and the day has come where I have died

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WHO: BOB REYNOLDS and YOU! Visitors or patients or staff.
WHERE: Norman Osborn Hospital of Psychiatric Evaluation
WHEN: Monday (21st) - Friday (25th)
WARNINGS: Not much; expected mental illness mentions.
SUMMARY: Bob has left Avengers Mansion to take a break in a hospital, cold turkey.
FORMAT: Whatever.


It had been several days, now. Bob wasn't keeping track, really, they passed all the same, quiet and lonely and peaceful. Only Samson had been given forewarning for his "leave of absence" but since Bob had come here he had felt a cool weight lifted from him. The building that had created such anxiety within him before was just a building, and now that Samson was here Bob didn't worry that this building might hurt him. He didn't have to leave his room if he didn't want; he got a bed and a bookshelf and a glass wall that outlooked the hallway, which unsettled his sense of privacy but felt better, maybe, than being boxed in completely. He read newspapers and books and did jigsaw puzzles, adjusting to what it felt like again to sleep and eat and reside in an average, nothing special body.

He was just Robert Reynolds, here. Not the Sentry; his costume was gone in favor of something baggy and white, his muscles and shoulder length hair gone with it. Just Robert. Yes; a break, maybe, was exactly what he needed to feel like himself again.

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[ Jake couldn't share the smile, he dropped himself onto the chair opposite Bob, forearms resting on the table. ]

What are you doin' here, Bob?

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I'm doing a puzzle. [ He pauses, realizing that was evasive, and puts another piece in. ] Taking a break, actually. Dr. Samson said it might be a good idea.

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[ Jake sighed, reaching for a bit of the puzzle himself and idly toying with it. ] May be a good idea, but this ain't the place for it.

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Why? [ He distracts himself with another puzzle piece, pushing the finished portions a little closer to Jake for ease; he turns the picture on the box cover a little as well. ] Everyone says this is the only one out there for [ He pauses. ] people like us.

I wanted some place strong enough to hold me.

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[ Jake's brows tighten a little but he can't deny the implication, and he busies himself with trying to find a match to the puzzle piece he plucked up. ] That's the thing, they can hold you, and God knows what else.

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That's a good thing, isn't it?

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It could turn to a bad thing real fast.

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I'm not sure I see how. I need a place that can hold me.

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You have no idea what else they could do to you.

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Maybe. I'm not sure, I think...

[ Okay are we doin' this? I think we're doing this. ]

Hey, man, I'm alive,
I'm taking each day and night at a time,
I'm feeling like a Monday but someday I'll be Saturday night.

[lunartics]

[ Jake goes very still, gawking at Bob for a moment, and he intends to speak (to ask Bob if he was feeling okay) and what comes out instead makes his face even more pale ]

Hey, my name is Jake, where did I go wrong?
My life's a bargain basement, all the good shit's gone,
I just can't hold a job, where do I belong?
I'm sleeping in my car, my dreams move on.

[ oh. ]