i_jest Down and out (Narrative, open) [backdated to the beating]
Everything hurt.
How long had he been laying here?
Forever, maybe.
He hadn't been able to move. There was definitely something broken. Something... but what? Ribs? An arm? A leg? His face? His face was certainly broken.
Jack hadn't recieved a beating like that in a long time. Well, ever.
Usually people didn't beat him up. They just carted him off to Arkham. They threw him in a cell. Sure, there was some rough treatment, but nothing like this. Part of him was warned away from the Maxine girl. Never to touch her again. Never even look at her wrong again. But the rest of him wanted revenge. He was angry that a stupid girl could get him bloodied.
Fuck her.
He'd find a way.
Maybe he couldn't get back at that man directly. There was no way he could fight him. And with his funky word power, it would take a miracle to shoot him. Or do anything else. There was a little hope. Maybe he could be sneaky. Sly. Catch the man off guard. Jesse. Jesse. He could ... something.
At the very least, he could find Maxine again. The pink haired girl.
Of course, right now, he had to try to pick himself up out of this pool of his own drying blood and get fixed up.
From: [info]i_thwip Date: 03/01/2006 16:07:12
Panoramic wasn’t the word for The City. Being an amalgamation of so many places that Parker had been and couldn’t have dreamed, The City was something that deserved its own word. Perhaps, he staked, that was why it didn’t have a name. A name would at least give evidence of who founded this place. Bakerville or Thomaspolis but this place had no name. It was simply The City. Parker could spend his entire lifetime taking shots. Only, the Daily Planet wasn’t buying. J. Johan Jameson would at least humor him. He couldn’t get past the receptionist as an independent here. He was told to check the gold book if he wanted to be a freelancer in this city.
Parker didn’t have anywhere to go. He’d been staying with Aunt May since finding her. This was good because there was no chance he could have met rent this month. He’d made out doing a few family portraits but studios got paid. Fifty bucks made the costume. It was nice to have that. It was familiar. It felt good on. Parker turned pointlessly to where the roads get darker and statues are common.
Time lapsed but soon he saw something far too familiar. He saw blood. Parker ran to the man’s side.
“DON’T MOVE. LET ME HELP YOU UP.”
From: [info]i_jest Date: 03/03/2006 12:19:41
Jack struggled to see the voice through the fog of blood.
He laughed a little, but it hurt and came out more cough-like. Which was likely a good thing.
"C-can't anyway..." Jack wheezed.
His face was swelling and it was causing his eyes to swell shut. He couldn't really see anything.
"H-he he-he kicked my ass."
From: [info]i_thwip Date: 03/03/2006 21:58:05
Parker kneeled. Backpack thrown off and he dug out his extra pair of clothes. The brilliant red costume made a cameo for a moment but it was shoved back in. Parker ripped up his shirt for bleeding control. Free hand went to accessing his mobile phone.
“WHO DID THIS TO YOU?”
This mattered most of all to him. Soon, someone would pick up from the tap-dance on the phone. Parker quickly looked around but found them alone. Soon, his role wouldn’t just be to a basic life support member but a revenging member of society. Ring.
From: [info]i_jest Date: 03/03/2006 22:07:44
"Je-Jesse..." Fucker. He'd get his. What was his last name? Oh crap. Jack had forgotten to get it.
"Ow."
Jack looked at the phone. "Whya callin?"
So it was a strange question to ask at a time like this. He was bleeding after all. But all he needed was for the kid to be calling Batman. Then the Batfuck would show up and know who Jack was and happily cart him off somewhere.
From: [info]i_thwip Date: 03/03/2006 22:20:17
Jesse. Our assailant had a name. It wasn’t even a very original name as far as history went for assailants. In many regards, that calmed Peter. He wasn’t in the mood to go chasing some latex crazy tonight who was leaving blood-smeared people in their wake.
”AMBUlANCE,” he answered as though the man had asked who he was calling, ”THEY’LL TAKE YOU TO A HOSPITAL AND GET YOU BETTER.”
Simple times called for simple words. The man didn’t stink of alcohol but that didn’t rule it out considering his location. By the second ring there was a voice on the receiver, Peter drew the phone closer to his ear.
”MY NAME IS PETER PARKER, I NEED A EMS.”
From: [info]i_jest Date: 03/03/2006 22:22:54
Jack struggled up and grasped Peter.
"You. You can't let them take me there." His bloody hand reached to grip Peter's collar. "The-they'll keep me."
Being in hospitals freaked Jack out. They liked to drug him in hospitals. Tie him up and hold him down. "Treat" him.
"P-Please..."
From: [info]i_thwip Date: 03/03/2006 22:29:29
There certainly was a pause. Mr. Broken couldn’t return back home. May wouldn’t suit well with that. Peter found himself gritting his teeth. He did not like the situation but this was what he did.
”FALSE ALARM. I’M DEEPLY SORRY.”
Click. Buzz. Mobile phone slipped into Peter’s side pocket. Chest filled and he let out a great sigh. He played hero.
”WHERE DO YOU STAY?”
From: [info]i_jest Date: 03/03/2006 22:31:30
"Few blocks." Jack grinned. As best he could. "Big warehouse."
He pointed. "Go that way. Then take a left. Then a right. Then you'll see a big red door. That's my door."
Should he, or should he not let Peter know about Bud and Lou?
"I have dogs."
From: [info]i_thwip Date: 03/03/2006 22:35:42
Mr. Broken’s arm went over Parker’s shoulder. His arm went around his waist. They would waltz together. That’s how this dance would play. Together, they lifted.
”DOGS. CHARMING. I’VE ALWAYS BEEN A DOG PERSON. NOT REALLY. I WAS BITTEN AS A CHILD.”
This would be a journey for them both.
From: [info]i_jest Date: 03/03/2006 22:40:18
This time he did manage to giggle. Was it at Peter's pain, or the fact that Bud and Lou were less dogs and more... vicious wild animals? Either way, it was pretty fuckin funny.
"Where's a wagon when you need one?" He asked, as he stumbled in the direction of home. It took a lot longer than he hoped. What with his inability to really walk. It was likely less than an hour's worth of travel, but it felt like a day. By the time Jack could see his big red door, he felt like falling over.
"That's it." He pointed.
From: [info]i_thwip Date: 03/03/2006 22:45:05
Parker propped Mr. Broken against the door and adjusted the backpack strap on his shoulder. Jesse. Night was still young. Chances are the fellow was still out causing trouble.
”YOU GOT IT FROM HERE?”
Parker leaned in a bit, a hand on Mr. Broken’s shoulder. He wasn’t fond on the idea of entering the house with the man broke or not.
From: [info]i_jest Date: 03/03/2006 22:48:20
"I'll be fine. Thanks." Jack started to fiddle with the giant lock on the door and heard the sound of the boys on the other side. Soft growls, sniffing sounds and laughter. Eerie, unnatural laughter.
He grinned at Peter.
"Name's Jack, by the way. Thanks for helping a guy out, Peter."
He felt better already now that he was home. He could just collapse in his bed and forget about the world for a day or so.
From: [info]i_thwip Date: 03/03/2006 22:54:26
Jack Broken obtained a smile from Parker.
His hands went to the straps. This was his trade. There wasn’t a need for welcomes or other passive statements of that sort. No, this hadn’t been some sort of distraction of his day. This had been exactly what he’d been looking for. It’s why he turned down the roads he turned down.
He took his smile and when he could, he got into that costume and got air.