When Harvey woke up, he wasn't shocked by the fact that it was suddenly morning, but that it had come so soon. This wasn't the first time that it had happened to him, but he thought he'd gotten past it. It was almost as if for every two or three nights that he accomplished something, there had to be one where he barely got out into the main hallways before night ended.
He wanted to blame that girl for it, but chances were it was just Landel messing with him again. This did give some more credence to Jason's claim about a night ending early for him, though.
And now, what did he have to look forward to? Another field trip. The last thing he wanted to do was have to face off against those clueless townspeople who were undead in disguise. Or would things be different this time? He couldn't imagine that they would let the illusion fall away, though. Did those poor souls even realize what they were? Not that it was his business, but he could glare at them more if they were aware of their own hunger for flesh and just managed to hide it
( ... )
Though last night hadn't been a night which ended after barely entering the main hallway, he still wondered what exactly had been useful about this visit to the ruins. He had discovered a building filled with corpses which were well decayed, along with a cryptic message written upon the wall. Perhaps the forest near it would be of more use
( ... )
Even though this was his second time doing the field trip thing (he would never understand the day staff's insistence on making them feel like grade-school children at every opportunity), Harvey still found it hard to get used to seeing everyone in clothing other than that gray, smiley-faced uniform. It bothered him that he'd gotten so accustomed to it in the first place, though. Even though he'd been given an ugly sweater, at least it was something different. And the raincoat hid it, anyway.
The point was, his gaze lingered on the man from the morgue for a little longer than usual, simply because of what he was wearing. It looked like the man had gotten off easy in terms of humiliating outfits. Maybe they were crueler to the kids.
What Harvey was surprised by, though, was the fact that the man even recognized him. It had been dark in that room, not to mention they'd only met for a minute at most. And he had his bandages on now, which could either make him easier to find or easier to miss. There were a lot of bandaged patients
( ... )
Whatever had been a point of interest to prompt a stare that was a little longer than usual, Tenzen didn't know. And quite honestly, the ninja held little interest for such petty, irrelevant matters. At the very least the man appeared to be one to be getting down to business, something he could appreciate; most individuals were particularly keen on wasting his time on small talk.
"A room likely dedicated to cutting up corpses," he answered matter-of-fact-ly, keeping the tone of his voice neutral. They had only met once, so it was rather obvious which door the man was referring to, even if he wasn't familiar enough with the institute to know what the room was called.
There was a pause as Tenzen briefly glanced at the contents of his bag. A sad excuse for a breakfast indeed, but at least the fruit was bearable. He fished the apple from the bag before he asked:
It was the same, then. That was something of a letdown, but Harvey wasn't going to dwell on it. If anything, it meant there was one more place that had some useful supplies. He wasn't sure if it was worth the long trip just in order to get some scalpels, but it was something he was going to be certain to keep in mind nonetheless
( ... )
So the room - or rooms, as turned out to be the case - had been called an autopsy room. At the very least he now knew what was hidden beyond the other door, but as he already acquired a number of scalpels he didn't expect to return there anytime soon.
The buses had began making their roaring sounds and began moving away from the institute, indicating that this silly trip had finally started. At least he had already experienced traveling with these futuristic vehicles, so he wasn't as surprised as he had been last week.
"Yakushiji Tenzen," he responded to the introduction that had been spoken in the mean time, offering the man a small nod of his head for the mere sake of upholding at least a sense of politeness. The man had extended a hand, but the ninja wasn't certain of it's meaning or how he should even respond to the gesture. The man was obviously a foreigner, however. Then, was this some sort of foreign way to greet one another?
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Dent-san," he added for good measure.
[So sorry for the delay!]What a mouthful. Not that he should have expected any different, but Harvey was at least accustomed to learning how to pronounce foreign names. It came with the territory of being a lawyer -- your client sort of expected you to know how to say his name when you were representing him in a court of law
( ... )
Tenzen spared a glance out of the window, watching the greenery pass by as the vehicle continued moving. Dent seemed to be curious with his questions, but on the other hand, there was little left to discuss in this facility.
"It is my second time," he responded to the question, shifting his dark eyes back to the other man. And the fourth time the institute came up with such nonsense, if his 'source' had spoken the truth last time.
It looked like they shared that one thing in common, then, even if it was just a matter of how long they'd been stuck in this place. Harvey nodded in response to the man's question. "Same for me. Did you manage to avoid getting bitten?" Even though there'd been some murmuring going around about how people had been infected, all of that had seemed to die out (no pun intended) by this point.
Just in time for it to happen all over again, maybe? Harvey didn't want that to be the case, but he wasn't going to buy into false hope either.
This conversation hadn't amounted to too much, but he'd determined that Yakushiji was capable enough to handle a zombie attack and was willing to give information. He also wasn't annoying, just serious. In any case, he might be worth talking to in the future, but Harvey's interest didn't extend beyond that.
He wanted to blame that girl for it, but chances were it was just Landel messing with him again. This did give some more credence to Jason's claim about a night ending early for him, though.
And now, what did he have to look forward to? Another field trip. The last thing he wanted to do was have to face off against those clueless townspeople who were undead in disguise. Or would things be different this time? He couldn't imagine that they would let the illusion fall away, though. Did those poor souls even realize what they were? Not that it was his business, but he could glare at them more if they were aware of their own hunger for flesh and just managed to hide it ( ... )
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The point was, his gaze lingered on the man from the morgue for a little longer than usual, simply because of what he was wearing. It looked like the man had gotten off easy in terms of humiliating outfits. Maybe they were crueler to the kids.
What Harvey was surprised by, though, was the fact that the man even recognized him. It had been dark in that room, not to mention they'd only met for a minute at most. And he had his bandages on now, which could either make him easier to find or easier to miss. There were a lot of bandaged patients ( ... )
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"A room likely dedicated to cutting up corpses," he answered matter-of-fact-ly, keeping the tone of his voice neutral. They had only met once, so it was rather obvious which door the man was referring to, even if he wasn't familiar enough with the institute to know what the room was called.
There was a pause as Tenzen briefly glanced at the contents of his bag. A sad excuse for a breakfast indeed, but at least the fruit was bearable. He fished the apple from the bag before he asked:
"What of your door?"
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The buses had began making their roaring sounds and began moving away from the institute, indicating that this silly trip had finally started. At least he had already experienced traveling with these futuristic vehicles, so he wasn't as surprised as he had been last week.
"Yakushiji Tenzen," he responded to the introduction that had been spoken in the mean time, offering the man a small nod of his head for the mere sake of upholding at least a sense of politeness. The man had extended a hand, but the ninja wasn't certain of it's meaning or how he should even respond to the gesture. The man was obviously a foreigner, however. Then, was this some sort of foreign way to greet one another?
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Dent-san," he added for good measure.
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"It is my second time," he responded to the question, shifting his dark eyes back to the other man. And the fourth time the institute came up with such nonsense, if his 'source' had spoken the truth last time.
"What about you?"
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Just in time for it to happen all over again, maybe? Harvey didn't want that to be the case, but he wasn't going to buy into false hope either.
This conversation hadn't amounted to too much, but he'd determined that Yakushiji was capable enough to handle a zombie attack and was willing to give information. He also wasn't annoying, just serious. In any case, he might be worth talking to in the future, but Harvey's interest didn't extend beyond that.
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