[Earthquake] Scene: Daryan and Miles in "Morphine's a hell of a drug"

Jul 15, 2008 22:12



Daryan: *Daryan strolls into Eldoon's clinic on Wednesday afternoon after reading Miles's post about being shot and decided that he has to see the prosecutor all drugged up since if it is like how he typed that entry, it would be pretty damn hilarious to see. He doesn't know if Edgeworth is actually at Eldoon's but he figured two things:* Daryan: *A. Franziska never mentioned going to another hospital to see him and going back here to see Adrian and B. It's the only hospital that he knows of. So if he's wrong, he'll try another place.*

Miles: *In his room, a drugged to the gills Edgeworth wonders somewhere inside him whether he should have indicated a list of restrictions on his visitors. The thought is brief and he goes back to attempting to understand Passions, which actually makes quite a bit more sense on painkillers*

Daryan: *Daryan looks into each of the patient rooms, looking for Edgeworth until he finally spots the man laying in his bed, watching TV.* Jackpot. *Daryan then walks into the room* You know, usually when a bullet is coming towards ya, you're supposed to not get hit by it, man.

Miles: *he turns his eyes but not his head, as that takes far more effort. He can only see a black and white pomp, and it takes him a couple of seconds of silence to realize who's even speaking to him* You... re that punk. *he says, low and slightly confused*

Daryan: *Daryan's slightly offended that Miles doesn't even bother to address him by name* Yeah, nice to see you too. *Daryan then moves in closer and takes an apple on Edgeworth's food tray.*

Miles: *with a sigh* Why're you here? *he's more or less unable to prevent the wholesale theft of his food, given that he's immobilized at the moment*

Daryan: What? The guy that's datin' your sister can't pay a visit? I heard you got shot and thought you'd be kickin' the bucket soon. *Daryan takes a bite of the apple* Speaking of which, can I have your car when you go? I mean, I'd have to repaint it, of course. But hey, free car, man.

Miles: *the anger and irritation overwhelms the morphine for a moment* D-dammit... I'm not going to die. *through gritted teeth* In what universe is that appropriate to say to someone...

Daryan: *Daryan throws his hands up in a defensive posistion* Chill, Cravat. I was only joking. I know you're not going to die. The car probably has a stick shift drive and I hate those anyway.

Miles: It is. *he wishes like nothing else in the world that he could lift his arm and massage his temples to stave off the headache... that is not going to come on because he's too full of drugs. He decides to stop caring* You would have repainted it some hideous color anyway.

Daryan: Yeah, like chili red or even worse, just blue. Man, after that whole disaster with your car being painted in that color, getting shot is like nothing to you, man! Hahahaha! *Daryan continues to laugh for a couple of more seconds before wiping a tear away from his eyes*

Miles: *sulkily* God, you're such a... I take it you came through the earthquake unscathed.

Daryan: *Daryan takes another bite of the apple* You bet. Even got to help clean up the streets, but I wanted to swing by here first, man. Got another person staying here, though I figured you'd want to go to some richboy hospital where you helped pay a wing or somethin'.

Miles: *frowns* No... no, I'm not that wealthy. Took a few extended vacations... without leave. Besides, I had assumed no one would bother me here.

Daryan: *Daryan smirks* Well, you assumed wrong, Edgedork. *Daryan then looks at the TV playing Passions* What the hell are you watching, man?

Miles: Soap opera. Passions. *distantly* I think that orangutan is a nurse.

Daryan: Soap operas? That's for girls, man. I think there's a Shield marathon on another channel. *Daryan grabs the remote for Edgeworth's bed and starts pushing a button.*

Miles: *he stiffens as the legs start to slowly elevate, setting off a twinge of pain that reverberates even past the painkillers* Ah.. nngg stop!!

Daryan: *Daryan tries to restrain himself from laughing by keeping his mouth closed, but it's not working really well as he pushes the button to set Edgeworth's legs back down* All right, all right, just keep your IV on.

Miles: Why am I being tormented...? What the hell did I ever do?

Daryan: Oh stop your whining, the bed thing was a honest mistake!

Miles: F-fine... *groans* Mister Crescend, have you ever been shot?

Daryan: Nope. But I've got my hands mangled, beaten up a bunch of times, whipped by Franziska, been hit by a football thrown by Marshall, and that guy can throw a mean ball, but never shot.

Miles: When I get out of this, I'll shoot you. We'll see how much you whine then. *glowering*

Daryan: *Daryan then tenses up.* Then, Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth...You better make sure of two things...

Daryan: *Daryan raises his index finger* Number one, that you make sure you get caught and go to jail. *Daryan sticks out his middle finger* Number two, you better make damn sure that when you shoot me, I die. I don't care if you screw up that first one, but you better hope for your sake that you follow that second one, man.

Miles: *stiffly* Defeats the purpose of the object lesson if you don't live to know how painful it is. *he seems a bit discombobulated, though*

Daryan: I wouldn't worry too much about teaching me a lesson. *Daryan walks over to stand in front of the TV* In fact, how are you sure that I'm not really here, man? Maybe it's the drugs messin' with your head.

Miles: *the thought hadn't occurred to him until that very moment* W-what, wait, why would I hallucinate you!? *there's some doubt in his voice, though*

Daryan: *Daryan shrugs his shoulders* That's for you to find out, not my problem. You could just be talking to yourself right now..*Daryan then unplugs the TV and picks it up* while some maintence guy takes away your TV to get it checked out, man.

Miles: *frowns* That's... ridiculous... *but he looks around a bit suspiciously and lowers his voice*

Daryan: Well, you can think about it for awhile. I'm sure you'll have plenty of time without this thing *Daryan taps the TV with a finger before heading out* Later, Edgediva and thanks for the apple.*

Daryan: *Daryan then walks out of the room and down the corridor before stopping at a door that reads "Maintenance" and sets the TV down. He pulls out a pen and mini notebook from his pocket and writes down the number of the room Miles is in and the words "Please fix" before ripping out the paper and putting it on the TV. He then leaves the clinic before anyone he knows spots him here.*

Miles: *blinks in confusion at where the TV used to be, sweeping his eyes slowly across the room. He moves his hand to the bed remote and lowers the head portion of the bed down with a dumbfounded look on his face* That's... ridiculous, it couldn't be... Or... *he clamps his eyes shut, deciding that perhaps it may be time for a nap*

scene, daryan is a jerk, earthquake

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