Bruce Banner | The Hulk (greenskin) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-08-23 12:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 08, david banner, sir didymus |
Rp: Waking Up is Hard to Do - - -
Characters: David Bruce Banner and Sir Didymus
Time/Date: Afternoon, August 23
Location: In his room
Warnings/Rating: tl; dr/TBA
Summary: David wakes in a new place and meets a very strange stranger.
Status: Complete
With a gasp, he woke, heart slamming into his chest in the darkness, sweat clinging to his skin, making it clammy, and the cool air of the dark and unfamiliar room chilled him. He shivered, eyes wide and darting around a room that only confused and frightened him. Where was he?
He remembered... flashes of images. Of anger, and words shouted to a stormy sky, of the sensation of falling, and of hands... the last clear thing he remembered was the tarmac, where he'd died, where she had been leaning over him. A small smile crept over his face, then darted away as he looked around, eyes slowly adjusting to the light. It seemed an apartment, a place that looked, mostly, normal. But... how had he gotten here? And where was here?
A slight smile came now to his face, and a wry one at that, and his pulse slowed, and his body slowed it's shivering as well. It wasn't as if he'd not woken up in such places before. It was part of his life. Had the entire Tarmac affair been a dream? Could it have been yet another torment? A glimpse of a way out of the darkness his life had become?
He shook his head as he crawled out of the bedclothes, aching joints and bones protesting as he staggered to another door, one which he hoped was-- ah! A bathroom, with a full shower. After taking care of the necessary, he stepped into that shower and scrubbed himself, closing his eyes as he combed hands through his hands and across his body.
He was muscled and scarred, more than most people who survived to his age. And though waking up had been hard, he moved with more ease as the shower woke up his mind and muscles. Much more ease. He slowly scrubbed himself and cleaned himself, before toweling off and walking out of the shower, finding a lightswitch and examining the place. On the nightstand, h saw a note and a key.
After reading the note, he balled it in his hands and growled, heart-rate jumping again. They wanted to observe him? Did they have any idea what he was? What he could do? This was absurd. "Damn you! This is foolishness!" He felt his heart pounding and green tinging across his vision. He forced panic down and made himself to sit, to close his eyes, to rest, shuddering as waves of emotion rolled over him, and as the Other pushed against his mind, wanting release. No. Not today.
Slowly, he regained control, regains his own self. And as he opened his eyes, he vowed he'd find a way out of here, or he'd find a way to do what he had never been able to do. Kill the Hulk.
With slow breaths, he calmed, and moved to a closet, finding clothing, which he slipped on, and gathering the key he'd found with the note. He needed to know how bad it was, how many 'others' were in danger. And if there was a lab around. With a shake of his head, and continued slow breaths, he moved out of his room, and down the hall. He'd head for the lobby. Maybe there, he would find more answers.
And see where he could hole up, other than this place, where others couldn't, wouldn't be hurt.
And inside him, somewhere deep, the Other howled.