InsaneJournal

Who: The Hulk & [Open to ALL who might want to interact with him]
What: The Hulk is feeling sorry for himself
When: After this
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Notes: Very much first come first served so whoever gets in there first will be his first vistor and so on and so forth

Ever since the Hulk had been instructed to sleep by Wanda he had been snoozing but that peace could only last so long until sure enough he woke to being behind not bars but glass. It triggered a memory that was soon huffed off as that was puny Banner's memory, not Hulk's. He hurt, he was confused, and most importantly he was not happy. It wasn't the same enraged type of unhappy that he had been during his rampage but more like a child that had done a bad and was now serving "time", that much was apparent in how he hunched over and picked idly at the nearby material of a blanket which had previously been covering him. Had he been the Hulk of days past he would have been hitting at the glass with a fury unrivalled but he wasn't, he was different now, Sakaar had really changed him. Large almost wounded eyes lifted to regard his current prison and his brow drew together before a hand rubbed through his hair until he rose to his feet. Thankfully the cell was tall enough so he didn't need to stoop but what he did instead was pace, the occasional pillow being caught in a petulant kick. He hadn't like Earth before, this recent experience merely intensified that hatred.