Well, you see, I keep getting stopped on the street by policemen yelling at me for being truant and telling me to go back to school. [ because he dresses in uniform... ]
You're super fashionable, so I thought maybe you can pick something out for me?
Oh? Yeah, of course. I'm the last one who's gonna let 'em send you to school here. [ imagine the education. ] What kinda clothes would you like to wear? Let's start with that.
[ Hanako goes !!! the same way any kid brightens up when their cool older sibling invites them anywhere. I never did find him a cute outfit, but he's got his drug dealer jacket on and the sheer utility of it makes it one of his favorites already ]
Sure! Did you have a game you're looking for? Mostly I've just been watching Ryuki play the chicken one.
[ she's coming quickly to visit hanako with a plastic bag of Things in hand. wherever he might be hanging out or resting, she will nyoom to go and check in on him. jolyne looks anxious when she comes to see him because what the ever-loving fuck. ]
[ The little lilt at the end of his name the first time makes his shoulders tense, the actual question that follows causing them to slump as he breathes a shaky breath out from between his teeth.
But it's Jolyne, so he does his best to smile for her and wave at her from where he is in the park. Just sitting on a bench where he can feel the sunlight on the back of his neck and stare out into the water. ]
[ oh... buddy. she'll just have a seat with a bit of space between them there on the bench, glancing over at him with a soft tilt of her head. her eyes regard him with a quiet worry. ]
[ Ryuki carried Hanako off to the hospital immediately after trial, but it only took another hour or two for the drug to wear off and for Hanako to regain consciousness again. He looks fine, now, IV drip attached to his wrist that he keeps trying to pull his sleeves down over. He's still not used to a physical body... did you know, you have to feed and take care of bodies... ]
[ welcome to physical bodies 101! jolyne is coming in for a visit with a little visitor sticker on it that just says "jojo." she's got a plastic baggie over her arm as well that crinkles enticingly what could it be! ]
Hey, there.
Up for a visitor? Don't wanna overwhelm you, but I wanted to say hi and check in on you.
[ Crinkles... he hopes it's donuts. it's probably bc of donuts he has an IV though, nobody told him he can't survive off donuts, he needs fruits and veggies and water and whatever too. ]
Yeah! I've already been caught trying to sneak off once, so they're not going to let me out for a couple more hours...
[ well it's definitely a new week and jolyne is trying to walk around with caution, keeping her eyes peeled for any fuckin' rogue comic book panels because what a joke! she's not some cartoon you can just flash memories of whenever you want!
unfortunately, one memory (4:08 start time to the end) literally punches itself straight through the comic panel as she's about to say hi to hanako. and you know, she'd cover his eyes, but it's kind of impossible when she's literally being jerked back into that terrifying moment, the heat of the meteors, the feeling of glass under her knees, the pain, pain, pain.
she's a little speechless, with her fingers just curled into her palms. it's a testament to her durability, sure, to how she'll do whatever it takes, but seeing it again...
sometimes opening the box where you keep your trauma really sucks! like how you realize, you had to change so quickly, so so quickly, from that girl staring out through your jail cell bars at the moon. ]
[ me, literally choosing this one on purpose: this is so violent
If Hanako could have smashed that panel into pieces he would've done so in an instant, not even before the first punch connected with Jolyne's (his) side, but before that: when her stand breaks the man's foot, when that pure unadulterated rage courses through him driving the urge to kill—-
He's killed so so many times now, but never like this, never fighting for his life. Terrified for his life. Pain he understands. Pain he knows so much of. But the sheer intensity of it...
Five minutes feels like a lifetime, especially with no agency to flee, and by the time the memory snaps closed with a shut, he's curled in on himself, sobbing. ]
[ she's immediately on him the moment he curls in on himself. the memory is violent, and jolyne swears she can still smell the sting of blood, westwood's fetid breath, the snap of stone free as it retreated back into her tired body, rebuilding what it siphoned out to fight with. she can't help it. she had to live, she had to live so badly—for emporio, for her father... for everyone.
her hand comes to rest on his back, to guide him close if he allows her. ]
Hana... Hanako... Come here. Come here, hush... it's okay... it's over. He's... he's not here anymore, okay?
[ is it okay? is it really? her hand is trembling a little anyways. ]
[ He was delighted, initially, to find that he has little bat wings this week, but they quickly became a pain in the ass. He can't control them at all, and they wouldn't even hold his weight if he could, so they just keep trying to flap underneath his shirt and it's soooooooooooo itchy, help ]
[ jolyne in contrast is holes today, with thin, bright blue strings inside. there is just void beyond that. they fleck her cheeks a little, but mostly they're on her hands. ]
... your back? Oh... [ watching these wings just flap under his shirt so they're just thrashing lumps. help. ] Oh. You got a pair, didn't you. [ from this very strange weekly effect.... ]
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w2, tuesday
Heeeeey! Jolyne!
[ hello hi ]
If you got a couple minutes, I need your opinion on something.
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[ she'll offer him an easy smile, the mice are so important right now... she will always have time for them... ]
Yeah, of course I got time. What's up?
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Well, you see, I keep getting stopped on the street by policemen yelling at me for being truant and telling me to go back to school. [ because he dresses in uniform... ]
You're super fashionable, so I thought maybe you can pick something out for me?
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Oh? Yeah, of course. I'm the last one who's gonna let 'em send you to school here. [ imagine the education. ] What kinda clothes would you like to wear? Let's start with that.
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w3, monday
[ she's giving him a wave whenever she happens to see him, already dressed up for a day downtown. ]
There are some stores downtown with games in them, all kinds, I hear.
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Sure! Did you have a game you're looking for? Mostly I've just been watching Ryuki play the chicken one.
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w3, thursday
Hanako? Hanako... want some company...?
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But it's Jolyne, so he does his best to smile for her and wave at her from where he is in the park. Just sitting on a bench where he can feel the sunlight on the back of his neck and stare out into the water. ]
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What's on your mind?
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w3, saturday
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Hey, there.
Up for a visitor? Don't wanna overwhelm you, but I wanted to say hi and check in on you.
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Yeah! I've already been caught trying to sneak off once, so they're not going to let me out for a couple more hours...
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w4, monday or tuesday take your pick
unfortunately, one memory (4:08 start time to the end) literally punches itself straight through the comic panel as she's about to say hi to hanako. and you know, she'd cover his eyes, but it's kind of impossible when she's literally being jerked back into that terrifying moment, the heat of the meteors, the feeling of glass under her knees, the pain, pain, pain.
she's a little speechless, with her fingers just curled into her palms. it's a testament to her durability, sure, to how she'll do whatever it takes, but seeing it again...
sometimes opening the box where you keep your trauma really sucks! like how you realize, you had to change so quickly, so so quickly, from that girl staring out through your jail cell bars at the moon. ]
tuesday bc this is going to take him out
If Hanako could have smashed that panel into pieces he would've done so in an instant, not even before the first punch connected with Jolyne's (his) side, but before that: when her stand breaks the man's foot, when that pure unadulterated rage courses through him driving the urge to kill—-
He's killed so so many times now, but never like this, never fighting for his life. Terrified for his life. Pain he understands. Pain he knows so much of. But the sheer intensity of it...
Five minutes feels like a lifetime, especially with no agency to flee, and by the time the memory snaps closed with a shut, he's curled in on himself, sobbing. ]
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her hand comes to rest on his back, to guide him close if he allows her. ]
Hana... Hanako... Come here. Come here, hush... it's okay... it's over. He's... he's not here anymore, okay?
[ is it okay? is it really? her hand is trembling a little anyways. ]
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w5, monday
Why are they all dead...?
[ WHY IS IT JUST HALLOWEEN SKELETONS WHO DID THIS ]
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[ coming over with ice cream in hand for them. she pauses at the first display. ]
Someone had a lot of time on their hands... didn't they?
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Yeah. They didn't even get proper skeletons. Look at that one: they gave the elephant long nose bones, and boney ears too.
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w6, monday
[ He was delighted, initially, to find that he has little bat wings this week, but they quickly became a pain in the ass. He can't control them at all, and they wouldn't even hold his weight if he could, so they just keep trying to flap underneath his shirt and it's soooooooooooo itchy, help ]
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[ jolyne in contrast is holes today, with thin, bright blue strings inside. there is just void beyond that. they fleck her cheeks a little, but mostly they're on her hands. ]
... your back? Oh... [ watching these wings just flap under his shirt so they're just thrashing lumps. help. ] Oh. You got a pair, didn't you. [ from this very strange weekly effect.... ]
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Yeah, but I can't even fly with them. I fell off my bed trying this morning! What's the point!?
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w7, monday
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...They were my fault. With Vane.
[ and Danny but fuck Danny ]
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