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[Dec. 3] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Routine
Title: Routine
Day/Theme: Dec. 3, 2011 "no particular night or morning"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee, Scar
Rating: PG
Every day in prison was very much like the one that had proceeded it and the one that was to follow. This was not particularly distressing to Kimblee. There was something to be said for routine- just as there was something to be said for variety. He was an optimist by nature.
He would listen to the steps of the guards and the distant chatter of those less heavily regulated inmates and find a sort of folksy music in it. The guards liked him as long as he kept his mouth shut. The warden didn't like him whatever he did.
The meals were dull, but palatable. If he hassled Officer Levesque, he could enjoy her predictable threats to give him a haircut. If he hassled the warden...well, it was better not to hassle the warden.
He would exercise his memory and his imagination. The difference between one night and another was where he spent it internally.
Every day as he spent wandering Amestris as a refugee was the same with a few minor variations. Scar found it tedious. The differences were rarely pleasant, but he had few alternatives. Having cast himself out of God's gaze, how could he impose on his people any longer than necessary? Little good could come of his meanderings, but what did he expect? He was a pessimist by nature.
Where would he sleep that night? What would he eat? Would he be hassled for loitering or for looking through someone's trash or for merely being Ishvalan? A familiar set of small dilemmas and decisions formed his days. None of it was anything he couldn't handle, but it wasn't exactly pleasant either. Of course, what else did he deserve?
He would clear his mind of the things that could not advance his cause. There was no room left within him for devotions and fond recollections. It was always the same thoughts circling around in his mind anyway. The difference between one night and another was where he spent it physically.
Day/Theme: Dec. 3, 2011 "no particular night or morning"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee, Scar
Rating: PG
Every day in prison was very much like the one that had proceeded it and the one that was to follow. This was not particularly distressing to Kimblee. There was something to be said for routine- just as there was something to be said for variety. He was an optimist by nature.
He would listen to the steps of the guards and the distant chatter of those less heavily regulated inmates and find a sort of folksy music in it. The guards liked him as long as he kept his mouth shut. The warden didn't like him whatever he did.
The meals were dull, but palatable. If he hassled Officer Levesque, he could enjoy her predictable threats to give him a haircut. If he hassled the warden...well, it was better not to hassle the warden.
He would exercise his memory and his imagination. The difference between one night and another was where he spent it internally.
Every day as he spent wandering Amestris as a refugee was the same with a few minor variations. Scar found it tedious. The differences were rarely pleasant, but he had few alternatives. Having cast himself out of God's gaze, how could he impose on his people any longer than necessary? Little good could come of his meanderings, but what did he expect? He was a pessimist by nature.
Where would he sleep that night? What would he eat? Would he be hassled for loitering or for looking through someone's trash or for merely being Ishvalan? A familiar set of small dilemmas and decisions formed his days. None of it was anything he couldn't handle, but it wasn't exactly pleasant either. Of course, what else did he deserve?
He would clear his mind of the things that could not advance his cause. There was no room left within him for devotions and fond recollections. It was always the same thoughts circling around in his mind anyway. The difference between one night and another was where he spent it physically.