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May. 3rd, 2011 06:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's been nearly a week, and all Jason can say for the passage of time is that his hand isn't quite as swollen anymore.
It's still swollen enough, though, to prevent him doing just about everything he enjoys. He can't grapple gun his way through the trees, can't do most of what they practice in gymnastics (though he will, by god, and sooner than anyone thinks he should), he can't swim in Bucky's class, can't...enjoy the attentions of his girlfriend with quite the same enthusiasm. At least he can drive his fucking go-kart now that his knee's no longer the size of a bowling ball.
His life, while much improved from the endless minutes he'd spent underground, kind of sucks, a pale comparison to what he wants it to be, and when he reaches for the Compound door for the billionth time with the wrong hand, he very nearly breaks the other one punching it. With a huff, Jason settles down on the bottom step, face set in grim determination not to show how much that punch had fucking hurt.
It's still swollen enough, though, to prevent him doing just about everything he enjoys. He can't grapple gun his way through the trees, can't do most of what they practice in gymnastics (though he will, by god, and sooner than anyone thinks he should), he can't swim in Bucky's class, can't...enjoy the attentions of his girlfriend with quite the same enthusiasm. At least he can drive his fucking go-kart now that his knee's no longer the size of a bowling ball.
His life, while much improved from the endless minutes he'd spent underground, kind of sucks, a pale comparison to what he wants it to be, and when he reaches for the Compound door for the billionth time with the wrong hand, he very nearly breaks the other one punching it. With a huff, Jason settles down on the bottom step, face set in grim determination not to show how much that punch had fucking hurt.
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Date: 2011-05-04 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-06 07:18 am (UTC)Breaking his hand may be an awful thing, but she's determined to help him make the best of it, if she can.
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Date: 2011-05-06 09:39 pm (UTC)"This place is really mean," he blurts. "If it does something to you, I'll help you, okay? Just tell me."
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Date: 2011-05-06 11:57 pm (UTC)She nods only slightly in response, and is silent for a moment before speaking again.
"Do you remember what we spoke about before? At the rave?"
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Date: 2011-05-07 11:04 pm (UTC)"The party or something?"
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Date: 2011-05-09 03:51 am (UTC)"No, silly," she replies, her expression beginning to break into a smile, "More... parties in general and your apparent dislike of them."
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Date: 2011-05-10 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-11 07:07 am (UTC)She quite likes that element of parties. Most times, she'll pretend to be someone else, if only in her head. Some grand duchess from an exotic country far away, someone with closets upon closets of beautiful, expensive dresses instead of just the few she owns.
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Date: 2011-05-11 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-12 07:05 am (UTC)Somehow, she can't imagine Jason as a small boy in a tiny suit. She hasn't known him very long yet, but it seems as though he's always been how he is now, as untrue as Grace knows that must be.
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Date: 2011-05-12 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-13 06:53 am (UTC)She doesn't know why she hadn't thought of it sooner. It's perfect, really. A party without so many drugs-- even while she herself had been on a pill, she'd noticed that he didn't seem particularly excited about the idea of it-- and with all of his friends. It'll be lovely.