... the hallway... people... a number... his glazed eyes, misty with dampness, lifted. Ah... numbers. The doors had numbers.
The cyborg gave him a savage SHOVE, and he buffetted off the wall, hard enough there would be a knot there soon- and almost self-righted despite himself.
Then he was alone.
A hallway before his tired eyes, his name and number bouncing in his brain, and a bewildered look on his face, clinging to the bundle of bedding.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 12:06 pm
Nikolai growled at his reflection in the mirror. He was in one of his moods and right now, everything about him ticked him off. His dyed silver hair, his blue-violet eyes, his glasses, even his earrings made him angry. He kicked one of the stall doors. "Stupid hospital," he muttered, putting his hands in the pockets of his stonewashed black jeans.
He had been here for almost 2 years now and was still considered 'ill.' He missed his sister and his cat and his notebooks with his drawings. The cyborgs had taken them awaywhen he got there and they wouldn't let him have anymore. Slowly, Nikolai walked out of the bathroom, thinking about his sister's laugh and the way she accepted him, despite the laws. She was the only one who did. A tear ran down his face, and he wiped it away before anyone could see it.
He made his way back towards his room and saw a newbie clutching a pile of bedding as if his life depended on it. His anger melted away. He bit his lip in thought, making up his mind, and tapped the new guy on the shoulder. "Hey, need any help finding your room?" he asked gently.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 12:08 am
Jack looked up. Oh. A face. A relatively human one, too... someone dressed as a patient? As he was?
"14" he heard himself say.
It was his voice, but he didn't really understand what he meant by it at first- and then he felt his arms lift the bedding. OH, right... his ROOM. "It... it said room 14..." he added, smiling just faintly.
Jack couldn't shake the feeling that he was doing everything from far away. This was just too much to take in, really, and he couldn't account for how strongly he felt, about seeing a real human after the hours of... things... that happened during his transition to this place. In the care of cyborgs.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 2:56 pm
Nikolai smiled. A rare occasion. "That's my room. C'mon, I'll take you there." he said. Then, also not like him, he took a few of the things out of the boy's hands.
"You're new here, right? Don't take the cyborgs personally. They don't know any emotion except for pain-in-the-a**." he said, laughing quietly. Shifting the pillow and sheet into one hand, he pushed his thin wire-frame glasses further up the bridge of his nose.
"Bloody nusciance, these are." he muttered. Then he realized that he was chattering like a school girl. A pale pink blush creeped over his pale face.
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