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Tweak says, "whaaaa?"

John Coffey (i_help) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-04-04 16:58:00

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john coffey, lestat de lioncourt, zz:status complete

What? (Lestat)
The hospital was a good place for John Coffey to be. Not only could he help people all the time, but he couldn't get into trouble. Not that he did a whole lot of the latter, but sometimes he encountered people who weren't so good, and he didn't know what to do about it. It wasn't what anybody else would consider to be trouble, but it was troublesome to him.

Of course, it wasn't long before the hospital had less and less for him to do.

They had managed to keep him under wraps for the most part. The people he helped were too grateful to go blabbing to the media, and the hospital staff loved him. He was kind and quiet. And he was capable of helping them out with the patients they thought they were going to lose. Who was going to say anything? And risk losing this man who did so much for them?

But as the sick people became less and less, they encouraged him to have some time to himself more and more. Which meant leaving the hospital grounds and fending for himself. So far everybody had been lucky, because when he was needed, the hospital was put in front of him. He'd feel the need inside, and back to work he'd go.

Today was a little bit different though. The more he walked, the more the streets were taking him to an empty lot. Like the City didn't want to have him at the hospital anymore. And John Coffey didn't know where he was supposed to be going, nor did he realize that it was the same lot he was seeing. He just kept walking.

He only stopped when his feet were tired. Which made it extremely late in the day. The sun was setting and he could already see some of the night's stars. He smiled up at the sky as he sat on a bench that hadn't been there before.

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i_liveforever
2008-04-05 12:12 am UTC (link)

Lestat was perched on the back of the bench, sitting there atop it like a gargoyle-- and equally motionless. He did not even blink when John Coffey sat down next to him.

He'd met this body, but not this mind. This mind had immense knowledge, but it had no idea. This mind had healed River Tam.

Lestat smiled.

A black, old-fashioned, long-cut frock coat flowed behind him, and his blond hair was tied back with a black silk ribbon. The vampire had moments where he longed for everyone to dress like this again. This was one of them.

He'd sat here, missing Mona Mayfair and applauding himself silently for what he'd done to Aeon Flux. Straws.

Lestat laughed. And he turned his head, eyes shining in the dark, and smiled at John Coffey.

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i_help
2008-04-05 12:16 am UTC (link)

When he finally became aware of another person in the area, John was actually quite surprised. He was pretty good at knowing when there were people close. But even looking at the other man, it felt like he wasn't there. There was something off about him.

On top of that, he was another ambiguous personality. Not bad in the way that a lot of people were bad. But not nearly anything good, either. His mind reminded him of others he had met that were the same way. It seemed like the city was absolutely filled with them.

John didn't quite know what to do now.

So he smiled back.