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I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors...

Apr 05, 2009 22:26

Day: 32

Characters: John Constantine [trenchcoatmagic], Nami [navigatornami]
Summary: John comes back to his cell after meeting with Ants. Nami stops by in order to go to another meeting.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Later Night
Status: Closed/Incomplete

( But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour and when I die I expect to find Him laughing )

† nami, † john constantine

Comments 13

navigatornami April 6 2009, 02:31:18 UTC

The day had started off in a rough way, what with waking up from a very long curse and drug induced nap that the doctors were oh so kind to give her. It was her own damn fault really, she knew that. If she could have just shut her mouth for one moment and settled down. If she would have just paid attention to Edgeworth or Jack or someone and calmed down. Something. But no, that snake faced freak had to step in afterword and her irrational side had to kick in and yell back ( ... )

navigatornami April 6 2009, 02:31:35 UTC

At least it was until she came closer to cell door one, and heard the retching sound of someone inside. The door having been left opened it was easy to hear, of course. The fact that as she stepped in cautiously, peeking in to see the man darting up to stand with a eye catching swiftness only to drop to his knees again, hand trying to rub off his lips, was alarming. This was not well at all! Had he had a therapy recently? Or was he not getting better?

“John!” she had gasped before even realizing she had said anything, dashing into the cell. Bare kneed, she dropped to the floor beside him, a hand reaching tentatively out to touch his shoulder. “Oh hell, are you alright?” Of course he wasn’t alright, was he, he was vomiting on the floor. Then again it was just vomiting, right? She tended to over react to that now a days, seeing as she knew how bad it could be. Even to this day her tummy felt as if she had razors living in it because of that therapy. Eating wasn’t made easy, so maybe that was all this was, but from the looks of it, ( ... )

trenchcoatmagic April 6 2009, 02:33:29 UTC

Panic and disorientation formed a growing cyclone in John's skull. He closed his eyes as his own thoughts, cluttered and frantic as they were, were louder than Nami's voice as she entered the room. He couldn't respond to her calling her, couldn't even make his mouth do anything but swallow, again and again, as if he could somehow reverse the past few minutes of his life and undo them. The swallowing didn't help at all; instead, it just refocused his attention from the mess in front of him to the mess that was no doubt inside of him.

They hadn't shown pictures of cancer lungs when John was in school; that was after his time. But he'd seen them later on, and anyway, he could imagine it, shriveling and thick and black and dying. His esophagus and his lungs hurt as he tried to breathe. Pretending that it was a curse or a demon taunting him was an escape; he knew how to deal with those, knew how to beat those ( ... )

navigatornami April 6 2009, 02:34:19 UTC

The feeling of the man pulling away from her hand like that wasn’t as bad as one might think. Sure she was a little bit concerned that he pulled away from her because he didn’t want to be touched, which was perfectly logical really. Or perhaps because she scared him, a reaction she herself had had when someone touched her in the middle of reliving her first therapy. Maybe it was anger, but the look he gave her and the sound of his voice gave a different tone. His pulling away didn’t upset her though, because she could completely understand the fact that she had just caught him off guard, throwing up, and by the looks of it, it wasn’t just something he ate ( ... )

trenchcoatmagic April 7 2009, 03:53:55 UTC

He chuckled to himself, a short and soft sound as he shook his head. "Should have figured that one myself." It had been clutching at straws to think that an easy smile would be enough to deter Nami. The girl had done her fair share of yelling over the intercom, more than her fair share. She was stubborn, alright. Almost as stubborn as John was ( ... )