Dec 07, 2005 18:36
He's grateful just to have made it home, in the state he's in. He's patched up his shoulder as best he can with the way he's shaking.
Still wounded and twitching, no longer covered in insects or their blood but still shaking, he curls up in the space on the wall next to the bed and whimpers.
jules,
joker,
rosie
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"Tom?" She spots him, folded in on himself between bed and wall and he looks terrible. She approaches slowly, hands held out slightly as if in supplication, or as though to placate a frightened animal. "Darling, what happened?" she asks him, voice soothing. If she can keep him talking, maybe she can help with the shock.
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I'm logging off soon, but I'll be back in the morning. This by no means means i want to discontinue the RP we have in your journal, which I'm already loving, by the way.))
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Meanwhile, when Tom comes around, he's going to find out whomever gave the fear gas to the Joker and murder them.
This family just got very bloody, didn't it? ))
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