InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "I'm into musical theatre"

{BILL} promethea (i_endtheworld) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-02-07 10:16:00

Entry tags:

james wilson, promethea, zz:status complete

Up to the highest hight [ Open ]
Promethea flew over The City, watching over its residents. The caduceus lit up like hot blue fire leaving a noticeable trail in the sky. In the days and weeks following the disappearance and reappearance of The City Promethea had broken up several fights, stopped the looting of four stores and taken exactly thirteen citizens to the hospital, one of them a young boy.

It was not the most glamorous work but science heroes made excellent custodians in the aftermath of great disasters and tragedies.

Things slowly appeared to be returning to normal. The City still shifted like changing sands, but that was a feature that most people became accustomed to after their first week here. It made flying an interesting challenge in the downtown amongst the tall sky scrappers.

Today Promethea had not needed to intervene at all. Bill would soon be able to return home, if his landlord hadn't already assumed the long absence meant he was dead and given the apartment to someone else.

Bill and Promethea sighed.

(Post a new comment)

i_cheat
2008-02-07 11:21 pm UTC (link)

Wilson grabbed his jacket and slipped out of the hospital's front door. He knew if he didn't get out for a few minutes right now, he might not get out again before nightfall. He hated looking out the hospital windows and being surprised at the darkness beyond them.

Walking for the park and holding a newspaper under his arm, he considered the recent influx of patients. Mostly he'd been counseling more than treating illnesses, as the residents of the City seemed much disturbed by the recent move. Panic seemed to be the most common reaction, followed by fighting and self-mutilation of some sort. It was really making clinic hours take forever. Wilson started to sympathize with House's hatred and disdain of the clinic. Of course, the patients here were a little....different.

Finding an unoccupied bench, Wilson sat down and opened the paper to the comics and games section. All the comics were reruns, it was s shame no one in the City was producing new ones for the local paper. At least crosswords and sudoku were challening. He pulled out his pen and began to mark up the newsprint, eyebrows furrowed.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

i_endtheworld
2008-02-07 11:31 pm UTC (link)

"They can only rerun Peanuts so many times..." That had been more Bill than Promethea, but the line between the two was blurred at best.

Promethea, in full science hero attire, had landed quietly behind the good doctor on soft gold colored boots, taking the liberty of sitting on the bench next to him. She needed the rest. She set her staff down on the bench next to her, even the snakes which wound up the caduceus in a double helix looked exhausted.

It took her a few moments before she recognized the doctor.

"You work at the hospital?"

She'd dropped off some of the more seriously hurt people. Enough that at least one nurse had taken to calling the science hero her favorite ambulance. There hadn't been much chit chat other than that amongst the hospital staff, but Promethea recognized Dr. Wilson because she thought he was a catch.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_cheat
2008-02-07 11:57 pm UTC (link)

Wilson looked up, surprised at the voice coming seemingly out of nowhere. Of course, when he was focused on something, a bomb could go off and he wouldn't notice. Well, as a doctor he would, but the noise...you get the idea.

Smiling at the oddly appropriately dressed woman who sat down so silently next to him, he found himself agreeing.

"AS much as you might love a writer, overexposure just makes you sick of it. I wish there was a staff cartoonist or something at the paper, even just for editorials or something. Somehow, comics from back home don't seem to be as relevant here, don't you think?"

Rubbing the back of his neck as the mention of the hospital reminded him how tired and sore he was, Wilson nodded.

"Yes, I'm a doctor there. My specialty is oncology but in a pinch, everyone's a GP. Have you been around there much lately? It's been a madhouse."

"Forgive me my rudeness for not introducing myself earlier. I'm James Wilson. And you are?"

He stretched his hand out for a shake, interested in this rather statuesque young woman with the colorful costume.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_endtheworld
2008-02-08 02:53 am UTC (link)

"Call me Promethea, darling. I guess you might say I'm a science heroine, but in a pinch everyone's an ambulance," she smiled with a wink, taking his hand into her own. Her gloves felt like leather but like her boots, looked like pliable gold, as if her costume were the result of someone's imagination.

"I have a friend who writes comics," Promethea frowned, "but I haven't seen him since the black out. I hope he's alright."

Of course, Promethea knew that Bill was alright. Bill knew that Bill was alright, but it was best to keep up appearances.

Promethea didn't look tired and sore. Living stories had a way of always looking good, even when they felt terrible. She was tired, however, and she doubted her arms could carry another civilian. She empathized with Dr. Wilson.

"The City could use new stories."

Promethea meant that in every sense possible.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_cheat
2008-02-13 11:30 pm UTC (link)

Wilson shook her hand firmly, smiling more with every second of this extremely interesting interaction. He knew House would have a field day with this one.

"Science heroine, huh? As a man of medicine myself, I have to appreciate the effort you put in. Science sure could use a champion. Or a flying ambulance, as the case may be. Whatever works."

Leaning back against the bench companionably, he scanned the park in front of them. Looked peaceful. You'd never know what raging morass of craziness this city was by the park. Just goes to show.

"Someone writes comics around here? And they aren't working for the paper? What a waste. Anyways, I hope he's all right too. You probably would have seen him if he came into the hospital, or I would have, considering I practically live there these days. Let me know who he is and if you want me to keep an eye out for your....friend."

Wilson glanced over at his newspaper, then back at Promethea.

"News stories or new stories? As in new books? Or something else entirely?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_endtheworld
2008-02-17 05:57 pm UTC (link)

"Something else entirely. I'm not sure."

Perhaps if it had been one of the other Prometheas, the mystery of The City and its inhabitants would have been discovered. Bill really wasn't the smartest or the strongest of them all, but there was a strange feeling that gnawed at him.

"I feel like I'm on the verge of discovering something about The City. Something I should have known from the start. Something to do with stories..."

The science heroine sighed. And then brushing the feeling off as though it had never happened she smiled, verging on flirtatious with the attractive doctor.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_cheat
2008-02-21 11:47 pm UTC (link)

Wilson smiled back at her. She really was a delightful girl. Utterly capable, yet still in need of something. He just couldn't figure out what.

Yet.

"Well, I would say keep at it. If you feel a breakthrough coming on, call me."

He handed over his card - he wasn't sure before he pulled it out of his wallet, but when he checked, the information had changed from his old phone number and 'Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital' to a new number and 'City Hospital'. He kept one for himself in case he ever needed to know his own office number. He assumed his cell phone number hadn't changed, but the only person who had it was House and he had dropped off the face of the planet..er, City. Whatever.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_endtheworld
2008-02-22 12:19 am UTC (link)

Promethea-- Bill's Promethea-- was always a little forward. She took his card graciously and leaned in for a very light peck on his cheek, easily mistaken for friendly. (Easily interpreted as flirtatious if so desired.)

"I will. Take care, Dr. James Wilson."

She stood and levitated a few feet from the air, her staff emitting a faint glow, the serpents that circled it looking distinctly alive. She winked before taking off for the sky, looking for somewhere private to land to assume her mild-mannered alter ego.

(Reply to this) (Parent)