Chaucer's, Late Tuesday Night

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff sprints ahead of his friends and gets the alley door open.

"Bring him in here, there's a couch, and we won't have to go upstairs."

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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[With her arm around Marty, she helps him inside]

Let's get is shirt off.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff helps Marty ease onto the couch, then assist CJ with removing Marty's shirt.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Geoff, Do you have any tape? Bandages? Cloth? We really need to wrap this.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff hesitates, then nods. "I'll be right back." He runs off into the interior of the shop.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Guys," Shane murmurs as she slips in through the open shop door. "How's he doing?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

They're broken. He's already bruising.



((ooc:and if he doesn't show up, he's going to get the full on writing talents of CJ-mun))

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Fuck," she sighs as she steps into the shop and closes the door. She crosses over to the couch, unzipping her hoodie and slipping it off as she goes. "Should we take him to a doctor?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Yes. But they aren't getting any more broken, and I'm in the mood for a chat with Mr. Blank here. We'll bandage while I talk.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Talk about what." Marty says sullenly.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

You Mr. Blank. You made me swear..I don't appreciate that at all.

AND, Marty You've now made an outright liar of me. I spun for you. Said you were on a path of redemption. You had reformed. A fucking bar fight isn't reformed Marty. It's stupid.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty rubs his head. Great. More people he's let down.

"Sometimes punishment needs to be involved." Marty mutters.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She begins wrapping his ribs delicately, her touch betraying her words]

No Marty. It doesn't. If you want penance, I can help yoou with that. You don't need to drag other students into a damn bar fight. What's your problem? Troubles at home? Well, shit. Join the club. You don't have to provoke Miss Lehane. She's clearly better than you anyhow. Stick to guns Marty. You and your moral flexibility do better at a distance. I don't know why I bother caring about you damn kids. You're all crazy wild animals hellbent on destroying each other...[and the words just don't stop until he's completely bandaged]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty snorts.

"Like adults are any better? Us kids didn't start this "hellbent destruction" we've just evolved from it. What's the fucking point anymore?"

[OOC: Okay... I'll be packing it in now as the Mun has bags under his eyes and needs to get up in about five hours. Can we pick this up tomorrow? Because quite frankly Marty never gets enough time to hang out with CJ, Chaucer and Shane. *gives puppy dog eyes*]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

The point, Marty, is that the hellbent destruction that adults condone is social, where as you guys are personal. The personal is political, Marty. The fucking point is finding balance. A zen. A harmony. A fucking PEACE...[she's got the strangest way of conveying an idea of peace]...the point is...[sighs]...Marty, the point is that there are poeople who always think you can do better. Be better. I'm one of them.


((TOTALLY...go. Sleep!))

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"So am I," Shane adds quietly. Her calm but weary green eyes study his battered face carefully. "We saw too much and we knew too much to keep going the way we were going. Bringing more grief into the world... what's the fucking point of that, man? When we've already lived so much of it?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty looks at Shane and CJ and shakes his head.

"Doesn't seem to matter which path I choose because I end up bringing grief to everyone around me. What's the fucking point of that? Everything I'v touched lately has just turned to shit. So the point? I'm really not seeing it anymore."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

From across the room, where he's been watching the exchange, Geoff says quiety,"Marty, there are few situations in the world that are so bad they justify wanting to get yourself killed."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Gee Ms. Cregg. You really think so? Gosh I'll remember that the next time Ash's desk falls apart on its own." Marty says sarcastically.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Do that, Marty. And keep it in mind, too, when Ash askes to see you naked. The point is trying Marty...I didn't say we did it all the time. [she ties on a bandage with more force than before]

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff comes quickly back into the room. He's in the process of tearing a sheet into long strips.

"Will this do?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Perfect Geoff. Thank you. [She takes the strips and begins laying them out neatly]

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Guys? Marty went here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/28247.html?thread=1036631#t1036631). Without us.]

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Mun is amused at the fact that Shane, CJ & Geoff have been bandaging someone who isn't there.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[Sorry. Assumed CJ was walking Marty to the clinic.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((Hell no...live with your hard earned pain, man!))