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muppet_thighs ([info]muppet_thighs) wrote in [info]tensor,
@ 2011-02-15 20:09:00

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Entry tags:jono_starsmore, josh_foley

Backdated to Feb 12, late afternoon [Josh]
Since he didn't need to sleep or eat, the powers evaluation had been almost immediately, much to Jono's relief. He wanted to figure out what happened and what was going on with his body. Optimism and hope were strong in Jono, but having your jaw blown off and burning away most of your chest cavity did not have a visible upside that he could fathom. He'd been in a daze on the plane, not awake but not asleep and hearing sounds and voices but sometimes feeling them too. Like they were stroking his hand or something. It was definitely weird. The UK branch of where they were sending him had bandaged him well and clothed him in layers that hid what was going on, so that stares were all for the strange boy in too many clothes for the weather who didn't take off his heavy coat on the nice warm plane.

In the Reyes Medical Center, Jono felt more exposed than if he'd been fully naked (which he had been at some point, but he must've started blocking things out of his memory), laying there on the table with a pair of scrubs pants barely clinging to his nonexistent hips, bare to the waist. His long fingered hands clutched handfuls of crumpled exam table paper and his psifire glowed like a cheerful campfire that just needed some weenies and mallows. Most of the gauze had been removed from the edges of burned skin but would be replaced when the exam was done. Jono certainly did not feel like he was missing his jaw and chest front, which explained why he kept trying to speak.

To be sure, the medical team had been incredibly thoughtful and respectful, to the point Jono was becoming suspicious. There was one last healer who was going to look at him, a powerful student who would be overseen by Dr. Reyes. She promised he would be bandaged back up, dressed, and feeling comfortable before he left, but he had no way of knowing if she would do so.

Throughout the exam Jono had tried to keep his eyes closed, because he didn't want to see people looking at him. Like he was different. Like he was an experiment. Like he was a freak. But a student, at the school he was going to go to... Jono scrimped an eye open. And tried that new way to talk he'd been taught.

His mindvoice was weak and reverberated rather like a bad 70s disco, but it was his voice. *A... Alright?*



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[info]fatedtouch
2011-02-17 10:01 am UTC (link)
"There was probably an agent or two escorting you over." They turned a corner and Josh pointed to a young man in a dark uniform. "That's agent Lensherr." He waved and the agent turned a smile on him and briefly waved back before resuming talking with one of the doctors. "The cadet force trains internationally, you don't have to worry about not getting in. If your host nation sponsors you, then S.H.I.E.L.D. will train you. Which is a luckier break than the rest of us. You can turn them down though, it's not a draft. Enlisting is completely voluntary."

He waved at another pair of uniformed agents. "It's a nice career though. Stable, good pay, just the right mix of exciting and unique to keep life interesting. Some agents travel more than others, but that's a whole different thing."

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[info]muppet_thighs
2011-02-17 10:09 am UTC (link)
Jono had never thought about what he wanted to be when he grew up because he'd just assumed he'd stay in London, get a McJob, and die at a relatively young age.

*I dunno wot I'll wanter do later,* he admitted. *But make money. Gotta support meself.*

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[info]fatedtouch
2011-02-17 10:24 am UTC (link)
"That's where Xavier's comes in handy," he replied with a small wink. "It dazzles on any resume. Alum employment rate is the highest in the country. And they start with higher end wage salaries. No matter what you choose, Jono, you're going to do alright. That much is practically guaranteed by your being here."

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[info]muppet_thighs
2011-02-17 10:29 am UTC (link)
It was a little weird, getting so much support and encouragement. Back in the UK he'd been given a good dose of reality, which was only fair, really. But now, it was like he could do anything.

Still Josh sounded a little too optimistic about Jono's future, but Jono just nodded. *Bet you'll be top shelf,* he said, a bit wistfully. *Top doctor, all th' way.*

They'd come to the entrance of the Center, and a car was waiting. It would take Jono back to the dorms so he could rest up, and find a list of his classes and the things the other people had bought him for school.

Getting up slowly, he looked shyly at them both. *Thank yeh,* he said, ducking his head in a bit of a nod. *Twas lovely o' yer.*

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[info]fatedtouch
2011-02-17 10:36 am UTC (link)
"Thanks," he replied in response to the compliment. When they reached the car, he shook Jono's hand. "You're welcome, Jono. It was nice meeting you. I'll tell Kevin and Santo to watch out for you. And I'm right down the hall if you need anything. Just ask Kevin, he'll show you."

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[info]muppet_thighs
2011-02-17 10:38 am UTC (link)
*A-Alroight. You get some rest now.*

He shook back and got into the car, clicking the belt. He nodded to the doctor and the healer, and then the car was off.

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