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thisavrou_log2015-11-23 11:35 am
hyperkinesia) wrote in thisavrou_log2015-11-23 11:35 am
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( open ) my hands will stain the seas scarlet
Who: Bruce Banner and anyone!
When: A few days after the planet's destruction, once Bruce wakes up.
Where: The cage in the cargo hold.
What: Bruce's coming to grips with the fact that the destruction of the planet is his fault, hiding away in his cage while fully expecting people to come by. Some to blame him, others to say that it's not his fault - neither will really help.
Warnings: Bruce-flavored angst? Dry heaving. Probably a very brief and vague suicidal thought here or there. Nothing much otherwise.
(PS: I am STILL open to people tagging him at the event log, by the way - should anyone be wondering.)
His eyes open into an alarmingly sharp sight.
There's no confusion, no moment of laziness or feeling of rest. It's as if he just blinked - and now he's there again. Except he knows it wasn't just a blink, it wasn't just sleeping either. The memories are as sharp as his sight, and they assault him almost instantly. Screams, cracks, people's faces, yelling, crying, afraid - even the angry ones, even the fighters, they're all scared, all screaming, running. Nothing stops the monster. He just keeps going, and all Bruce sees is those massive green fists, crushing one statue after the other, shards of glass breaking off and spreading all around, a whole planet crumbling down in front of his eyes - and him, trapped on the inside, helpless to do anything.
Everything assaults him at once, his insides twisting and making him sick. He rushes to a corner and doubles over, heaving out air and spit but nothing else comes, his stomach empty.
He wishes his mind were empty too - but no such luck.
Standing up is a struggle. His head is light, and the weight of his body makes his weak knees shake. He feels dizzy all over again, but he tries to keep himself upright for a little longer, back to the wall. He looks around, studying the cage. It's an impressive work, even more so than the one that SHIELD had built, and he can't help but mentally congratulate the team who put it together, especially in such a short time.
The fact that he's locked up doesn't bother him in the least; it's probably for the best, anyway. The Hulk hadn't really fought the confines of the prison, he knows that much - he'd been brought in still frozen, and the moment he thawed, he relinquished control back to Bruce. But he knows that it would likely have held the monster, and frankly Bruce prefers being here rather than anywhere else. At least he doesn't have to face anyone yet.
Left somewhere in the cage, he eventually finds clothes, a pair of plain trousers and a sweatshirt, looking much like pajamas. Funny, someone must've told the crew that the monster was a man - or the man was a monster. People from his world, maybe, or the unsuspecting woman who had watched him turn. Regardless, he just grabs the clothes and puts them on, the warmth of the fabric offering no comfort whatsoever.
Eventually he curls up on the mattress, keeping the covers tight around his shoulders, back facing away from where people could come by and see him. He's not planning to ignore anyone - he knows eventually he'll have to face the consequences of what the monster did - but he's not about to strike up conversation. If people just want to come by and see him, look at him like an animal in a cage and nothing more, then let them. It'd be a relief if he didn't have to actually open his mouth and talk anytime soon.
When: A few days after the planet's destruction, once Bruce wakes up.
Where: The cage in the cargo hold.
What: Bruce's coming to grips with the fact that the destruction of the planet is his fault, hiding away in his cage while fully expecting people to come by. Some to blame him, others to say that it's not his fault - neither will really help.
Warnings: Bruce-flavored angst? Dry heaving. Probably a very brief and vague suicidal thought here or there. Nothing much otherwise.
(PS: I am STILL open to people tagging him at the event log, by the way - should anyone be wondering.)
His eyes open into an alarmingly sharp sight.
There's no confusion, no moment of laziness or feeling of rest. It's as if he just blinked - and now he's there again. Except he knows it wasn't just a blink, it wasn't just sleeping either. The memories are as sharp as his sight, and they assault him almost instantly. Screams, cracks, people's faces, yelling, crying, afraid - even the angry ones, even the fighters, they're all scared, all screaming, running. Nothing stops the monster. He just keeps going, and all Bruce sees is those massive green fists, crushing one statue after the other, shards of glass breaking off and spreading all around, a whole planet crumbling down in front of his eyes - and him, trapped on the inside, helpless to do anything.
Everything assaults him at once, his insides twisting and making him sick. He rushes to a corner and doubles over, heaving out air and spit but nothing else comes, his stomach empty.
He wishes his mind were empty too - but no such luck.
Standing up is a struggle. His head is light, and the weight of his body makes his weak knees shake. He feels dizzy all over again, but he tries to keep himself upright for a little longer, back to the wall. He looks around, studying the cage. It's an impressive work, even more so than the one that SHIELD had built, and he can't help but mentally congratulate the team who put it together, especially in such a short time.
The fact that he's locked up doesn't bother him in the least; it's probably for the best, anyway. The Hulk hadn't really fought the confines of the prison, he knows that much - he'd been brought in still frozen, and the moment he thawed, he relinquished control back to Bruce. But he knows that it would likely have held the monster, and frankly Bruce prefers being here rather than anywhere else. At least he doesn't have to face anyone yet.
Left somewhere in the cage, he eventually finds clothes, a pair of plain trousers and a sweatshirt, looking much like pajamas. Funny, someone must've told the crew that the monster was a man - or the man was a monster. People from his world, maybe, or the unsuspecting woman who had watched him turn. Regardless, he just grabs the clothes and puts them on, the warmth of the fabric offering no comfort whatsoever.
Eventually he curls up on the mattress, keeping the covers tight around his shoulders, back facing away from where people could come by and see him. He's not planning to ignore anyone - he knows eventually he'll have to face the consequences of what the monster did - but he's not about to strike up conversation. If people just want to come by and see him, look at him like an animal in a cage and nothing more, then let them. It'd be a relief if he didn't have to actually open his mouth and talk anytime soon.
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Eggsy wishes, right then, that he'd found another way to make his point. He hadn't thought about any of that, and now that they're talking about Tony, he realizes he hasn't seen him around in a while.
"He's Ironman, yeah? If he was on that planet, I'm sure he'd be okay."
He tries to give him a light, reassuring smile, but he's probably failed at it.
"I just meant that you don't have to tell me anythin' cause I know about you in the same way I knew about him. From a movie. That I got the basics, so I don't have any questions. I only want to know what you wanna tell me."
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"You did?" He looks surprised, even more so when Eggsy mentions a movie. And he talks about that movie in a way that makes it clear he knows a lot about Bruce. Probably a whole lot more than he'd ever care to share with anyone. "Ah."
Great, that's just what he needs to know. That in some world out there, the tragedies of his whole life story serve as pure entertainment.
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Eggsy frowns a little. Superhero movies were alright, he'd half-watched them with his mates, and while he does have the gist of what the Hulk is, he doesn't know so much. He just wants to give Bruce an out if he wants that.
"I'm more into the classic films, yeah?" He's mucking it up, like usual, but it's hard not to know Bruce's face when the movie makers have the superhero stuff pasted up everywhere. "You ever seen My Fair Lady?"
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It's no one's fault, really. He doesn't like it, sure, but he knows there's nothing anyone can do about it. He's real here, he's real in his world, but he can wrap his head around the fact that he can be, and is, fictional in some other world out there. With some difficulty and reluctance, but still.
"I have," he answers, an eyebrow arching in a faint attempt at amusement as he looks at Eggsy. "I wouldn't have thought you'd like it."
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Which makes sense, he gets that, but he wouldn't be him if he didn't tease and make it seem like a big deal.
"Shouldn't be judgin' a book by it's cover."
Eggsy grins at Bruce, already feeling like maybe they could be okay. If they kept on with the way the are now, anyways. Time would do a lot for two people in their situation, and he hoped they'd be given that.
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He can't help the smile. It's a nice thought, though. And Eggsy's right with what he says next too: shouldn't be making assumptions about other people just by looking at them.
"Fair enough. Sorry. I'll know better next time."
It's a weak attempt at lightening the mood, but Eggsy does seem a little more cheerful, and Bruce's always been good at masking the weight on his shoulders, the weight inside him. It'll be difficult at first, but he'll try, at least. If nothing else, because Eggsy asked him to.
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Eggsy's smile fades a little, and he comes up on his knees by the cage wall.
"Cause I'll have to admit it's botherin' me some that you're all locked up."
He kind of hated that the man was in there, even if it had been or was still necessary.
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Not anymore, at least. The first day or two, sure, the doors had been firmly locked. But then, he wasn't exactly in a good enough condition to get up, let alone go back to his room, or his routine.
"I just want to be here for a little while longer."
Until he's sure that people have had the time to cope with all that happened, even if only minimally, and that having him walking around the ship won't stir up any unpleasant emotions or unwanted reactions.
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Eggsy pushes on the walls, then drops his hand to his side. If Bruce didn't want out, he certainly couldn't make him.
"If you had a bed or a couch, I'd totally come in and hang out, but, yeah."
He stands up, slouching against the cage, blinking a few times.
"Gonna go lay down for a bit, but I'll come back, yeah? If you want me to."
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But he smiles at Eggsy, grateful that he even considered sticking around just so he wouldn't be alone.
"You do look like you need some rest." Like he can talk. He looks like shit. "Alright. I'll see you later."