Hank McCoy (beast_mode) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2012-02-12 02:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !arrival, !inprogress, hank mccoy, raven darkholme |
WHO: Hank McCoy and Raven Darkholme
WHAT: Hank's new in town.
WHEN: 02.12.2012
WHERE: Outside
RATING: PG-13, as far as I can predict.
The first thing he noticed was that one side of his face was entirely warmer than the other.
Next was a building pressure raging on right behind his eyes where even the slightest shifts would send harsh, sharp pains coursing through his head. Hank laid there for a moment trying to get everything to slow down or ease away but had little luck so finally, after what seemed like forever, he barely opened his eyes. Naturally, sunlight flooded in and caused him to instantly close them again. “Something‘s gone wrong. Horribly wrong.” He muttered out, his voice rasp from non use. His free hand began to rub at his temple until he felt like he could make another attempt, this time managing to keep his eyes open.
What he saw was confusing to say the least.
He was apparently outside, far away from his lab and the Xavier mansion. It appeared to be someone‘s backyard, un-mowed and average looking. There was a shed off to his left, decaying bricks scattered in front of it. Sluggishly, and with a lot of effort than what he felt he had in him, Hank got to his feet. Swaying slightly, it took him a moment to balance himself but once he felt steady, his attention shifted to what he had been clutching in his other hand. It was a syringe, more than that it was his cure. Blue eyes stare critically, the itch in the tips of his fingers to inject himself right that very moment starting strong -- but no. When one finds themselves woken in a strange place with no memory of how they got there, it’s imperative that the issue first get sorted out. He’s waited nineteen years, he can wait a few more hours.
Hank swallowed thickly, a lack of taste and dryness clinging to his tongue and to the roof of his mouth. Still holding the syringe tightly, Hank stretched upwards for a moment, rolling his neck and feeling the knots firm up. He had to figure where exactly he was before he could figure how exactly he got there. The brunette started to move towards the gate, looking down at the key to his future. He didn’t even see the girl step right in front of him right as he pushed through the fence and to the sidewalk. They collided, not too rough but enough to make Hank take a step backward and lose his footing, falling unceremoniously on his butt.
“Forgive me, I’m terribly sorry,” He started instantly, more focused on trying to straighten himself out than who he bumped into. “I really should have been paying attention to where I was going.”