Jarod watches Graham enter the room, remove his clothes, drip blood on the floor and go to the shower, but he doesn't move. He doesn't want to leave his safe corner.
The water slides over his feathers, and the wings disappear and he almost staggers back with the loss of weight, instead sinking down to sit on the floor.
He's not getting up, not leaving the shower, until the blood's all gone. Most of it was on his clothing, and his wings, but he ducks his head under the spray with his eyes closed, and waits for the water to run clear.
As soon as it does, he gets up, grabs a towel, and slings it over his hair before stepping out into the room.
He's not tapping his head on the wall anymore, but when he speaks, it's all mumbled. "...locked... wasn't bad... locked in... left alone... didn't do anything... wouldn't... wouldn't let... let me out... locked... locked... "
"Nobody told me... just sent me away... didn't want to be sent away... didn't want to be locked in... alone...
...Raziel unlocked the door... told me to stay... should've told me before... don't send me away... Bar sent me away... locked me in... sent me away... sent me away..."
"I didn't want to be down there, but just asking me to go upstairs would've been fine. I don't like being locked away, Graham. They did that to me... " And he shudders violently just at the thought.
He's found something that will mark the wall and now he's drawing images of a little boy locked in a tiny room with nothing at all, not even his clothes.
It's been several hours - by several, we mean twelve to fifteen, maybe more - Jarod has been singing and drawing on the wall. It's gone from one simple drawing of a little boy locked in a small room to a series of drawings that depict a series of events. The images are all in great detail, almost to the point of recognition - ie: if Mr. Raines were to walk through the door, Graham might be able to recognize him from the detail in Jarod's drawings.
The little boy locked in the small room. The little boy huddled and shaking in the corner of the room. The little boy being dragged from the room, fighting as much as he can, which is hard because he hasn't had anything to eat for days. The little boy being put in another room, this one with a big metal table and lots of machines that look like monsters to someone so young and afraid. The little boy being hooked up to the machines by wires that look like snakes and tentacles to someone so young and afraid. Then there is a piece of the series that looks like a big flash or an explosion, but inside the flash is a lightly traced word - PAIN. The next image shows the little boy being carried to his room, because he's no longer conscious after the experiment or 'test'. The next is the little boy awake, but curled in the corner, hands covering his head to keep the 'badness' out, but it won't go away, as indicated by the 'monsters' looming around the room.
Jarod is still singing as he continues to draw, to add to the series, continuing with what happens after the monsters in his room. The images don't get any happier.
At the moment, Jarod isn't really able to communicate verbally; he's regressed to a point where the song and the drawings are all he can do. The drawings probably tell more than anything else he could do; they're an explanation of why locking him in was a very bad idea. And while Stephen may have unlocked the door - by then, it was too late. The damage was done; it happened the moment Jarod was moved without his consent or permission. While to most people, this wouldn't have been a problem, to Jarod, it was a horrible violation of his freedom. He escaped the Centre to be free of people making him do things he didn't want to do. Sending him off without warning, while it may have been safe, gave him the sense of being back at the Centre, locked away for not doing what they wanted, the way they wanted. At that point, nothing was going to help. Not even Graham.
What will help now? It's hard to say. Have to wait and see.
He frowns, watching Jarod. It's breaking his heart, that there's nothing he can do - Jarod won't talk to him, won't come out for him, won't stop singing that damned song, and it's scaring Graham.
He whispers to him, "I'm going downstairs, Jarod, to talk to the barman."
And so, out he goes (http://www.livejournal.com/community/otherways/350824.html?thread=17138280#t17138280).
His outer calm really doesn't reflect his inner rage. It's.... Not Good.
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"I'm sorry I couldn't come to you."
And then he sheds his clothes, the wings on his back making the job difficult, and steps into the shower, leaning with his forehead against the wall.
"Are you okay, Jarod? You can come in and join me, if you'd like. I'd enjoy the company."
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The water slides over his feathers, and the wings disappear and he almost staggers back with the loss of weight, instead sinking down to sit on the floor.
"Please?"
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As soon as it does, he gets up, grabs a towel, and slings it over his hair before stepping out into the room.
"Jarod, what's the matter?"
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He's on his knees with Jarod under the table in a heartbeat, with his arms around him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry - there were dangerous people, dangerous things downstairs, but I didn't know you were locked in."
He kisses Jarod's hair, kisses his cheek.
"Shh, you weren't bad, the bar was keeping you safe."
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...Raziel unlocked the door... told me to stay... should've told me before... don't send me away... Bar sent me away... locked me in... sent me away... sent me away..."
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He curls around him.
"You wouldn't have wanted to be downstairs. It would have been worse than being alone."
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"I didn't want to be down there, but just asking me to go upstairs would've been fine. I don't like being locked away, Graham. They did that to me... " And he shudders violently just at the thought.
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"I know, Jarod. But those things down there - I don't think there was time to ask. She was just being safe."
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"It was safer, I swear to you. None of that blood was mine, Jarod."
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"Jarod, you're not trapped anymore. Please come out from under the table. Look-" he points, "the door's open."
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He's an Avon Representative. What's he supposed to do?
"Jarod, love, please?"
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"Please, come out from under the table. Just come to bed with me, and we'll go downstairs, go out to the lake tomorrow. It might even be snowing."
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He's found something that will mark the wall and now he's drawing images of a little boy locked in a tiny room with nothing at all, not even his clothes.
And he sings again:
"Cree craw toad foot / Geese walk barefoot..."
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"Love?"
He reaches out, and then climbs under with him.
"Jarod, please don't mark the walls."
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and Geese walk bare foot / Kri kra toad's foot."
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The little boy locked in the small room.
The little boy huddled and shaking in the corner of the room.
The little boy being dragged from the room, fighting as much as he can, which is hard because he hasn't had anything to eat for days.
The little boy being put in another room, this one with a big metal table and lots of machines that look like monsters to someone so young and afraid.
The little boy being hooked up to the machines by wires that look like snakes and tentacles to someone so young and afraid.
Then there is a piece of the series that looks like a big flash or an explosion, but inside the flash is a lightly traced word - PAIN.
The next image shows the little boy being carried to his room, because he's no longer conscious after the experiment or 'test'.
The next is the little boy awake, but curled in the corner, hands covering his head to keep the 'badness' out, but it won't go away, as indicated by the 'monsters' looming around the room.
Jarod is still singing as he continues to draw, to add to the series, continuing with what happens after the monsters in his room. The images don't get any happier.
At the moment, Jarod isn't really able to communicate verbally; he's regressed to a point where the song and the drawings are all he can do. The drawings probably tell more than anything else he could do; they're an explanation of why locking him in was a very bad idea. And while Stephen may have unlocked the door - by then, it was too late. The damage was done; it happened the moment Jarod was moved without his consent or permission. While to most people, this wouldn't have been a problem, to Jarod, it was a horrible violation of his freedom. He escaped the Centre to be free of people making him do things he didn't want to do. Sending him off without warning, while it may have been safe, gave him the sense of being back at the Centre, locked away for not doing what they wanted, the way they wanted. At that point, nothing was going to help. Not even Graham.
What will help now? It's hard to say. Have to wait and see.
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He whispers to him, "I'm going downstairs, Jarod, to talk to the barman."
And so, out he goes (http://www.livejournal.com/community/otherways/350824.html?thread=17138280#t17138280).
His outer calm really doesn't reflect his inner rage. It's.... Not Good.