Theo Crawford (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sanctus_dei) wrote2010-05-23 09:17 pm
sanctus_dei) wrote2010-05-23 09:17 pm
8th Resurrection - This is Getting Old.
[Well, Theo was done. He had enough of Mayfield.
He woke up in the hospital with only a vague recollection of what had happened. He was released the next day, bandaged, bruised and defeated. And by "released" I mean he fought with the drone doctors and nurses and left when they weren't looking. Without his magic, Theo was nothing. Just a skinny, short, weak teenager trapped in this hideous excuse for an afterlife. Without being able to cast, he wasn't himself. he was just... some shell. Empty and useless.
Feeling sorry for himself, and not wanting to put up with his drone wife in this state, he's just going to drag himself around town for god knows how long. Maybe forever. He won't mention how his head injuries have him a bit confused and muddled. He never got the hang of navigating this town in the first place, but he's too proud to admit he's lost.
At least this will give him time to think. And plot a way to kill the Captain. Since when was that guy made of steel?!
TL;DR - Theo's wandering the town with blunt head trauma, looking like he got hit in the face with a truck. He's confused, irritable and lost. Maybe he wandered into your house mistaking it for his, maybe he bumped into you not even seeing you, maybe he accidentally threw a finished cigarette at you while sitting looking despondent on a park bench. Feel free to poke/point and laugh at/shoo away/kindly help your resident necromancer/crankypants.]
He woke up in the hospital with only a vague recollection of what had happened. He was released the next day, bandaged, bruised and defeated. And by "released" I mean he fought with the drone doctors and nurses and left when they weren't looking. Without his magic, Theo was nothing. Just a skinny, short, weak teenager trapped in this hideous excuse for an afterlife. Without being able to cast, he wasn't himself. he was just... some shell. Empty and useless.
Feeling sorry for himself, and not wanting to put up with his drone wife in this state, he's just going to drag himself around town for god knows how long. Maybe forever. He won't mention how his head injuries have him a bit confused and muddled. He never got the hang of navigating this town in the first place, but he's too proud to admit he's lost.
At least this will give him time to think. And plot a way to kill the Captain. Since when was that guy made of steel?!
TL;DR - Theo's wandering the town with blunt head trauma, looking like he got hit in the face with a truck. He's confused, irritable and lost. Maybe he wandered into your house mistaking it for his, maybe he bumped into you not even seeing you, maybe he accidentally threw a finished cigarette at you while sitting looking despondent on a park bench. Feel free to poke/point and laugh at/shoo away/kindly help your resident necromancer/crankypants.]
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You can tell me how the hell to get back to... Brady Street.
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...don't make great company.
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