Skxawng (anotherhellhole) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-05-01 00:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, jake sully |
Who: Jake
Where: Nevernever
What: Jake runs into a spot of bother
When: Morning, April 30th
Rating: Highish?
Status: Narrative (open if you've a good reason?)
Jake was glad of his morning walks right now. The house was unbearably sad, understandably so, but Jake was doing his best to do whatever was needed for whoever needed it, so his walks were his time to grieve and he needed to be alone for that. He'd spoken to Ewya a lot, asking her to watch over Izzy and JR, wherever they'd ended up, and to ask her to help his family get through this. And to watch over his Neytiri as well, of course, like he always did.
He'd tried doing his walk through the forest without his crutch, his usual distraction technique when things got too much for him, and it hadn't gone too badly. He hadn't managed to go as far as he'd wanted to, but he was walking on his own two feet without assistance for meters at a time. He'd have been far more excited by what he was doing if it hadn't been at this specific time, but he was still pretty pleased by it. He needed the crutch for walking to the Doors building, though. His legs weren't that strong. Calling into the house, he left a note on the table saying where he was going; his younger self walked into the kitchen as he was writing it, so he told him as well, then left the house. He'd have breakfast when he got back.
The walk to the building was uneventful, but it got a bit more interesting when he noticed that there was a new door to check out. He read the plaque, frowning at the destination - where the hell was Nevernever? - and studied the door. It looked to be covered almost completely in ice, but he couldn't be sure because there were vines all over it as well, little tendrils digging through the ice to cling onto the door. Weird. He grabbed one of the tracking things and stuck it on and went back to the strange door. He found the handle soon enough, opened the door and stepped through.
It was fucking freezing on the other side of the door, so he'd make a point of mentioning that when he posted on the network, and the ice was everywhere. Explained the temperature, he reasoned, and stepped out further so he could see exactly where the door opened onto and let everyone know. His left foot slipped a bit, but he just tightened his grip on his crutch and did his best to be careful where he stepped. He wasn't going to stay much longer, he decided, since he couldn't really see much of anything, but he got the feeling he was up quite high. Not good when the floor was made of ice, really. He moved his right foot forward, just as a huge gust of wind caught him and send him skidding back. His right ankle crumpled beneath him as he hit something and fell over it, slamming into the ice and landing badly on his right arm. The crutch just got in his way more than anything and his head knocked off the wall of ice behind him.
He lay there on the ice, more than a bit dazed with waves of pain coming from three different places - his ankle, his elbow and the back of his head - and the mind-numbing cold really didn't help at all. All he could think of was apologizing to Tommy for worrying him, but it was hard to move when his head was spinning and there was red on the ice, was that new? and he was so fucking cold...
Just ahead, something opened its eyes and growled.