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Day 58: Lunch

Aug 25, 2011 11:03

Although it had been good to see his mom again, Claude entered the cafeteria with a dark expression on his face. He was glad she felt comfortable enough with him to share her experiences from last night, but that didn't make him any less angry at the military for using her to do their dirty work. Why couldn't those bastards clean up their own ( Read more... )

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unheroed August 25 2011, 21:38:01 UTC

What a day.

Honestly, Harvey had needed something more normal -- more like his days usually were here -- after what he'd been through in the coliseum. He needed some time to recharge, to get a hold on himself, to deal with a loss that he didn't know how to react to. Instead, he'd been offered a partnership with a death god and been lectured for his anger problems by a futuristic doctor. And the day was only half over. He was almost to the point where he wanted to beg one of the soldiers to let him go back to his room so he could just sleep the rest of the day, but in the end his pride wouldn't let him. The military already had them by the balls; he wasn't going to completely submit ( ... )

tasteoftruth August 26 2011, 04:08:54 UTC

It was probably best that Badd started hallucinating again after he made it through the food line. Gant was the last person he'd needed to see today and rage was billowing inside him like a river about to crash through a weakened dam. Someone needed to pay for Byrne's pain. Someone needed to bleed. At this point he barely cared who ( ... )

unheroed August 26 2011, 17:46:56 UTC

For a little while there, Harvey had actually felt like he might get to have this time to himself. Just this once, people would realize that he shouldn't be bothered and maybe -- just maybe -- he'd actually doze off for a little bit. If he just pretended that he was already asleep, no one was going to come wake him up, right ( ... )

tasteoftruth August 27 2011, 02:56:49 UTC

Badd forced his breathing to slow. It was the bandaged guy from the restaurant in Doyleton, the zombie survivor. Had seemed all right. "Nothing. It's fine." The walls were not sickly cream yellow. The floor wasn't carpeted. And his hand kept squeezing his thigh in an attempt to remind himself that he hadn't been shot.

Badd looked up to the guards circulating through the crowds and felt a new surge of rage, slightly muted by the terror that had felt so real a moment ago. "Hallucination," he finally added. Everyone else seemed to be having problems today too. If the bandaged man (what was his name?) wanted to mock him for being stupid enough to take the drugs, Badd would mess up the other side of his face.

God. He was going to kill them all the moment he had the power to do so, and to hell with his oaths. Even if they were begging on their knees he'd shoot them in the head, from Aguilar on down to whoever swept the floors at night and put the patients back in their beds.

unheroed August 28 2011, 08:58:01 UTC

The first time that Harvey had talked to this guy, which was just a couple days ago, he had been a whole lot calmer than this. He'd been alert, sure, but this was bordering on paranoia. There was something about the sheen of sweat on his forehead and the way that he was glancing around that gave Harvey the feeling that he was a little off. But--

However, his original answer that everything was fine was quickly amended to something that definitely didn't count as nothing. Hallucinations? Harvey raised a brow (the uncovered one) at that. He'd dealt with his fair share of visions and auditory hallucinations at night, but during the day?

"... What's causing it?" It wasn't like there could be a monster at the bottom of it, so what else? Harvey couldn't help but seize the topic, wanting to get his mind off of the horrible things he'd been through the night before. Unfortunately, he was pretty damn sure that none of that had been fake.

tasteoftruth August 28 2011, 13:57:33 UTC

So far the bandaged man was being surprisingly reasonable about it. Not insulting him, just asking questions like a normal reasonable person. That sort of thing always caught Badd by surprise ( ... )

unheroed August 28 2011, 22:06:02 UTC

Oh, right. That whole thing. Considering everything else that Harvey had dealt with last night, he had completely forgotten about Aguilar's rant at the beginning of the night and his challenge to the patients. Dammit, he had seen the man right in those stands and he hadn't been able to do a damn thing to him. It was enough to make his blood start boiling all over again ( ... )

tasteoftruth August 28 2011, 23:09:36 UTC

"He's nothing but a sadist," Badd snarled. "A sadist ruling a bunch of other psychopaths. They made a man think his daughter was being tortured...made him watch, just so they could make him say that he'd forsake his principles to make them leave her alone. There was no point to it!" His hand slammed down on the table. He was breathing hard again, but for a far different reason ( ... )

unheroed August 29 2011, 18:22:08 UTC

That was hardly the reaction that Harvey had been expecting. It wasn't that he hadn't seen people get up in arms about what they were put through before. No, that was something you could see every damn day if you looked around and tuned in to other conversations. But still, Badd had been pretty composed when they'd talked the first time.

It was hard to tell if Badd's outburst about a man and his daughter was in reference to someone else or a friend of his. It was all buried under so much anger, something that felt very familiar; something that Harvey could relate to. If he'd known the man better, he might have been able to say for sure who it was about, but it didn't matter, did it? Someone had been put through that ( ... )

tasteoftruth August 29 2011, 22:48:11 UTC

Badd ran one hand over his weathered face. In some ways this hurt more than finding Byrne's corpse. Back then the shock of it had numbed him enough to go into detective mode and shut his emotions down until later, when he could release his pain in private. Now he had to cope with seeing Byrne's face twisted in anguish and hearing his best friend try to blame himself for falling victim to their plot. They'd made him blame himself ( ... )

unheroed August 29 2011, 23:51:55 UTC

What Badd said next hit a little too close to home. Kids who didn't know what to do with a gun. The image of Peter wresting Jones' gun away from him and trying to shoot himself in the head hit Harvey like a bag of bricks. He didn't even know the kid that well, but the very fact that he'd been put into that kind of situation was bad enough. Harvey had gone pretty cold by now, but that made an impression even on him ( ... )

tasteoftruth August 30 2011, 02:27:55 UTC

If Badd had been in any state to notice he was pouring his heart out to a man he'd only met once before, he'd have thrown out some sharp barb and used the resulting argument as an excuse to stomp off. Men like him weren't supposed to admit they needed to blow off steam as much as anyone else ( ... )

unheroed August 30 2011, 22:07:10 UTC

There was too much in common between them, and yet Harvey got the feeling that Badd hadn't fallen quite as far as he had. Still, it was odd seeing so much of him reflected in someone else. Except that the reflection was wrong, because Badd's face was all still intact. Weathered and worn down by stress, maybe, but intact nonetheless ( ... )

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