I'm Broken, Bruised, Forgotten, Sore (Locked to Friendlys)
(OOC: Follows off this thread, same dayish, so -- yeah, backdated like whoa. "Locked to Friendlys" basically means I think he's broken enough, so only those willing to give him hugs and such should tag, okay?)
In an alleyway next to the Conrad hotel, a figure sits, hunched in on itself and shaking hard. Buckets of rain are pouring on its head, and a cold wind is blowing through the alley. Most people are keeping their distance, naturally. But if any of them cared to go over and listen, they could hear whimpering and perhaps snatches of phrases like "don't want another operation" from him. Chicago, if you ever wondered what Doc was like before Andrew nearly killed him and jumpstarted his memory a bit -- well, here's your chance to find out.
He's managed to make a journal entry, and reply a bit, but he's so caught up in terror and pain that he's not quite coherent. Mostly he just sits there, shaking and whimpering. Somebody want to try and unbreak the poor terrified Changeling?
In an alleyway next to the Conrad hotel, a figure sits, hunched in on itself and shaking hard. Buckets of rain are pouring on its head, and a cold wind is blowing through the alley. Most people are keeping their distance, naturally. But if any of them cared to go over and listen, they could hear whimpering and perhaps snatches of phrases like "don't want another operation" from him. Chicago, if you ever wondered what Doc was like before Andrew nearly killed him and jumpstarted his memory a bit -- well, here's your chance to find out.
He's managed to make a journal entry, and reply a bit, but he's so caught up in terror and pain that he's not quite coherent. Mostly he just sits there, shaking and whimpering. Somebody want to try and unbreak the poor terrified Changeling?