jono starsmore (chamber). (burningout) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2009-10-01 11:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | jean-paul beaubier, jono starsmore, plot: power outage |
log: jono starsmore & jean-paul beaubier.
summary. After he was moved away from the hotel Thursday morning, Jono regains some strength to ask the important questions. Jean-Paul tries to be accommodating, given the confusing circumstances.
jean-paul. Even though Jean had given a very brief and simplified description of what was wrong with Jono, Jean-Paul couldn't exactly say he understood it well. What he did understand was anyone at the hotel had no powers and apparently, that meant this guy had no internal organs. In other words, he would die at the hotel, which was something even Jean-Paul couldn't say no to when help was concerned. He may have been a bit grumpy, but he wasn't heartless.
Once Jean and Emma arrived with the nearly-dead Jono in tow, he helped them haul him up to his hotel room where he promptly collapsed on the couch before the ladies even left. Jean-Paul then plopped himself in a nearby chair with his Macbook so he could keep an eye on the other man to make sure he wasn't in any trouble. Not that he would admit that or anything. No, he was just simply sitting in his chair, checking various websites and only glancing at Jono because his body was in direct line with a clock. Yes.
jono. Who knows how long it had been since he was found early that morning, thanks to that blonde down the hall - whatever her name was. Jono's brain wasn't all in one place at the moment and it took some time for the energy to build back up in his chest, its effects spreading through his veins and charging his brain so it can function. It was the closest thing to sleep that he had experienced in a long time -- energy like that tended to keep Jono up nearly 24/7, except for those rare times where he zoned out or rested his eyes.
As his strength grew and he slowly gained consciousness, his eyes slid opened the smallest bit. It was a while before he said anything, casually glancing over at Jean-Paul where he sat. Jono hadn't moved from how he collapsed. He was working his way up to animating his limbs. «Where am I?» His 'voice' was quiet, weaker than his normal brashness.
jean-paul. And here he thought sleeping in short spurts was unfortunate. At least he was able to sleep in the first place, unlike Jono. Who didn't need to sleep. Or eat. Nor did he need is internal organs for that matter. Was this guy technically dead? Now there was a thought that would keep Jean-Paul thinking for awhile.
When he first heard the voice in his head, it actually startled him and he did a super speed flinch right before he realized it was Jono. Oh. He was apparently also telepathic, which made sense considering he probably didn't have a mouth beneath that scarf. "In a hotel room," he answered as he looked over at Jono before turning his attention back to the computer screen. Way to state the obvious there, Jean-Paul. "Jean and Emma brought you here to stay."
jono. Jono heard the other guy's words but it took a moment to process. He knew who Jean was in theory, but it was Emma's name that struck him. «Emma... hmmm.» He trailed off before he dared to move his hand, using it to push himself to sit up. He leaned against the arm of the couch after he exerted so much extra effort in that simple motion. His joints felt stiff. Like blood rushing back to a limb that had fallen asleep, his energy fueled him. It just felt a little odd, is all. «This isn't Paradise, is it?» Because Jono did not recognize a room like this. It didn't look like anything he remembered from his short time so far at the hotel.
jean-paul. For the record, the whole telepathy thing was freaking him out just a little bit. Not that he had any awful deep dark secrets that risked being exposed or anything. However, the fact that this guy could in theory read his mind did make Jean-Paul feel a bit uneasy. He'll get over it in a little bit. "No. This is not the Paradise." Sighing, he reached forward and quickly such the cover of his laptop as it just dawned on him that perhaps he should pay attention for just a moment. There was always time to read Perez's hate comments later. "People at the hotel... I do not know if they are sick or what, but they do not have their powers. And for you --" He waved his hand about for a moment while he tried to think of the best way to put it.
jono. He thought quietly on Jean-Paul's implications. «-- tried to finish this whole dying business,» he completed Jean-Paul's fill-in-the-blank eventually. «Right then. Uh, I'm... I'm Jono. Don't think we've properly met.» Jono can't recall seeing this guy around Paradise, but then again, Jono kept his interaction to a minimum. He might talk a lot of shit on the journals, but he was still adjusting socially to his situation. What a way to meet a guy. He still felt disoriented and imagined it would just be like after he manifested and the power slowly grew back in his chest, when he raced across L.A. streets in a mad dash to get away from whatever it was. At least this time, he wasn't running for his psuedo-life.
jean-paul. Tilting his head to the side for a moment, he frowned briefly at Jono's blatant statement concerning his well being. "Well. Yes. That." Jean-Paul was attempting to at least be tactful with the subject since he apparently put on good manners for a stranger given to him by Jean and Emma. "Jean-Paul. I do not go to the hotel, so we have not." And thanks to the events of today, he was glad he didn't live at the hotel for the first time ever. "Do you... need anything?" You know. Food. Water. Bathroom.
jono. He nodded slowly as Jean-Paul explained why they hadn't met. But as soon as he asked if he needed anything, he shook his head. «No, no, I'm good. I just need to... recharge. Let it grow back.» He paused briefly and then realized how awkward that could sound. «My energy, I mean. Not my.. yeah. My energy.» Not his body, not his organs, not his dignity. Why was death such a cruel mistress and spare him so that he can have wonderful interactions such as this?
jean-paul. "Oh." His... energy. Right. That made complete sense, only not really at all. Having nothing else to say on that subject, Jean-Paul stood up at normal speed and placed his laptop on the ground beside the chair. "Want to watch TV? Tyra is on in a few minutes." Perhaps she will be doing a show on bad plastic surgery or shocking lives of teens today. Either way, it required little to no talking on both their parts, which Jean-Paul had a feeling they would both be fine with here.
jono. Bad plastic surgery or shocking lives of teens. Sounds like every day to Jono. He moved his head to look at the tv across from the couch. It would serve as a entertainment and an excuse not to talk. Therefore, Jono would very much like to watch tv. Especially mindless stuff like daytime talk shows. «Yeah, sure.»