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damned_city2013-04-16 07:43 pm
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Day 70: Morning, Farwell
Who: Brook, NPCs(?)
Where: Section #4, Courthouse
Summary: Awakening in an unfamiliar place, Brook has to sort out what happened and come to terms with a new loss.
Something felt very, very wrong. It wasn't the pounding in his head exactly, though that may have been a factor, nor was it that he hadn't awoken in the usual place. Landel's provided bed and cheerful voice had become such an expected occurrence that the absent greeting should have been the most drastic of changes for Brook. Yet he'd been through a variety of events that had left him unable to greet the morning for some time. Becoming ill, turning into his zombie counterpart, and finally thinking he was cured...! The last time he'd heard Landel seemed so long ago, but that wasn't what he missed the most right then.
"No..." He looked around quickly, trying to spot a mirror close by to let his eyes (that he still had) see what he feared. There were none, and that only left him to trust another sense. He'd already felt enough to know a mirror wouldn't have helped, but there was no helping the final check as he put both hands to his head. "No no no no no!" Brook was quickly panicking as he brushed over and over the freshly cut curls, as though doing so would bring back the hair he knew he'd lost.
The pain, the place, and the hell he'd been through didn't matter if he'd lost the one thing that kept him connected to Laboon.
Where: Section #4, Courthouse
Summary: Awakening in an unfamiliar place, Brook has to sort out what happened and come to terms with a new loss.
Something felt very, very wrong. It wasn't the pounding in his head exactly, though that may have been a factor, nor was it that he hadn't awoken in the usual place. Landel's provided bed and cheerful voice had become such an expected occurrence that the absent greeting should have been the most drastic of changes for Brook. Yet he'd been through a variety of events that had left him unable to greet the morning for some time. Becoming ill, turning into his zombie counterpart, and finally thinking he was cured...! The last time he'd heard Landel seemed so long ago, but that wasn't what he missed the most right then.
"No..." He looked around quickly, trying to spot a mirror close by to let his eyes (that he still had) see what he feared. There were none, and that only left him to trust another sense. He'd already felt enough to know a mirror wouldn't have helped, but there was no helping the final check as he put both hands to his head. "No no no no no!" Brook was quickly panicking as he brushed over and over the freshly cut curls, as though doing so would bring back the hair he knew he'd lost.
The pain, the place, and the hell he'd been through didn't matter if he'd lost the one thing that kept him connected to Laboon.
Sorry for the delay on this!
The word that was passing around was that two of the patients had headed back toward the subway tracks with their modded radios in hand, which was something of a relief at least. Marc was hoping the third, Byrne -- the one he had actually talked to -- would be making his way back here, but there was really no telling.
And then there was their most recent arrival, who'd been brought in last night and laid down to recover. It was rough having to accommodate all these patients who were badly injured, but seeing how they saved them from death, there wasn't any helping that.
Marc was clued in to the man's awakening when he heard the yells, and he set his jaw as he marched down the hall and then slowly creaked open the door into their bare bones infirmary. "Brook?"
I'm just glad I did this right! DX
None of those questioned stopped racing through his head as one was suddenly directed to him, however Brook did recognize his name by some miracle and look towards the voice. A man, and not one he recognized. That led to more questions, and as confused as Brook already was, getting any of those voiced turned out to be more difficult than he realized.
He tried to ask first and foremost what had happened to his hair, but for the other man, Brook remained staring with an open mouth. There was no connection between the panic and his mouth, but the rest of him showed that much. His hands hadn't left his head, and he was just shy of starting to cry.
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That might, might have something to do with the fact that he'd just died and come back to life. Marc wasn't the sort of person who had great bedside manner, but he did pull a little closer, frowning as he looked the patient over.
"Look, it's... safe here. We got you out of there. I don't know what you went through, but it's over now, all right?" At least for the moment. Marc couldn't tell any of the patients that there wouldn't be hardships coming their way from now on, because that would be a lie. But he did truly believe that things were better out here as opposed to under Landel's watchful gaze.
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Since he had someone talking to him like he knew what was going on, Brook decided that the other might know something about this and be able to give him at least one of the answers he was looking for. Once his mind was able to connect with his mouth, he asked what might've been the last question the man was expecting:
"Do you know what happened to my hair?!"
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It was true that Brook was bald now. No real doubt about that. Marc just hadn't realized that he'd had some hair before, and that losing it was a cause of such distress. Seriously, the guy had just woken up in some unknown place and probably had no idea what was going on, and all he was worried about was his hair?
"I'm... not sure," he admitted. "I mean, you were dead, so it could be they shaved it off after that." Marc didn't see why, since none of the other people they'd picked up had come in bald, but...
There was one thing. "I've heard a theory about what happens when you die here. You get to come back, but... you lose something. Was it really that important to you?" If it was, then it might just fit the bill.
He's not bald, he has short, black curls!
"I know I was dead before, but when I came back, I still had my hair! I had strong roots, so it stayed despite the rest of me turning to just bones! And even after I somehow got my skin back here, I still had my hair! It stayed! It did! And I'd have died again before letting anyone get anywhere close to it, so what happened to it?!"
Logic was very much gone by this point, though at least Brook had found his words. His concern for that should have been enough for the guy to understand that it was a matter of importance.
Whoops, sorry about that!
But he clearly wasn't going to get any answers of him right now, with the way that he was acting. Marc stiffened, remaining near the door for the moment, since right now he had to treat Brook like a spooked animal.
"Like I said, I think that... that Landel and his staff took it. Probably because they knew it would make you react like this." He rubbed at the back of his head, a bit awkwardly. "I'm... I'm sorry we didn't get to you before that happened."
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"But you just said... wait, how did you know I died?" And why was he questioning it again? Why was someone else asking the questions at all?! Brook was the one who had all the questions! Though he was struggling a bit with his priorities, and with getting the questions out.
Maybe it was good that someone was guiding him a little bit. At the very least, he could be a better voice of reason.
"Then I must get it back!" Brook determined, dropping his hands into fists at his side. It never occurred to him that taking back hair didn't quite work that way, but nothing in this world made sense anyway.
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Marc had heard about those leftovers. He knew what they were. He didn't want to see any of the patients ending up like that.
"I know you died because we got you out of there. We've done it for a few others, too. Sneaking into the institute is tough, but we know a back way into the morgue." He wasn't even going to argue with Brook about the hair thing, because it wasn't his place and that wouldn't really put them on the right page anyway.
He shrugged and leaned against the wall, still intent on giving the man his space. "Name's Marc, by the way. And in case you were wondering, you're in Farwell." It wasn't the best introduction he could have given, but he'd already gone through this a few times now.