Bruce Banner (
greenisnteasy) wrote in
kore_logs2013-02-02 08:59 pm
if you could only see the beast you've made of me
Who: Crazy Bruce Banner, YOU!, and whoever he's hallucinating.
What: Bruce stumbling around town, hiding from his hallucinations, with occasional moments of lucidity.
Where: Around town.
When: Various points on Day 37. I'll work out timeline stuff, you just tag in and let the fun/terribleness roll.
Warnings: Child abuse and father issues for father-related hallucinations. Violence and attacking people, including a few women. See here for more information.
Bruce twists his head around so fast to check what he thinks he sees in the corner of his eye, that he trips and stumbles forward, landing on his hands and knees. There's no one there -- not Blonsky, and not his father, either -- but he doesn't feel any less attacked. His head hurts, pounding at the temples, from the noise in his own mind. His voice, the Hulk's voice, the pressure of the drugs; it all swirls around until Bruce isn't sure of anything he's seeing.
He's not sure of himself, either, but he hasn't been sure of himself for a long time. His eyes, at least, he's had an okay relationship with, up until now.
In some part of his mind, he knows he's seeing things, but the fear and the panic take over, and the urge to run, to hide becomes too much to fight. It's coming over him again even now, and he pushes himself to his feet to stumble forward again, slowly gaining his balance until he's half walking, half running.
What: Bruce stumbling around town, hiding from his hallucinations, with occasional moments of lucidity.
Where: Around town.
When: Various points on Day 37. I'll work out timeline stuff, you just tag in and let the fun/terribleness roll.
Warnings: Child abuse and father issues for father-related hallucinations. Violence and attacking people, including a few women. See here for more information.
Bruce twists his head around so fast to check what he thinks he sees in the corner of his eye, that he trips and stumbles forward, landing on his hands and knees. There's no one there -- not Blonsky, and not his father, either -- but he doesn't feel any less attacked. His head hurts, pounding at the temples, from the noise in his own mind. His voice, the Hulk's voice, the pressure of the drugs; it all swirls around until Bruce isn't sure of anything he's seeing.
He's not sure of himself, either, but he hasn't been sure of himself for a long time. His eyes, at least, he's had an okay relationship with, up until now.
In some part of his mind, he knows he's seeing things, but the fear and the panic take over, and the urge to run, to hide becomes too much to fight. It's coming over him again even now, and he pushes himself to his feet to stumble forward again, slowly gaining his balance until he's half walking, half running.

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"Seriously? What is your problem?" She was around 85% certain he wasn't a demon... well alright, 77%, there was still room for doubt. And if the guy wasn't working for Crowley then she had no logical reason for why he was attacking her - aside from the craziness, or the fact she's a demon.
"Alright... officially over this now..." She thrusts her hand forward, attempting to use some of that demon magic to fling him away from her.
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"Please," he murmurs, his body curling up. "Please don't do this anymore. I'm not a monster. I'm not. You are."
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She still isn't entirely sure what his deal is. Although, she's beginning to suspect he's just nuts. She's had a lot of experience with the nutty kind. "Wanna tell me why you're attacking people if you're not a monster?"
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"He's hurt me too much. I'm not going to let him do it again."
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She gives him a nudge with her foot. "Seriously... get up."
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He does push himself up, and slowly the fear that'd crippled him dissipates.
"I don't... I thought I was attacking..." He glances up at her, and then finishes, "someone else." Slowly, he pushes himself up to his feet.
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She's still pretty pissed at being randomly jumped but the guy is obviously three crayons short of a pencil case. Ugh. There would've been a time when she would've gutted him on principle. She must be going soft in her old age...