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Simon Tam (i_conform) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-04-08 04:58:00

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jack napier, simon tam

Now's a good time for a laugh [open to Joker & other "funny" people]
He needed a drink.

He needed time.

He needed to redo everything and maybe be back on Serenity where none of this would have happened in the first place.

He needed to run.

Simon had left the fire by Serenity, a fire that would have been welcoming if he still felt welcome on the ship. It had been his home for a very short while, and he maybe he had hoped that he might be able to fit in; but, fate, destiny, whatever it was that seemed to control his life sometimes had other plans.

The good doctor didn't go home; he let the City take him wherever it wanted, and he was soon standing outside a building he had never seen before. He really wasn't surprised by this; the City did like to present new places to its inhabitants on occasion. He was also too emotionally exhausted to feel surprise. Although, he did wonder how he could have missed it. The tall dark building. He should have been able to see it from the Hospital, probably anywhere in the City actually.

Crossing the street and being careful of any cars rushing by - that'd been how he'd met George, she'd been hit by an oncoming car - he was soon standing at the front door to the building. There wasn't anyone in the lobby as far as he could tell; no, wait, a security guard. Just one security guard for such a big building. The structure reminded him a little of home, so clean and tall and modern. Without really thinking about it, he rested his forehead against the glass and stared at his reflection, what he could see if it around the "Wayne Industries" logo.

"And this is why you're a winner with the ladies. They love a man full of self-loathing."

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i_jest
2009-04-08 11:25 pm UTC (link)

Harley Harley Harley. He had her back and he was on top of the world. Everything was perfect. Wonderful. He could send his little Mischief Angel off to do terrible things to innocent people while he did horrible things to more innocent people on the other side of town.

He was skipping through the streets, joyfully, when he spied the man looking at the Wayne building.

And looking depressed.

Jack sauntered up to him, hands clasped behind his back and peered in as well.

"Looking for a job, bub? I'm sure Old Man Wayne has something you can do. Might have to be mail sorting, or cleaning the shitters, but it's better than living on the street, right?"

He'd thought that he'd heard something about women, but he'd let it go for now. Just for now, though.

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i_conform
2009-04-08 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Simon wasn't expecting anyone to show up, but he supposed he should have. This was the City; people showed up when one wanted to be alone and miserable. He didnt' care that misery loved company; she could go find her own. He took a deep breath and stood slowly, pushing away from the glass. He turned and looked at the slightly shorter guy, brow raised.

"Not looking for a job." Really, the doctor had a job; he didn't like it at the moment, but he had one. Technically, he didn't need a job, no one needed a job in the City. They could want a job, and a job would be provided. But, no one had to work to get food, clothing, or lodging. It wasn't a necessity.

"And I don't live on the streets." He brushed himself off and picked at some imaginary lint. Simon tried to gather up what he had been before Serenity - a self-assured surgeon who could do anything he damn well wanted. Maybe that was what he needed to do rather than worry about everything else, maybe he really did have to think just about himself for a change. "But, thank you for the advice." Even if it was unwanted.

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i_jest
2009-04-08 11:41 pm UTC (link)

"Oh! Have a job, do we? What, pray tell, do we do?" Jack lifted his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. He was, indeed, mocking the guy. But he couldn't help it. Not one little bit.

"Are you a fanshy smance lawyer? Oh, I know. You're a stock broker aren't you? The CEO of a large and wealthy company just like this one, and you're here doing your own dirty work in corporate espionage. Because nobody will recognize you. Because they all think that you're some old fart with a big fluffy beard and a bright red sui... no. No, that's Santa. You're not Santa are you?"

Jack peered at the guy and decided that no, there was a distinct lack of pudge and jolly for this guy to be Santa. Also, he was fairly sure that Santa took the reindeer with him where ever he went. Because that's what Jack would do.

"Tell me, kiddo, what's your trade, your calling, your jahizzy job?"

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i_conform
2009-04-08 11:48 pm UTC (link)

"I don't know if we have a job, but I do have a job." Simon didnt' like being mocked, and there was no rule saying he had to stick around for it either. So, he gave a slight nod and started to step away.

The fact that Santa came into the conversation certainly didn't do much for the hairs on the back of the doctor's neck. His hand lifted to rub absently at his neck, to try and calm himself; all the while, Simon was doing his best to not look bothered.

"No, no, I'm not in business." He nodded again, trying to remember which way had gotten him here. He had a feeling it would mean walking pass the man who was currently using him as a joke. Yeah, not the way he wanted to go. "I should really get back; I'm sure they'll need me."

He hadn't said what he did, not yet, but usually mentioning a they helped when someone was bugging you.

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i_jest
2009-04-08 11:54 pm UTC (link)

"Not in business. Not Santa. You're not the Easter Bunny, are you? Because that'd just be fucked up. Laying eggs out your ass for all the kiddies at Easter." Jack shook his head.

"I have a job. The asylum. It's mine. I run it. Live in it. Whatever. And then I spread merriment on the streets for all to love. You may have seen my work? The giant green penis on this very building? Labor of love. Maybe the whipped cream spill on Dalton over thataway? It was a hell of a thing to get my hands on so much of it at once. I think the kids had fun though. Sure they smelled to high hell after an hour in the sun, but that's okay. I don't have to clean up the little fuckers."

He was in step right behind the guy. Having too much fun to let him go. Jack, in his mind, had made a new friend.

"I met a fairy." He offered. "Not like, a guy in a dress prancing around kissing other guys, but a real fairy. She was small and adorable and I love her. I have to find her again. She taught me how to fly. Have you ever flown? It's a joyous thing, it is. I'm gonna find that fairy and I'm going to ... I don't know. I think if I marry her Harley would get mad. Maybe we can have a threesome. Though, the fairy was small, so that might get messy. Is it even legal to marry the equivalent of a lightening bug?"

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i_conform
2009-04-09 12:00 am UTC (link)

Simon didn't stop to look at the man beside him. He didn't even glance. He had to hope that the man would get the idea; the doctor did not want to talk to him. Then again, the guy was talking about easter bunnies - whatever they were, a mutated rabbit that lays eggs? - fairies, and whip cream. The man wasn't in his right mind at all.

"Were you in the mental health ward at the Hospital?" For all Simon knew, this was the result of too many traumas. Maybe this man was one of those people who had been here too long. Was this what would come of him if he stayed here too long? Simon had to hope not.

"Do you need to get back to the Hospital?" Now that might have given him away, but he might simply be one of those helpful types. "There's a police officer somewhere that could probably help you back there, or home."

Yeah, Simon hadn't learned that one should not call crazies "crazy" to their faces. It didn't usually go over very well.

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i_jest
2009-04-09 12:03 am UTC (link)

"I just told you, I live in the Asylum. Helllooooo." Jack shook his head. Then narrowed his eyes. "You're a doctor, aren't you? Yes. That's it. Only doctors talk that way. But you're not a psych doc, no. Otherwise you'd be having a hey day instead of trying to get away."

Jack smiled.

"Hey doc. Hey, I think I got Coxsackie in Bangkok. Would you have a look? Hurts real bad. Need medical attention. I might die. Don't you have to help me? Didn't you take an oath?"

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i_conform
2009-04-09 12:09 am UTC (link)

"You can die from Coxsackie, no matter where you got it." Simon actually paused long enough to look at the man. The guy was crazy, looped, and Simon really didn't want to find out just how crazy this guy was. The joke had been lost completely on him; later though, later he'd probably laugh a little at how it sounded. That or someone would laugh at him while he told the story, if he lived to tell the tale.

"Go to the Hospital, or go back to the asylum. They could give you a check up and make sure everything's okay." He was going to say "make sure you aren't dying," but he could already see that that comment would probably have some little retort of some sort, like "we're all dying."

Simon tried to change directions, and the City for once wasn't been too uncooperative. It wasn't throwing up buildings as he turned the corners, but it wasn't helping him get any closer to the Hospital or the Police Station. He didn't see them anywhere.

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i_jest
2009-04-09 12:14 am UTC (link)

"Like there are doctors at the Asylum. Pft." Jack rolled his eyes. "Have you not seen it? The place is a big barren ... empty... like whatever it is that's not got stuff in it... place."

Boy, he'd really lost it on that one.

"Filled with ..."

He'd been about to say crazy people. But he was the only one living there presently, wasn't he?

"Hyenas."

So that was true. "Corpses in the courtyard." Also true.

"Maybe you should come by for a visit. Plenty of mouthwash to go around."

Jack walked a bit and then eyed the doctor. "You're not afraid of me, are you? Cause that might hurt my feelings."

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i_conform
2009-04-09 10:27 pm UTC (link)

Simon finally stopped and looked at the man. Dr. Tam hadn't seen the asylum; he didn't even know the City had one. Actually he was beginning to think they were in a huge revolving loony bin; he was rather certain at times he was indeed insane. This was all in his head.

"I think I'll pass on the visit." The doctor finally said before turning to walk again, just a little quicker but not yet running. This really wasn't how he wanted to die. Eaten by Reavers seemed like a better way to go, even if a little more painful.

"Wouldn't want to hurt your feelings, would we?" He mumbled then quickly cursed himself in Chinese; that had been a bad idea. He really did need to work on his social skills. A quick prayer was sent up to whatever holy creature that might be listening; he'd learn how to talk to people if he could just get out of this situation.

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i_jest
2009-04-15 01:00 am UTC (link)

No visit from the doctor. Sad.

But Jack heard that second thing and grabbed the doctor by the arm. He pulled him around to look him squarely in the face. There were no more smiles.

"No. You wouldn't." His voice was icy. There was a long silence that passed before it returned.

When that happened, Jack dropped the arm he was holding and skipped in a circle around the doc.

"Hey, I'll catch you around, Doctor Windowlicker. Maybe I'll hunt you down at the hospital. Come in and get a rectal from you. Ask for you special."

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