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Title: Confiscated My Blinders
Characters: Zexion and whoever wants to join (Larxene, Misaki, Nill, Kyle, Ryouji, Urd? In separate threads, plz)
Location: Day Room
Rating: I'm gonna guess PG-13
Summary: Boring day in the day room, same old, same old. Perhaps some visitors will make things interesting~?
Day/Time: Day Forty-Eight/early free time
This soap opera had to be the worst thing he had ever seen. From what Russian he knew, the dialogue was horribly corny and he couldn't believe any Russian person could take it seriously. Zexion had heard that it was popular around the asylum, and he wondered how many of them actually understood or if they made up their own plotline to go with the actions.
Picking out the words he knew got awfully boring after a while, as did looking at one of the main character's grotesque make-up. In all honesty he wanted to go back to his room quite badly, but he knew that if he went there he wouldn't leave again. If he wanted to get better, he would have to do as the Doctor said, and so he had to stay outside of his room.
But that alone was hard enough for him, and he shifted a bit uncomfortably on the couch in front of the television. He should have brought a book with him. It really was too bad that the T.V. was kept on one station at all times, because it provided the worst entertainment he had ever laid eyes upon.
At least the room was sparsely populated; just a few other people in different chairs, and he thankfully had the couch to himself. After gazing at a few of those people in a slight fit of paranoia, Zexion deemed it safe enough to lean back against the couch, continuing to attempt to translate the Russian woman speaking quickly on the screen and watching half-lidded with his one visible eye.
He really should have brought a book. But he didn't dare go out in the hall again for it.
Characters: Zexion and whoever wants to join (Larxene, Misaki, Nill, Kyle, Ryouji, Urd? In separate threads, plz)
Location: Day Room
Rating: I'm gonna guess PG-13
Summary: Boring day in the day room, same old, same old. Perhaps some visitors will make things interesting~?
Day/Time: Day Forty-Eight/early free time
This soap opera had to be the worst thing he had ever seen. From what Russian he knew, the dialogue was horribly corny and he couldn't believe any Russian person could take it seriously. Zexion had heard that it was popular around the asylum, and he wondered how many of them actually understood or if they made up their own plotline to go with the actions.
Picking out the words he knew got awfully boring after a while, as did looking at one of the main character's grotesque make-up. In all honesty he wanted to go back to his room quite badly, but he knew that if he went there he wouldn't leave again. If he wanted to get better, he would have to do as the Doctor said, and so he had to stay outside of his room.
But that alone was hard enough for him, and he shifted a bit uncomfortably on the couch in front of the television. He should have brought a book with him. It really was too bad that the T.V. was kept on one station at all times, because it provided the worst entertainment he had ever laid eyes upon.
At least the room was sparsely populated; just a few other people in different chairs, and he thankfully had the couch to himself. After gazing at a few of those people in a slight fit of paranoia, Zexion deemed it safe enough to lean back against the couch, continuing to attempt to translate the Russian woman speaking quickly on the screen and watching half-lidded with his one visible eye.
He really should have brought a book. But he didn't dare go out in the hall again for it.