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Tweak says, "Always Keep The Faith!"

Joaquin Barton (pahana) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-07-27 01:13:00

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jormungandr, pahana

Who: Joaquin and Adam.
What: Joaquin goes to see Adam regarding an injury of sorts.
Where: Apartment #504
When: ...Crap I didn't think about that one. I'll get that up shortly~
Warnings: None?

That night had been strange, to say the least. He'd returned to his apartment only to find his latest work almost completely destroyed, with no apparent cause. That, he'd gotten over. But what he couldn't shake was a burning pain in his hands- not constant, but chronic- that was making painting almost an impossibility. His class was getting more and more difficult to teach, having to take frequent breaks to rub at his hands. It felt like he'd tried everything, every home remedy for pain, everything he could really do beside shelling out the cash to go to a doctor.

Upon learning that one of his neighbours, Adam, was an EMT-P, Joaquin began to consider asking him about it, though being as shy as he was he figured maybe it'd be best to wait and see if his condition improved. It didn't. He now found himself knocking at the other man's door, fidgeting uncomfortably as he waited, massaging his stinging palm with his opposite thumb.

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jormungandr
2011-07-29 12:18 pm UTC (link)

It took a moment for Adam to hear the knocking at the door, let alone answer it. He'd been doing a bit of cleaning on a rare day off, high-end cans covering his ears, blasting Lesbians on Ecstasy directly into his brain. But when at last the music cleared, the final bars of "Tell Me Does She Love the Bass?" fading out into nothingness, he realized what he had been hearing was indeed not part of his own private show. He reached for his mobile, nestled snugly in his pocket, checking for messages from Alex, finding nothing. With furrowed brow he hastily pulled off his headphones, dropping them - and the tiny mp3 player to which they were almost ludicrously connected - to the dark fabric of the sofa as he moved toward the door.

His first glance through the peephole quieted his concerns. He knew that face, and thanked God above it was not the concierge again, come to share news of yet another unpleasant occurrence. He unlocked the door, drawing it wide, trying all the while to remember the man's name.

"Hey-" He began, but quickly cut himself off. Easily he read the concern in the other man's face, the nervous energy he directed toward his clearly pained hand. Black-limned eyes flicked down to where he so delicately touched, unconsciously beginning to assess the situation. "Come in," he said, pulling the door wider still. "I remember you from the power outage. Everything alright?"

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pahana
2011-07-29 05:15 pm UTC (link)

Joaquin startled a little as the door opened, not expecting anyone to actually be home. Or, if he was being honest with himself, he had hoped no one would actually be home. Not that he disliked Adam or anything, but being someone who didn't care too much for social interaction, anything involving the medical field tended to make him anxious. Doctors, nurses and the like were always wanting him to describe things in detail. For a painter, that should have been easy- him, especially. He loved adding tiny details, using minuscule brushes to paint the tiniest of flowers or birds, but to actually convey that same thing in speech? Impossible.

Swallowing hard, Joaquin smiled nervously at Adam as the other man opened the door, attempting to look at least reasonably calm. "Hi," he managed, relaxing slightly when he realized he wasn't unwelcome or going to get shooed away. "Well-- um-- not exactly. Um, that power outage, actually, um... I dunno, I think it's just a coincidence, but um, since that night, my hands, um, they just..." He shrugged, wringing his hands and glancing away as he stepped inside the apartment. "Hurt pretty bad. Um, it's even getting hard to paint. I haven't even really finished anything in a while. But uh- you're a, uh, a paramedic right? I know I should go see a doctor and all, but uh..."

	jormungandr 2011-08-19 12:06 am UTC (link)
	"I'll take you up on it," Adam said, leaning against the door, which now stood wide. He found himself seriously considering the prospect, glad of having found a potential friend among the building's growing throng. "I'd love to see your work some time." He flashed a smile, soft but bright. "Have a good night, Joaquin. Rest up and heal, OK?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)