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How did the neurotic, temperamental and -- let's be honest -- quite insane young mercenary feel about this current treatment?

Hungry. Achingly so. And if that meant devouring the flesh of his fellow patients, then it was quite the welcomed price. After all, he was already used to the old cafeteria manwiches before the rule change. Would this be any different? Sure, he was being forced to this time around. And sure, this time he was going to have to hunt and cook his own food rather than having it being served to him... but that was okay for him too. It would be no different from hunting down deers and ducks.

Their screams would be different. But that's all.

His pittrap (his trademark) was set to the entrance of an old building, the only light entering from the busted doorway to reveal the boy bruised and bloody -- a mere cloak. The bruises were his own and the blood, a struggle with a patient that had escaped a struggle with him. Their blood made the illusion realistic.

Laying against the wall, eyes squinting towards a figure in the distance, The Mole meekly called out to his soon to be snack.

Cannibalism... what an interesting idea. Not even candy could compare to the sweet taste of blood, at least some times. The Noah had never thought of eating organs or flesh until this point, but she had been interested in savouring the taste of both Akuma and human blood from time to time. Without her powers she was stuck in a difficult situation. The cravings hit her quickly, but she lacked the means to crush her victims quickly and easily.

Still she couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of this event. People would be killing each other, eating each other. It would be fun! She could just imagine how much suffering they would go through, especially the more innocent people. To know they had to eat people and kill them to sate their hunger?

Hitler spent his time outside his room. That room, for him, was only a mere place to sleep. It wasn't like his roommates weren't friendly, oh not that... Maybe. Actually, he didn't really talk with them, only passing a smile or a slight nod. He tried to avoid any interaction with them, if he could. It didn't really matter though, because Hitler was sure they will avoid him too if they knew who he was, or at least who his original was.

His hands traced along the wall as he walked. He was infected or so he read at the manual. What? Why? How? Hitler then shook his head softly as a weak smile appeared on his face. "This is yet another punishment for the unforgivable sins I have committed." he murmured.

Large-scale quarantines like these were never bound to last -- experience told him so. There were always people out to rebel once a sliver of the truth was out, and it had, Shu presumed, long since been the case since the founding of the hospital. Evidence of the patients' pent up frustrations could be found anywhere and by anyone; they didn't even have to try. As such, some type of order must be established in an environment ready to burst. In most cases, fear served as a sufficient suppressor.

But it was different here. Everyone, no matter how strong, were weaklings before the hospital staff. Toying with their patients' emotions under the pretense of 'treatment' wasn't something medical persons should be practicing if their true intentions were to cure rather than to discover.

"That's the sixth one..."

His observation was but a soft mumble, not meant for anyone's ears but his own, as he gazed off in the direction of two quarreling men through a window situated on the wall across from the door to his room. From what Shu gathered, one of them had insulted the other. Unfortunately, both of them were violent individuals. Since his arrival, events like these have repeated over and over. This one was, well, the sixth.

In any case, it was clear to the boy his primary objective for now was to avoid trouble. It certainly wasn't something Gai would do, but he was slowly beginning to accept he couldn't use his deceased friend as an example anymore -- especially when he had to start from scratch, without any of his friends with him this time. It was truly a frightening thought, and it was one that drove him to his knees once again.

"How did it end up like this...?"

Oh goodness. What do we have here?

White walls, white beds and white, white, white -- quite a stark change from the realm of the Netherworld. Queasy and nauseated by the nullment of color, Catherine heaved a sigh and stood from her uncomfortable bed. The manual left little to be hopeful about: The infections and all that nonsense was a simple list of bull. Getting affected with an ailment that soured humans? Impossible.

"If daddy's pulling a prank on me, it ain't funny! Jeeze..." With a turn of her heel, she approached her apartment door and made her way out to the hallway. That was the plan at least but the doorknob allowed her no exit, no matter how hard she pulled. Or kicked. Or punched. She would have shrieked it open had she not noticed the computer in the corner of her eye.

Curious. Deciding that it would hold answers, the young lady turned it on and messed with the controls. Within a few minutes, a video chatroom had started, with a list of usernames unfamiliar to her.

"Well... let's give this a shot...

Logging into his computer again, (he'd finally gotten the hang of it) Kamina found a list of costumes, as well as information regarding the goings on for the week. all of the costumes looked either dumb or boring. Astronaut, ninja, pirate... All of these things were incredibly dull. Then he got to the girly costumes. Stupid things like fairy or princess... Or fairy-princess. Where was the ambition, he wondered.

And then Kamina saw it. The most glorious, manly, desirable costume he'd ever seen before in the five minutes he spent looking.

It was titled simply 'Death Knight', and Kamina knew it was a costume worthy only of the passionate man in him. He stood up, shaking the desk as he stood. "YES! IT HAS TO BE MINE!" He screamed, clicking with a fury. He signed out of the computer and ran outside to see his decision in person.

He was greatly disappointed. There had to have been a mistake. He didn't click this!

HE COULD HAVE SWORN HE DIDN'T CLICK THE FAIRY PRINCESS COSTUME.

His excitement had finally come back to bite him in the butt, he hadn't noticed the mouse move when he jumped up.