Entry tags:

!complete, matt murdock (daredevil)

Who: Matt Murdock daredevil
What: Discomfort in The Fog
When: Backdated; During The Silent Hill Plot
Where: Street Outside Matt's Office Building
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: None
Status: Completed/Narrative

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Fog felt wet to Matt Murdock. He hated it. Everything about it. Walking in it, standing in it, feeling it drift over his skin, his clothes, his hair; it was more intolerable to him than standing in a pouring rain. There was something soothing about being outside during a downpour. It was as if he were present while the world was being cleansed. Matt could honestly say he loved taking walks in the rain and he didn't care a bit if people wanted to say he didn't have any sense to his name for not knowing enough to stay inside during a storm.

In his opinion, all the people wandering around Orange County in the terrible fog were the crazy ones.

His suit felt sodden down from the unnatural weather; Matt wasn't certain why his skin was crawling constantly but it was as if some sixth sense was telling him to get inside where it was safe. Contrary to popular belief, Matt had no sixth sense to call on to make up for his lack of sight. He was simply a blind man trying to get by in a sighted world. No one was very understanding of his situation though people always tried.

It was the same way people tried to soothe those who had experienced a loss. They tried to say all the right things yet had no basis for comparison to work from unless they too had experienced a loss. Matt never took it personally. He was used to the way people treated him because he'd never been treated any differently. Sometimes he wondered what his life would be like if he'd been born with sight. Would he feel differently in the fog? Would he hate walking in the rain? Would he miss seeing the sunshine too much to be able to enjoy how it felt on his face?

Matt felt too overwhelmed to stay outside on the street suddenly.

No one had approached him.

Nothing had happened to make him think he was in danger or he should worry for his safety.

Not one single thing had actually happened to him to make him want to bolt for the nearest building to get inside, get safe, get away from the feeling of being out in the fog.

The fact remained Matt wanted out and he wanted out of it immediately. His hand shook as he took his cell phone out of his pocket to discover it wasn't working for some unknown reason. That meant no calling a cab. There was a coffee shop two stores down from where he was standing waiting on the bus. They were open. Matt could hear the sounds of people moving around inside the building and smell the coffee---though it had a darker scent than usual making him think it was somehow not good.

Matt knew the bus would be arriving within the next eleven minutes. He knew the exact time it would arrive because he took the same bus every day after work. There was no reason he should go into the coffee shop to ask to use their phone for a cab. Sensibly, Matt knew what to expect, when to expect it, and how it would happen.

Knowing all of that didn't stop Matt from putting his phone away to snap open his cane -as if it could protect him- using it to shuffle carefully to the coffee shop where a phone was waiting to call a cab to take him home.

Matt didn't know why he felt the way he did in the fog, but he was absolutely certain he was not going out in it again. Once he got home? That would be it.

This would be one of Orange County's strange weather events he'd be checking out of from right then forward.