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Night 58: F1-F10 Hallway

Sep 07, 2011 20:37

Well, that was interesting; being moved to a new room and injected with a Mystery Drug, all in one confusing moment. 'Interesting' being a blanket term for annoying and nerve-racking and ridiculous. It was all making her start to feel very Winona Ryder a la Girl, Interrupted. That was based on a true story, right? Kind of? Ugh. Though if she were ( Read more... )

leanne, s.t., yomi, taura, elena gilbert, zack, wichita, tifa

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toxicspiderman September 9 2011, 03:11:51 UTC

[from here]

Damsels in distress, two for the price of one. He didn't know which room was Tifa's, since she apparently didn't trust him enough. Was it the stubble? Maybe it was the stubble. He dropped the bag, which was beginning to smell more like heaven on a bun than death warmed over. He still didn't trust his stomach. Besides, the less he had to eat, the fewer mixed drinks indistinguishable from drain cleaner by any human senses he'd need to take a night off.

He leaned up against the wall and inhaled. Behind the burger -- dust, disinfectant. More like a dorm than a hospital. Flowers, too, because somehow you put this many women in one place and cut them off from shopping and they still managed to find perfume. A few of them had, and that was enough. At least they seemed to know the meaning of restraint and good taste. An all-out rose-vs-freesia war was the last thing this dive needed.

36_24_35 September 10 2011, 01:03:42 UTC

Eventually Tifa stuck her head out of her room and swept her flashlight over the black hallway. There was hardly any sound outside her irregular shuffling behind the door, so when her light hit another patient--a man-- Tifa almost squawked in surprise.

Of course, there was no reason to be. The brunette had been the one that made the request; she couldn't really be shocked then that he would materialize right here, like she had asked. It was probably the night. Yeah, it just put her on edge, that was all.

"Hey, sorry I kept you waiting. I was--" sitting on her ass? "--making sure I had all my bottles lined up." Stepping out of her room, she pointed to his baggage and offered, "Need any help with that?"

zack_fair September 10 2011, 01:49:20 UTC

[From here.]Honestly, what had Zack had been expecting as he started down the hallway was for it to be as empty as the area that he'd just passed through. What he wasn't ready for was to hear Tifa's voice from further down, but it was a welcome sound and he picked up his pace to go meet her ( ... )

toxicspiderman September 12 2011, 01:29:51 UTC

"Nice sword." S.T. had never been nerdy enough to learn how to use a styrofoam sword, either. Went with the general plan of not ending up fighting for his life, but that hadn't worked out so well even before getting kidnapped into the Zombie Institute for Mental Hygiene. Assault strikes on things that couldn't do anything but blow toxic waste in your face were more his speed.

Akers, flipping over backwards thirty feet under water on a jet of his own vomit. Yeah. He needed to stop dwelling on it or he was going to get so paranoid he'd end up dying of dehydration. Which wasn't the worst way to off yourself, but it took way too much time.

"I think I can carry a few bottles of juice concentrate, but knock yourself out." He hadn't brought the rest of the Boy Scout kit. Just the shopping bag and his flashlight. "There's a burger on top if you want a little padding in your stomach before we open up that rotgut."

36_24_35 September 12 2011, 02:05:25 UTC

Oh man, a burger. Tifa was sucked right into the invitation. "Alright--Oh, wow, Zack..." She had never expected to bump into Zack with one sword, let alone two, but here he was. A walking weapon's rack. Apparently the nights were treating him rather well. "Good to see you're back on two feet again, huh?" But the humor fell with the mood once Zack mentioned Lightning ( ... )

zack_fair September 12 2011, 03:49:42 UTC

At first Tifa's comment about being on his feet again went completely over Zack's head -- until he remembered that she had seen his explanation of what had happened to him last night on the bulletin board. He hadn't exactly gone to great lengths to hide any of that, but he also had sort of being hoping that she wouldn't see. He hadn't wanted to worry her. "...Yeah, yeah, it's definitely nice," he said at a delay.

The response that Tifa gave about Lightning completely blindsided Zack, though, to the point that any concern about being a dog for a night was forgotten. He had just spoken with Lightning earlier today -- how could she have not made it back to dinner? He knew that was a seriously bad sign and glanced down at the sword she'd given him as his heart fell into his stomach. It wouldn't be right, for their last conversation to be something like thatIt looked like it was time for introductions, though, and so processing all of that would have to wait until another time. "Nice to meet you, Sangamon," Zack said with a little more ( ... )

toxicspiderman September 13 2011, 01:36:19 UTC

Zack was a firm believer in faking smiles. If he hadn't heard the conversation, S.T. would have fallen for it. But he had that one's number. He'd called it before. Hell, he could do it now. He flashed several hundred dollars in modern dentistry and fluoridation standards at Zack and held out a hand.

"Come on. Have a drink and wait until Tifa and I have had enough to be ready for another round of heroic and suicidal." He wasn't that stupid. Even when intoxicated. Maybe he wanted to be convinced. He'd seen people die before, and pulled himself up by the ropes and thrown himself back into the middle of the ring, punch-drunk and bleeding. He'd had a target then. Evidence that his opponent, even if he was a corporate multi-ton heavyweight, had skin under the reptile scales somewhere.

36_24_35 September 14 2011, 16:06:43 UTC

"Sure, I'll just keep it in my wardrobe!" Stepping back, Tifa opened her door wide and beckoned the two men in, and that burger. She couldn't deny that she was more excited for meat than alcohol, but now she had them both together! Unless they were sharing. That was only fair, she censured.

"Yeah, I'm pretty burned out on raiding Doyelton, myself. Besides, what if those pills' effects aren't a one-time thing? It wouldn't be good having you roaming the halls and getting killed by another patient. People died last night, you know..." Her concern came off sounding more like a lecture than she meant it to. Her next words were softer as she kept her expression open and encouraging.

"One night to recharge our batteries. I know I need it..." Tifa neglected to mention her relaxation last night, but it had been more like a lack of consciousness than true peace. It didn't count in her book.

zack_fair September 14 2011, 16:25:10 UTC

Zack had to admit that they were both pretty convincing. He'd only just met Sangamon but the guy was capable of smiling and was also a friend of Tifa's, so that counted for a lot. More than that, Zack had gone to Doyleton with Tifa a time or two to try and help her get the alcohol that she wanted, so it seemed only right to partake of it now. (Not that their trips had been particularly successful, but still ( ... )

toxicspiderman September 16 2011, 03:06:59 UTC

"Guy named Indiana Jones." S.T. looked Zack dead in the eye, "And some other guys. I didn't look for the details." One sob story per customer per day. "Besides, I still can't put that much weight on this knee." He should have brought the pipe just to use as a cane. Though once he'd had enough to drink to need it his ego would have recovered enough to insist he didn't.

The radio switched on. Fucking fitting. He couldn't mean any of them. He'd set up a dichotomy. So while Aguilar had been scabbing for Landel in Sadism Stadium, brainwashed, evil, or just desperate patients had been off assassinating their best hope. Shit. He probably should have kept better track of the bulletin, but every time he looked at it, Peter's message had been at the top.

"And Marc's buddy, too. Lose or die trying. I could drink to that." He stretched, the vertebrae in his neck and shoulders crunching like twigs under army surplus boots.

36_24_35 September 16 2011, 13:14:48 UTC

"Oh... A girl named Claire was killed too by one of the patients here." It was sad to see that there were those turning against each other. Obviously, Tifa hadn't been there to see what "self-defense" had been defined as, but even still... It was disheartening to know you couldn't always trust your fellow patients in this time of need and desperation. Apparently, it was that desperation that pushed all moral code to the wayside. It wasn't as if Tifa was unfamiliar with that way of living. She'd like to believe she was above that now, but her hands were too stained to advocate with a straight face ( ... )

zack_fair September 16 2011, 17:25:08 UTC

The fact that both Sangamon and Tifa were able to respond so quickly with the names of those who'd died (or been murdered, in one case) took Zack by surprise. He hadn't been paying enough attention, apparently. The bulletin board was depressing to look at a lot of the time, but if avoiding it meant he was missing out on this sort of news then he was going to have to suck it up ( ... )

toxicspiderman September 17 2011, 02:14:38 UTC

S.T. was still staring into space, watching dust particles reflect flashlight beams, when something happened. Before the usual propaganda war continued, something moved. A curl of smoke. Except he didn't smell anything. Just tired. He needed that drink.

"Orange and cranberry juice concentrate." There were two bottles of each. No clean water. They were either going to have to head to the kitchen or just use vodka.

Vodka meant little water. As in Water, Jr., not that it wasn't mostly water with enough ethanol to resemble antifreeze. Fewer side effects. The one thing it had going for it was low levels of congeners. That was a fancy way of saying that it had almost no flavor. Hangovers were mostly caused by the Big Whammy itself, ethanol, but its aromatic cousins could do some damage as well.

36_24_35 September 18 2011, 01:12:27 UTC

"Well, I have my glass of water from dinner." Tifa assumed they were all grown-up enough not to shy away from sharing a little saliva. "There's some fruit juice I got too. That won't need extra anything. And uhh..." Tifa glanced at her bed ( ... )

zack_fair September 18 2011, 03:19:22 UTC

It really wasn't the best selection, was it? Zack had sampled some pretty bad alcohol over the span of his time in SOLDIER, mainly because it seemed to be the thing to do when off duty. He didn't drink as much as some of his fellow SOLDIERs, but he'd certainly indulged from time to time. The thing was that they never got paid that well, so drinking the cheap stuff was usually the way to go ( ... )

toxicspiderman September 20 2011, 02:40:09 UTC

S.T. didn't ask, he just picked up the bottle of booze and free-poured about two ounces into his mouth.

They'd done it. They'd found the Golden Nickel question, which he hated more than what are you thinking, S.T. because he couldn't fucking answer it. He could sit here and fish-face all night until they drowned him in vodka, but all he could do was sit here until they figured out this was Asshole Twenty Questions. And then they'd apologize ( ... )

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