Okay, so Zeke could tease James all he wanted, but as soon as James joined into the banter, Zeke got annoyed. What a double standard, I swear. But he gave Zeke an honest to goodness look of pure bafflement from the lightening in Zeke's mood. "Are you seriously so shortsighted that you can't see how bad this is, actually?" He said fiercely.
"You're right- I can't control Abreas in the same way that he can't control me, but that's not a good thing. I could've-" James stopped there, unwilling to say the rest out loud, since there was a chance that the infirmary might be wired for sound the way the hallways weren't. I could've been the one person to take down Abreas without injury. If any of you were actually smart enough to put together a coherent plan of escape, you could've used me. At least, that's what any tactician would think, assuming that James would help them when the time came.
James ran a small hand through his straw colored curls frustratedly. Zeke was... frustrating was the only word James could come up with at the moment. He fixed Zeke with a rueful look. "Thank you for the kind words," he said sarcastically at Zeke's back handed compliment, "And it doesn't matter much anyways. If he uses it on anyone around me, I'm out for the count. I can't handle that sort of intensity around me."
He said it matter-of-factly, his narrow shoulders shivering slightly as he recalled how Zeke's fear had polluted the air, so intense it was almost like a living thing, until his brain just sort of went 'nope' and shut down. He couldn't imagine what it had been like for Zeke, first hand.
Naturally, Amelia was concerned. It wasn't rational--nor smart--to care so deeply, or rather, grow so attached to any of the children of the Insitution. But there were special cases, like De and Erin. Seeing the latter in such a state of decay was not something anyone would want to see. Her lips tightened over her pale pink lips once more, and gently, her fingers found Erin's chin, where she lifted it up so they were staring at one another.
I can look into it. Amelia promised, with an almost fierce nod of her head. There was a determined glint in her eye, as well. Being the head nurse--or really, the only nurse-- in the Instistution, Amelia had access to certain files. Files of strange cases in the past, for the recent nurses. Granted, she had to document her own, but perhaps Erin wasn't specifcally one of a kind. It was a long shot, but all Amelia could offer.
For now, just be careful. Please. Amelias instructed, genuine worry on her features. Or at least try to be. There is no need to push it. She advised, before glancing over at the two boys in the corner. Did one of them give her an injury? The thought unsettled her.
"You could've what?" Zeke demanded, somewhat belligerently. It was as if he could read the little brat's mind; even stuck in the Institution, James still considered himself as the only hope of escape. Unbelievable. Zeke sighed deeply, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Whatever, James." He muttered, giving him a stony glare. "You might be redeeming yourself little by little with everyone else, but you still have a long ways to go with me." Zeke reminded him, with a stubborn nod of his chin.
Amelia's gentle touch reminded her of Zeke. These two people were the only ones who ever touched her gently, and one of them she had to stay away from as much as possible here. The old Erin wouldn't be bothered, but now, small things like this seemed so much more normal, so much more comforting.
Reluctantly, Erin met Amelia's eyes- a color blue that Erin used to declare she wanted when she was younger. Erin smiled softly in gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, although with a twist in her stomach. Part of her was eager to find out anything she could about her past- did she have a family, was she born like this? So many questions.
But there was another, much darker more pessimistic part of her that argued that she might not want to find out anything more about herself than she already knew, for fear of what she would find. Out of anyone, though, Erin trusted Amelia to help her the most. And if there was some scrap of information out there that could help her, Erin knew the nurse would find it.
"Me? Push it?" she said in a light tone, but she took Amelia's advice. Erin wasn't exactly known for being very careful with herself... "Thanks again, Amelia," Erin said, feigning bright cheerfullness as she hopped off of the bed. James was in the middle of an argument with Zeke, it seemed! by the time she was finished.
"I can tell," he was saying coldly to Zeke, and Erin wondered what exactly it was that they had been talking about. "Alright," she said briskly, trying to regain some air of command, "Who feels like eating some lunch?"
((I figured we could probably end this here, unless you want to add something. :) And would you like to start off the scene between De and Tristan, or should I? :))
(( Oh it's fine if we end it here :) And you can start it, if you'd like, though I'd understand if you posted tomorrow, because I'm so tired xD ))
((I haven't been able to sleep lately, so I might post tonight then. ^^ If you're going to bed, goodnight! ))
((I'm going to place this like two or three days into the future. :))
Finally, for what seemed like the first time in forever, Tristan was alone. Well, not alone, technically. Amedeus was in the room. But it was as close as he had gotten the past few days. Abreas was gone on whatever gruesome official business he had, and James and Reve were somewhere- Tristan sort of vaguely remembered one of them saying something about getting a book from the library for their studies.
Studies. That's all they did in their spare time. Books and essays and diagrams about strategy, fighting, war, mutant history. It was like the ultimate brainwash, feeding this curriculum to all oft he kids that populated the Institution. And Tristan was tired of it already- tired in more ways than one. Physically, he was always exhausted what with all the exercising they engaged in, and he always seemed to sport at least one mildly annoying bruise in an inconvenient spot at a time.
He was also tired of living like this, directly under someone. Following orders, learning how to destroy, to go against anything and everything that he felt was good and right. It tired him, and now, it was beginning to frustrate him. The past few days, Tristan had deliberately made sure not to engage in too much activity with Amedeus. Most importantly because he wanted Abreas to slack off in his endless mocking, and second of all, he had the silly idea that he would become a little more self-sufficient if he didn't lean on a friend.
But now, for once, they had some solitude, and Tristan was willing to grant himself some reprieve from his self-enforced isolation of sorts. Tristan didn't even say anything, he just picked up the book he had been reading along with his paper and moved over to De's bed, sitting on the end and pulling his legs up crossed, resting his book in his lap.