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heyfreemagic2015-08-12 12:20 am
oldfashionedfutureboy) wrote in heyfreemagic2015-08-12 12:20 am
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[ All he wanted to do was duck out to grab something for dinner. Cook a proper meal for some people and try to settle himself into some shade of normalcy- he doesn't remember what went wrong. Just that something did. That one moment he was on the sidewalk and the other he'd ducked down the stairs to avoid rain or something and then-
Time's lost. It'd been dark. There'd been voices. There'd been- things. Nox. He's covered in something viscous and he's not all that certain as to what it might actually be- part of him thinks he should grab a sample. The rest just wants a bath. A drink, a bath, and a long time spent in bed. He's not visibly roughed up other than looking mighty sorry and ragged as he makes his way, finally, back into the light.
Semiopaque- something, coats him head to toe. Sticks his scrubs to him, mats his hair to his skull, squelches with each step.
There's not a scent- not a taste. Not even all that much of a color but it's like grease and despair and he just- he wants it off. ]
Time's lost. It'd been dark. There'd been voices. There'd been- things. Nox. He's covered in something viscous and he's not all that certain as to what it might actually be- part of him thinks he should grab a sample. The rest just wants a bath. A drink, a bath, and a long time spent in bed. He's not visibly roughed up other than looking mighty sorry and ragged as he makes his way, finally, back into the light.
Semiopaque- something, coats him head to toe. Sticks his scrubs to him, mats his hair to his skull, squelches with each step.
There's not a scent- not a taste. Not even all that much of a color but it's like grease and despair and he just- he wants it off. ]
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[ It hadn't felt near that long to him- hell he hadn't had the time to stop or eat or sleep or drink much of anything. He knew it was more than a few hours, maybe a few days but-
Weeks. He'd lost WEEKS down there and he can't remember all of it.
The tentative hold he had on his composure cracked, fingers trembling as he tries to reconcile that length of time against the snatches of what he could recall of being below the city. The food helps. Gives him something to do with his hands, something to eat now that he realizes he's ravenously hungry. ]
I- I'd ducked into the stairwell to the sewers to avoid some rain while out shopp'n and figured I could just catch a train to the next station but- didn't occur to me that the Nox would have the whole damn place locked down. Got turned around so often I couldn't-
I don't remember most of it. Just- voices. Shadows and voices.
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Looking at Leonard shaking, Greg can only think of one bright side.]
I'm glad you made it back to us.
[It feels a little redundant to say, but it practically seems like a miracle.]
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Even the shadows that AREN'T evil are dangerous down there.]
Yeah...you OK?
[The guy's super shaken. It's scary. It almost reminds him of when the turtles nearly lost Leonardo: Maybe he'll stop trembling soon, and he may or may not be afraid of going near the sewers after this, but it's gonna be awhile before he really DOES find his was back from this.]
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Hey.
[He heads over to stand behind the couch and lays a hand on Bones' shoulder.]
It's over. You're safe here.
[He's seen that expression in the mirror enough times to have some idea of what to do. In his experience, stability helps.]
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He doesn't remember sleeping. He sure as shit didn't have anything to drink. But he's- not FINE fine he's hungry as hell but he's not dead. Why isn't he dead? Is he okay? It wasn't a vaccum but it was-
No light It was dark. It was like staring into that goddamn black hole, like staring down that bomb, like staring into a body bag. Everything he'd ever been terrified of and he had to get back up top so he'd shoved through. Compartmentalized.
Now it's harder. Now it's SAFE and his hands are still shaking but there's work but- there isn't work. There aren't lives he's bound to mind. Just these three. Just Greg's concern, Casey's question, and Wash's hand. He's locked up tight under it for a second. For three and he forces himself to relax. It's safe here. He's back. Wash is right. ]
...I just got over my aviophobia two years ago. [ He mutters, scrubbing at his face, a wry crackle of a laugh spills out and while it's a fragile, shaky thing- he smiles. ] I did not need a new one to replace it. Christ. Y'all know what kept go'n through my head the whole time? "We got a bottle of ketchup and a loaf of bred and that dang kid is gonna eat that or bug Greg to order pizza and that'll drive Wash bugnuts so I need to get my ass home."