http://p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] badfic_manor2010-11-30 01:01 am

ampoule 10 - [In Person] // There's nothing left within my lonely room, without you

 [Anyone entering the kitchen will see a wheelchair by the countertop. It's facing away from the door, so to see who was in there, you'd have to walk around. Those who haven't shifted this week will recognise that it's Shiki. His clothes are different, much more modest than his usual gaudy attire. A simple grey brown shirt and black jacket and a blanket over his legs. His head's leaning as though the muscles just aren't working, eyes glossed over, non-responsive and just... there. It's eerie to look at for a long time. But at the same time relatively sad. How the mighty merciless killer of the Igura has been reduced to a catatonic state. With the Premier dead there was nothing left for him. Nano had won after all...]

[OOC: Shikitti will be waking up come Wednesday time, but if someone could keep an eye on him until then that'd be much appreciated!]

[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com 2010-11-30 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[John had just pulled out the steaks to start the dinner for him and Nice when he looked over his shoulder to see Shiki. His brow furrowed mostly out of concern. Gently placing the steaks on the counter island where the stove was located, he moved closer to take a better look at Shiki.]

Hey.

[He lightly touches his shoulder.]

You awake?

[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com 2010-11-30 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[There was no sense in just leaving Shiki in the kitchen alone so he decides to take him back to his room and keep an eye on him.]

Lights on, but someone's locked in th bedroom. A'right. Come on.

[He lifts up the break on the wheel and moves him out of the kitchen.]

No sense in ya stayin' all cooped up in th' kitchen.

[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com 2010-11-30 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[He stopped and noticed the twitching. His eyes narrowed and started putting the clues together why Shiki was in the kitchen to begin with. The the obvious struck him. He was originally in there to make the steaks for himself and Nice and nods.]

Oh, right. I was gonna make dinner anyway.

[He lowers the break on the chair and heads back into the kitchen. He had all his things out...or was at least about to. John didn't have a problem staying on task as it was that he was simply not accustomed to having to work with someone that wasn't speaking or reacting well.]

Be back in a few.

[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com 2010-11-30 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[It didn't take him long to finish it up. He didn't cook the steaks all the way through which would have made it much too tough to chew or cut. Along with the steak was a baked potato, salad, and corn. In Shiki's case, he removed the corn off the cob in the old fashioned way with a knife instead of using the canned stuff.

He started cutting up the steak into bit sized pieces. Before moving to feed Shiki, he moved toward the back of the dining room and pulled the partition closed for privacy. Even he didn't want to be seen being soft to someone else other than to those that he was closest to. There was no baby talk, no silly motions which would have been highly uncharacteristic to the hardened men.

He took his seat and picked a small piece of the steak for Shiki.]

[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com 2010-11-30 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[John put the fork down and gave a sigh. He wasn't sure how to respond to this other than maybe Shiki wasn't much for vegetables. It was a guess at best and instead of forcing Shiki to eat it, he simply went on to the next which was the potato. His own meal was growing cold and fighting a stubborn person wasn't his ideal of a good time. Before taking the fork to the baked tuber, he reached for the glass of water first and thought that washing it down was a better idea.

Still no words. It was pointless to talk to someone that wasn't going to respond.]

[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com 2010-12-01 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was John's turn to have his dinner which by now was a little colder than he would have liked but he didn't complain. It was better to just take it in stride than complain about it. It was a choice he made to give Shiki what he needed first since he wasn't really in a condition to take care of himself. Shiki took care of John and now he was simply returning the favor.

Finishing up his meal in silence, he takes the plates into the kitchen and washes them. The task didn't take long. Taking his position behind the wheelchair, he releases the break before moving on. He opened up the partitions to allow them access out and into the main hall.]

[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com 2010-12-02 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[He led the chair toward the Main Hall door and opened it.]

Gonna get some sun while it's still out.

[He continued on until he reached the gardens. Even John liked peaceful moments now and then when he had the initiative to enjoy them.]

I like th' stars personally.

[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com 2010-12-03 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[He leans over and listens, sitting just to the side of Shiki on one of the benches.]

What's on yer mind?

[John hated the idea that his work was going a little slower than anticipated but the Author did like to throw in monkey wrenches into his gears to disrupt the plans that he had made and carefully laid out.]

[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com 2010-12-04 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[This baffled John somewhat. He wasn't sure how to respond and that little bit of information wasn't entirely understood. Who were these people? So many questions and only just a brief window of coherence.....]

So...you feel like you ain't got no purpose?

[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com 2010-12-04 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
[There was no sense in arguing that logic. Even John felt that pinch before.]

Okay. I get that but why not train others? Just fadin' ain't doin' ya no good.

[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com 2010-12-04 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[John gave a slight roll to his eyes at the sentiment. He knew that feeling too since there weren't many challenges left in his lifetime that he hadn't done. He really wanted to hit that Federal Reserve shipment but died before he had the chance and it still bugged him even thought it was beyond his control.]

Yeah, know what'cha mean. Still, can't go on just sittin' like some log thinkin' about them glory days neither. But who am I t' lecture.

[He picks up a pebble and tosses it toward a tree. It bounces off and plops into the pond off to the side.]

Still ain't no good.

[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Picking up a stick and few other odds and ends, he sat down and looked at the stick in his hand, breaking off the tiny twigs from the leaves that have fallen from the small branch and setting them aside.

He's going to build a miniature cabin along with the scenery that he's memorizing. A new hobby....perhaps.]