Were it not for the slight tremble in his hands, it would've been easy to mistake Jamie for a corpse. He was sitting with his back against the wall on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, one leg curled under him, the other extended outwards. Combined with the fact that he was slumped over, it gave him the overall impression of a broken marionette, like his strings had been cut and he'd just fallen there, long forgotten by any puppeteer.
He wasn't sure that that wasn't exactly what had happened. But, then again, he wasn't sure of anything anymore. He wasn't sure how long it had been since he'd woken up screaming. He wasn't sure how long it had taken him to finally stop. He wasn't sure how he'd ended up in the bathroom. He wasn't sure why he was on the floor. He wasn't sure why his eyes hurt or when he had become so pale. And, when he finally lifted his head and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the floor-length mirror opposite him, of the tattoo that hadn't been there when he went to sleep, he wasn't sure why he'd thought he'd see anything else.
"'You're gonna bear this mark forever,'" he muttered, voice barely audible as he stared blankly in front of him, watching some other Jamie Madrox quote a man they would never meet. "'Might as well make your peace with it.'"
Post timed for the wee hours of the morning of March 7th. Jamie has just received his
item: a large, black 'M' tattoo around his right eye as depicted in the above icon. Dialog comes from X-Men #206 by Mike Carey. Title is a Chuck Palahniuk quote.