OOC | first memory.
He's floating. Supported, but weightless. There's something covering his mouth and nose: he can smell rubber, blood, the recycled stink of his breathing. Mostly, he can smell the pain.
The pain is everywhere. It runs over his skin in waves. Throbs deep in his bones, his gut, his head. Everything hurts. As he rises through the layers of consciousness, the pain rises with him. He moves his arms, his legs, trying to get away from it, but the movements make it worse. His fingertips graze over something smooth and flat in front of him, a wall of some kind. He balls his fists, feels the familiar push inside his forearms, and lashes out at the wall, throwing himself forward at the same time.
Everything explodes.
Liquid flows over his skin in a rush. Something inside him catches and tears and he struggles for a moment, agony ratcheting through his chest and down his spine, then pulls himself free. His feet hit a floor and he stands, wet, cold, full of pain and a high, white rage.
He reaches up and pulls off whatever it was that has been covering his face. Throws it aside. Takes a breath.
There are five humans in the room. One of them is female. One of them has cancer of the liver. The room is large. Metal and stone predominate. The liquid drying on his skin contains a number of chemicals.
The humans are very, very scared. This seems right to him. They are the source of his pain, and now he is free.
He darts suddenly forward, running over wet glass and cold tiles. Grabs a handful of fabric and pulls it sharply backwards, onto his other fist. The red copper reek of blood fills his nose. It flows over his hand and splatters his stomach, his thighs, wet and heavy and scaldingly hot.
He pushes aside the dying woman, turns, throws out his arm. More blood, pattering over his face and shoulders. A body falls against his side, and is gone. He raises his head, turning to where the scents of the remaining humans are strongest. One of them has a gun. One of them is crying.
The air is cool and forgiving against his skin as he lunges towards them.
[ooc: scent/touch memory taken from implied events in Marvel Comics Presents: Wolverine #72, example here.]
The pain is everywhere. It runs over his skin in waves. Throbs deep in his bones, his gut, his head. Everything hurts. As he rises through the layers of consciousness, the pain rises with him. He moves his arms, his legs, trying to get away from it, but the movements make it worse. His fingertips graze over something smooth and flat in front of him, a wall of some kind. He balls his fists, feels the familiar push inside his forearms, and lashes out at the wall, throwing himself forward at the same time.
Everything explodes.
Liquid flows over his skin in a rush. Something inside him catches and tears and he struggles for a moment, agony ratcheting through his chest and down his spine, then pulls himself free. His feet hit a floor and he stands, wet, cold, full of pain and a high, white rage.
He reaches up and pulls off whatever it was that has been covering his face. Throws it aside. Takes a breath.
There are five humans in the room. One of them is female. One of them has cancer of the liver. The room is large. Metal and stone predominate. The liquid drying on his skin contains a number of chemicals.
The humans are very, very scared. This seems right to him. They are the source of his pain, and now he is free.
He darts suddenly forward, running over wet glass and cold tiles. Grabs a handful of fabric and pulls it sharply backwards, onto his other fist. The red copper reek of blood fills his nose. It flows over his hand and splatters his stomach, his thighs, wet and heavy and scaldingly hot.
He pushes aside the dying woman, turns, throws out his arm. More blood, pattering over his face and shoulders. A body falls against his side, and is gone. He raises his head, turning to where the scents of the remaining humans are strongest. One of them has a gun. One of them is crying.
The air is cool and forgiving against his skin as he lunges towards them.
[ooc: scent/touch memory taken from implied events in Marvel Comics Presents: Wolverine #72, example here.]
