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sirenspull_logs2012-06-30 12:59 am
cowboycop) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-06-30 12:59 am
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My scars remind me that the past is real
Who: Jake Marshall (cowboycop) and YOU!
When: Any time Friday night (June 29th) to next Friday night (July 6th).
Where: Siren's Port General Hospital.
Summary: Jake survived the Newcomer Hunt - with many scars and bruises to prove it. Come visit him.
Warnings: Surly cowboy who doesn't like tapioca pudding but keeps getting some from the nurses anyway. Also flashbacks to violence and some gory descriptions. When Gant comes in, actual violence and mental torture, followed by a shaved cowboy.
Jake normally didn't like hospitals. Nothing good ever came out of them, in his experience. But as of this moment, Jake was feeling so relieved to just be in a bed and resting, he didn't care where it was.
After the events of last night, every portion of his body was injured somehow. It didn't help that the bandages wrapped around his torso like a mummy's dressing were starting to itch. But, he couldn't move them or get rid of them, because his entire front and back were bruised. On top of that, three of his middle ribs were cracked, and it hurt just to breathe. Thank god for the morphine running through his system, otherwise he'd be in a much grumpier mood. He just hoped that they wouldn't change the gauze for a few hours - it was still difficult to move around, even to put a clean bandage on the three long gashes on his side. He'd never liked getting stitches, even moreso than his distaste for hospitals.
He'd been dozing, off and on, since he'd been taken to Siren's Port General Hospital earlier that morning. He was relaxing as best as he could in the silence of his room, while sorting through the food they'd left him for when he felt up to eating. Most of it was discarded immediately because it was pudding, of the tapioca variety. He did manage to find a few jello cups that he was willing to eat, and so he started in on those. It was then that the nurse popped her head in, and informed mister Marshall that he had a visitor.
"Well, send 'em in, I reckon."
(( ooc: Action or prose, whichever is more comfortable for you. Feel free to find him whenever! Just put the date and approximate time in the subject line. ))
cowboycop) and YOU!When: Any time Friday night (June 29th) to next Friday night (July 6th).
Where: Siren's Port General Hospital.
Summary: Jake survived the Newcomer Hunt - with many scars and bruises to prove it. Come visit him.
Warnings: Surly cowboy who doesn't like tapioca pudding but keeps getting some from the nurses anyway. Also flashbacks to violence and some gory descriptions. When Gant comes in, actual violence and mental torture, followed by a shaved cowboy.
Jake normally didn't like hospitals. Nothing good ever came out of them, in his experience. But as of this moment, Jake was feeling so relieved to just be in a bed and resting, he didn't care where it was.
After the events of last night, every portion of his body was injured somehow. It didn't help that the bandages wrapped around his torso like a mummy's dressing were starting to itch. But, he couldn't move them or get rid of them, because his entire front and back were bruised. On top of that, three of his middle ribs were cracked, and it hurt just to breathe. Thank god for the morphine running through his system, otherwise he'd be in a much grumpier mood. He just hoped that they wouldn't change the gauze for a few hours - it was still difficult to move around, even to put a clean bandage on the three long gashes on his side. He'd never liked getting stitches, even moreso than his distaste for hospitals.
He'd been dozing, off and on, since he'd been taken to Siren's Port General Hospital earlier that morning. He was relaxing as best as he could in the silence of his room, while sorting through the food they'd left him for when he felt up to eating. Most of it was discarded immediately because it was pudding, of the tapioca variety. He did manage to find a few jello cups that he was willing to eat, and so he started in on those. It was then that the nurse popped her head in, and informed mister Marshall that he had a visitor.
"Well, send 'em in, I reckon."
(( ooc: Action or prose, whichever is more comfortable for you. Feel free to find him whenever! Just put the date and approximate time in the subject line. ))
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[She walks in, closing the door behind her gently.]
No, I'm not lost. I just wanted to make sure you were going to be alright. I mean, I know we don't know each other, but I heard about what happened at the hunting grounds a few days ago.
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[He seems just a bit surprised that she's here to see him, but he doesn't seem to mind - in fact, he's moving to sit up right now, so he can be better company.]
I reckon I'll be fine after a few days'a rest. Mighty kind a'ya t'be visitin' an ol' cowpoke ya don't know.
What's yer name, bambina?
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[In response to him sitting up, she scoots her chair forward a few inches to return the politeness.]
I don't think it's such a big thing... I mean, you deserve company after what happened.
My name's Ahiru! It's nice to meet you, even if it had to be like this.