healerscross (healerscross) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-02-10 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | conall clancy, emily welling, ethan james, joelle cretti, player: amber, player: erin 2, player: jordan, player: sarah |
WHO: Ethan & NPC Noah James, Conall Clancy & Joelle Cretti (Maybe Emily Welling?) Conall first, though.
WHAT: Ethan’s friends come to the rescue.
WHEN: Dinner time Nov. 20th
WHERE: Ethan’s apartment
RATING: Mentions of blood.
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
Ethan had been feeling fine most of the day. Sure, he’d gone to use his force field as an example during one of the lessons, and it had flickered a bit unexpectedly, but Ethan had rationalized it as his own distractions, and not something to be too concerned about it. Instead, he’d picked up his son and gone home, just like any other day of the week.
Noah was a little wired of course, but not too bad. Ethan yelled at him, for what seemed liked the tenth time for throwing a ball in the house, and went to grab the boy by the arm as he passed by. What happened then, Ethan only had a moment to realize, was the worse thing that he could have imagined doing. The second his hand touched the boys skin, the scar Noah had gotten from falling off a bike while staying with his grandparents popped open, and the skin around it turned agitated and red. By the time Ethan pulled away from his son, several other small thin scratches on his arm had retorn, and oozed blood as if Ethan had taken a knife to the poor boy.
Noah, scared and in pain, immediately through himself to the ground. Ethan ran to get a towel, to put around the boys arm. He should try and mend it, he should try and use his power to take away the boys pain, but it was precisely the power that had caused it. It was how this whole thing had started.
“Daddy, owww.” The boy whined. Ethan felt horrible, and tears spilled from his sons eyes. How could he? He was unfit. He’d injured his own son, suddenly ripped open old injuries. He was suddenly glad that he hadn’t grabbed the arm that Noah had broken last summer. Ethan was still in shock as he tried to help his son, who kept flinching and trying to wiggle away from his touch. Ethan’s chest tightened. His son was afraid of him, wasn’t he?
Suddenly, panic overwhelmed him. Ethan had panic attacks on more than one occassion, ever since he was a small child, but it had been some time since one had been triggered. He knew that it wasn’t helping calm Noah down, but he couldn’t breath. He couldn’t focus. His breath came out in gasps as he quickly tried to text the people he trusted.