Jesse Custer (cowboy_god) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-01-01 23:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | in arkham, jesse custer, veronica mars |
Days of Daze. (Narritive - can be open)
He was wearing a scarf.
It was a scarf that he'd been wearing the whole time he'd been here. It seemed wrong. He was pretty sure that he wasn't a scarf kind of guy. But he couldn't really recall much. His world was hazy in his memory. There were some really big things that kept popping into his brain, but he wasn't sure about them.
He kept thinking that he was God. But he had no abilities. No powers. But he was so sure that there had been something like that in his life. That he'd been able to do things and help people. He had this very watery memory of some hideously shaped thing, that he was the hideously shaped thing as well as it being an entity in and of itself. When he mumbled these thoughts at the nurses and doctors, they only smiled at him. The kind of smile that made him feel like a child. Like they were humoring him. It made him angry, but he couldn't really get angry enough to do or say anything about it. It was a strange, passing sort of anger.
And the goddamned scarf. Most of the time, he just sort of ignored it. It was plain black. It was soft. It hung around his neck in a single loop, both tails over his chest. It wasn't a particularly significant scarf, he didn't think. But when he tried to take it off, he couldn't. It just wouldn't come off. Sometimes as he was doing it, he forgot what he was doing. Other times, he would tug and tug and tug and nothing would get it to loosen. The only time this was really annoying was when he went to shower. The orderlies never said anything about it, that he seemed to want to never take this scarf off, but he had a feeling it wasn't normal to do that. To shower in a scarf.
He'd heard them once, actually, when they thought he wasn't near, they'd said "The guy thinks he's God and won't take that scarf off even when he showers. Why do you think he's in here?"
Jesse was allowed to wander around with the others now. Before he hadn't been. He couldn't be sure what changed, but he was glad to be out of the room, glad to be out of the restraints. He remembered those. He remembered how aggravating it was and how helpless he'd felt. They were gone now. Nobody put them on him anymore, even when he was in his room.
Right now he was on his way to the commons. They had a television in there. It was more often than not on a channel that played a lot of cartoons. He liked that. He liked when the lady came around with the snack cart, too, and he got to have crackers and juice. Or sometimes, every once in a while, cookies and milk. Those were really good days.