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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. ))
July 5th, near lunch time
She's kept a low profile, but after borrowing a little money she's finally gone out to explore and to buy herself some much needed new clothing, though after taking a detour past a particularly appetizing looking delicatessen, Mia decides that it's probably time to go and visit her missing housemate. She'd been told that Jake Marshall- now there was blast from the past- was currently in hospital, and it's the sight of pepper-steak sandwiches on offer at the deli that brings him to mind.
20 minutes later, she's being directed to his room in the hospital, a warm steak sandwich in her possession and an old western adventure novel she saw in a book shop. She knows it's probably going to come as a surprise- especially if no one had gotten around to telling him about her deceased status being a former affliction- and reasons that distracting him with food and a book might just take the edge off it.]
Knock knock?