everybody's talkin'
Characters: Josh Foley & Open
Date&Time: Late morning, September 10
Setting: The big fancy entryway
Summary: The Magic Hands have arrived. Hide yo wife.
Rating: probably safe, unless he gets really lucky
Status: OPEN
"Keep in touch, asshole."
The words rang in Josh's ears as he stood in front of the very big, very old house, watching the dust settle as his older brother disappeared back down the driveway like a bat out of hell. He couldn't really blame him; after all, who would want to spend their last days of summer break driving their kid brother to some cushy estate outside the city? Josh had told him it was a prep school, which hadn't been much better than the truth, but he found it hard to say, "Oh, and by the way, some English guy showed up at the house and told mom and dad that I could help save the world because - get this - I'm a freak who can heal people."
Yeah, that would have gone over great. He could vividly imagine the bruises on his arms that would've come from a game of, "One for being a freak, two for flinching," that would have disappeared just as quickly, thanks to his ability. Just the excuse his brothers would have needed to keep pummeling him.
Picking up his suitcase, he finally turned to face the door. Part of him figured he should knock, or ring the bell, the way his mother would insist. But she wasn't here with him; hell, she'd hardly been able to look at him since Duncan had told them about what he'd done. His "gift" as the professor had called it, although so far Josh was having a hard time seeing it that way. After all, what the hell kind of gift made people afraid to even look at you?
Feeling defiant, he tested the doorknob, easily swinging the door wide open. With a satisfied smirk, he strode in, and dropped his suitcase in the middle of the entry way.
"Hey, where is everybody?" he called. "Don't you know this is no way to welcome the new guy?"
Date&Time: Late morning, September 10
Setting: The big fancy entryway
Summary: The Magic Hands have arrived. Hide yo wife.
Rating: probably safe, unless he gets really lucky
Status: OPEN
"Keep in touch, asshole."
The words rang in Josh's ears as he stood in front of the very big, very old house, watching the dust settle as his older brother disappeared back down the driveway like a bat out of hell. He couldn't really blame him; after all, who would want to spend their last days of summer break driving their kid brother to some cushy estate outside the city? Josh had told him it was a prep school, which hadn't been much better than the truth, but he found it hard to say, "Oh, and by the way, some English guy showed up at the house and told mom and dad that I could help save the world because - get this - I'm a freak who can heal people."
Yeah, that would have gone over great. He could vividly imagine the bruises on his arms that would've come from a game of, "One for being a freak, two for flinching," that would have disappeared just as quickly, thanks to his ability. Just the excuse his brothers would have needed to keep pummeling him.
Picking up his suitcase, he finally turned to face the door. Part of him figured he should knock, or ring the bell, the way his mother would insist. But she wasn't here with him; hell, she'd hardly been able to look at him since Duncan had told them about what he'd done. His "gift" as the professor had called it, although so far Josh was having a hard time seeing it that way. After all, what the hell kind of gift made people afraid to even look at you?
Feeling defiant, he tested the doorknob, easily swinging the door wide open. With a satisfied smirk, he strode in, and dropped his suitcase in the middle of the entry way.
"Hey, where is everybody?" he called. "Don't you know this is no way to welcome the new guy?"