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Newfeather Blues
Jan. 15th, 2014 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goddamnrainWho: Norman Jayden and a good Samaratin
What: Norman Jayden arrives, a little worse for the wear
When: January 15th
Where: Luceti's playground
Summary: A very dazed New Feather in need of medical attention arrives in Luceti.
Rating: PG-13 for language
The only thing Norman Jayden felt, at first, was cold. As he tried to understand it, his fingers flexed, and he felt snow. Snow and metal.
His eyes opened slowly, and it took a great deal of effort to manage it. The dull ache behind his eyes became a splitting pain all through his skull as he stared up. Slowly, the colors and shapes became the sky and a few clouds. He was sitting up, something against his back. He reached out and felt more snow-covered metal. The world began to make a little more sense, and he realized where he was sitting.
A merry-go-round.
He looked around him. It looked like the scene. Like the playground where Shaun Mars had gone missing. It was just missing the carousel.
Slowly, Norman pushed himself to his feet. The wheel under him shifted as he did so, and he nearly lost his balance, clutching to the rail used for spinning it. It offered no further stability, but he tried.
Where was he? How had he gotten here?
It might be some kind of a dream. The simplicity of that suggestion surprised him, actually. Maybe he'd passed out after getting into the police car. Maybe he was drugged in the hospital. It was easy enough to believe. That these things would still haunt his memory. That, even after it was done -- and he was sure the Origami case was over, he was sure of it -- the case would linger. He'd see the crime scene in his nightmares. Eventually, he'd go back to the warehouse, too.
But he was cold. And barely dressed.
He realized that a moment later. His clothes were just beside him. He must be in the hospital. Gotten out of his clothes and in a colder room. Maybe they were keeping him hydrated with a saline solution. Those always froze him.
Jayden dressed. He had to do it carefully. His sides and chest were badly bruised, and every movement hurt, especially when the fabric brushed his skin. His ribs were definitely fractured. Whatever pain killers they were giving him, they weren't enough to distract him from how much he should hurt, and he was paying for it here. His shirt wasn't perfectly buttoned, and his hands wouldn't cooperate enough to get his tie right, so it hung limp around his neck.
He managed about three steps, seeing some part of Philadelphia not far before him, then staggered. He made it a bit further before he went down into a kneel. His back was killing him, and all the pain made him ready to throw up.
Norman took a few slow breaths in and out, as deeply as he could manage.
This was a hell of a dream.
What: Norman Jayden arrives, a little worse for the wear
When: January 15th
Where: Luceti's playground
Summary: A very dazed New Feather in need of medical attention arrives in Luceti.
Rating: PG-13 for language
The only thing Norman Jayden felt, at first, was cold. As he tried to understand it, his fingers flexed, and he felt snow. Snow and metal.
His eyes opened slowly, and it took a great deal of effort to manage it. The dull ache behind his eyes became a splitting pain all through his skull as he stared up. Slowly, the colors and shapes became the sky and a few clouds. He was sitting up, something against his back. He reached out and felt more snow-covered metal. The world began to make a little more sense, and he realized where he was sitting.
A merry-go-round.
He looked around him. It looked like the scene. Like the playground where Shaun Mars had gone missing. It was just missing the carousel.
Slowly, Norman pushed himself to his feet. The wheel under him shifted as he did so, and he nearly lost his balance, clutching to the rail used for spinning it. It offered no further stability, but he tried.
Where was he? How had he gotten here?
It might be some kind of a dream. The simplicity of that suggestion surprised him, actually. Maybe he'd passed out after getting into the police car. Maybe he was drugged in the hospital. It was easy enough to believe. That these things would still haunt his memory. That, even after it was done -- and he was sure the Origami case was over, he was sure of it -- the case would linger. He'd see the crime scene in his nightmares. Eventually, he'd go back to the warehouse, too.
But he was cold. And barely dressed.
He realized that a moment later. His clothes were just beside him. He must be in the hospital. Gotten out of his clothes and in a colder room. Maybe they were keeping him hydrated with a saline solution. Those always froze him.
Jayden dressed. He had to do it carefully. His sides and chest were badly bruised, and every movement hurt, especially when the fabric brushed his skin. His ribs were definitely fractured. Whatever pain killers they were giving him, they weren't enough to distract him from how much he should hurt, and he was paying for it here. His shirt wasn't perfectly buttoned, and his hands wouldn't cooperate enough to get his tie right, so it hung limp around his neck.
He managed about three steps, seeing some part of Philadelphia not far before him, then staggered. He made it a bit further before he went down into a kneel. His back was killing him, and all the pain made him ready to throw up.
Norman took a few slow breaths in and out, as deeply as he could manage.
This was a hell of a dream.
