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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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But seeing Pegasus look over him, with obvious pity in his eyes, and Jake can't help but tense up and try to pretend it's nothing. It's a trait he's had since he can remember and unfortunately it kicks in now. But, he does reply to this man's request for information. "Doctors've done all they can do. Mostly jus' bruises an' the like. Though I got me three cracked ribs they still can't do jack about." He motioned behind him with a small gesture of his thumb, to the x-rays, where his fractured ribs were circled.
"As far as what happened, well, that's another matter entirely, I reckon." He didn't want to go into too much detail - the memories were still fresh in his mind as is - but giving a general idea wasn't going to be a problem. "That guy Spencer? Wrecked me up awful bad. Nabbed me and twelve other Newcomers off the streets, just like that. Then him an' a few other folks with guns let us loose and hunted us. Luckily, I reckon we all made it alive through the hunt. But that meant we got t'stay out in the Darkness all night long." He motioned then to his bloody bandages, not quite fresh blood on them but certainly prominent dark-red marks that signified dried blood. "Got these from the Darkness. Bruisin' ain't from the Darkness, that was from a giant critter Spencer has. Smacked me clean into a rock wall twice in one day, stomped on me a few times too." He was trying not to be too graphic, but, bruises were something that would heal. Just like his ribs and just like his cuts.
At the mention of family, however, Jake fell silent for a moment. It made him think of Neil, instinctively, and it stung almost worse than the pain. He really could have used some assurance from Neil at that moment. But, that ship had sailed a long time ago, three years from his perspective, now, being in the Port for more than a year. "Ain't got blood relations here on the island," Jake spoke rather bluntly in his natural Texas drawl. But, after mulling it over a bit, he continued by mentioning, "but I got a little bambina an' a cool hombre worried 'bout me right now. They're like my family, I reckon." The thought drew the slightest smile to his lips - it was too bad Maya was gone at the moment, or else he'd introduce her to this man.