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entrancelogs2014-05-18 11:49 am
hyperkinesia) wrote in entrancelogs2014-05-18 11:49 am
((OPEN)) Have you hugged your physicist today?
Who: Bruce Banner and YOU
Where: Library, kitchen, dining room, gardens, basement lab, etc. ANYWHERE.
When: From the 16th to the 19th, state your date!
Rating: I don't expect anything past PG
Summary: Bruce is seeking the comfort of simple physical contact. Arms brushing, hands holding, hugging, anything. It doesn't even matter if he knows you or if he's never seen you before. He craves for it so much he might not even notice he's doing it at first.
Note: I'm alright with both brackets and prose, pick your poison.
The Story:
[ It starts with nothing but a feeling, something itching at the far back of his mind, something that's entirely different from the kind of clawing and scratching he's normally used to. But he brushes it aside, he doesn't think much of it - not until he starts crossing paths with random people on the hallways and the gardens and finds himself reaching to touch strangers he's never even seen before.
Most times, he manages to draw back and rush away before actually doing anything. Other times he finds himself detouring just so he can brush his fingers against someone else's, or feel his arm bump lightly against theirs. But somehow it's only when he's alone that he starts to fully realize that something's happening. The mind is quick to make the association, though knowing that this might very well be one of these events doesn't really help him in stopping this craving for touch from happening.
So instead he starts seeking solitude. He hides in corners of the library, and he uses the kitchen and the dining room when there's no one else around. The rest of the time, he retreats to the lab and stays there, surrounded by what's as close to familiarity as he can get, and at least there if someone approaches him, it's people he's more comfortable with. Relatively speaking. ]
Where: Library, kitchen, dining room, gardens, basement lab, etc. ANYWHERE.
When: From the 16th to the 19th, state your date!
Rating: I don't expect anything past PG
Summary: Bruce is seeking the comfort of simple physical contact. Arms brushing, hands holding, hugging, anything. It doesn't even matter if he knows you or if he's never seen you before. He craves for it so much he might not even notice he's doing it at first.
Note: I'm alright with both brackets and prose, pick your poison.
The Story:
[ It starts with nothing but a feeling, something itching at the far back of his mind, something that's entirely different from the kind of clawing and scratching he's normally used to. But he brushes it aside, he doesn't think much of it - not until he starts crossing paths with random people on the hallways and the gardens and finds himself reaching to touch strangers he's never even seen before.
Most times, he manages to draw back and rush away before actually doing anything. Other times he finds himself detouring just so he can brush his fingers against someone else's, or feel his arm bump lightly against theirs. But somehow it's only when he's alone that he starts to fully realize that something's happening. The mind is quick to make the association, though knowing that this might very well be one of these events doesn't really help him in stopping this craving for touch from happening.
So instead he starts seeking solitude. He hides in corners of the library, and he uses the kitchen and the dining room when there's no one else around. The rest of the time, he retreats to the lab and stays there, surrounded by what's as close to familiarity as he can get, and at least there if someone approaches him, it's people he's more comfortable with. Relatively speaking. ]
16th [Have a confused puppy]
But his thoughts are interrupted. He's been so wrapped up in his own head that he didn't realise he'd walked right into the kitchen and smack into... someone. Hello, werewolf McCall. You should have noticed. Even if he wasn't paying attention, he has so many other senses that should have alerted him. Well, oops. Have a full-body collision with the teenage werewolf.]
Whoa! I--sorry! Are you okay?
[The dark haired teen stumbled back, looking up at Banner with big brown eyes. He couldn't quite get a read on this guy, but he didn't seem all that worrisome, even if everyone he met lately seemed to set off his danger-dar. He's really quite certain Wonderland broken his sense of danger because it was always going off.]
I wasn't... paying attention.
our muses need to stop meeting like this
When the teen walks right up and against him, Bruce doesn't see it coming in time to step aside, but at the same time he doesn't find himself jerking away as one normally would on instinct. He just takes one step back, two, his hands moving up to thoughtlessly rest over the guy's arms, in a gesture that seems to be intended to offer support. ]
That's fine. Are you alright?
Oh, but it's the most fun way to meet!
Yes, thank you werewolf senses. Now, they chose to do something constructive.]
Me? Yeah, I'm fine. [He smiles lightly, trying to sound reassuring.] I'm pretty tough. Besides, if I bruise [It'll just heal within seconds.] or anything, it's totally my fault for not paying attention.
I didn't interrupt your dinner time or something, did I? I was gonna make popcorn or something. Want any? [Because Banner might just be keeping Scott calm somehow. He can't explain it, but this guy just had that effect on the wolf right now.]
that it is
I hope you don't anyway. We didn't bump that hard at least, I think.
[ Normally he'd take his leave, and maybe if he'd been alone that would be the logical choice. But the moment he finds himself in close proximity to someone else, he can no longer control himself from seeking the relief that contact seems to offer him.
One of his hands drops, but the other stays on the guy's arm - a stranger, but Bruce doesn't seem to care that much. It's warm, it's comforting. ]
I was just getting myself a sandwich. [ Still, the prospect of spending some time with someone else is enough for him to drop any idea of rejecting the offer. ] I haven't had popcorn in a while.
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In all honesty, the invasiveness of his personal space is a completely common thing for Scott, so there wasn't even a moment of question as the touch lingered. Scott's smile turns to a happy, goofy grin when Bruce answers.]
Sandwiches and popcorn it is! Totally the best staples in any meal, right? I'm Scott, by the way. This place can get pretty rough, so y'know, making friends can be pretty hard sometimes. I hope me almost running you over didn't screw that up.
[He laughs lightly. And there goes that flair of protectiveness. He wanted to keep people safe. Bruce was now included in that protection, even if all they'd done is bumped into eachother.
Not that Banner actually needs his protection.]no subject
No, you didn't ruin anything. I'm Bruce, Bruce Banner, it's nice meeting you.
[ He lifts his other hand up and holds it out for a shake, not yet realizing how the way he seeks the comfort of touch is so strange and not at all like him. ]
Sandwiches and popcorn seems to me like an unusual mix, though.
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Nice to meet you too. [And the little brunette takes the offered hand, shaking Banner's in the greeting. If Scott knew him, it might have seemed off to him, but from his perspective, it just seemed completely normal.]
I'm sure they said that about peanut butter and jelly, too until someone tried it. [Okay, the two were nothing alike, but still. Scott can tell you a thing or two about unusual mixes. He's quite prone to them, actually.]
So, you like regular popcorn or kettle corn or caramel corn? I've seen all three around the kitchen. You do have caramel corn where you're from, right? [Scott might be dragging Bruce with him about the kitchen now as he rambles. With probably a bit more energy than a normal teen should have. But as it is, he's searching for the aforementioned boxes.]
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Still, he lets himself be dragged around gladly, unusually so keeping close to his company. ]
Yeah, we have caramel corn. [ He smiles at the oddly endearing question. ] I don't have a favorite, though, so whatever you prefer's fine by me.
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He stops at a cabinet and rifles through it until he pulls out a box of caramel corn. Okay, so chance (or possibly, Wonderland) chose for him. He turns the box to Bruce and grins.]
Caramel corn it is, then. What kind of sandwich did you want, or would it be easier to ask the dining hall for the sandwich?
[As he's talking, he's opening the box with his free hand and glancing around for the microwave--because there really has to be one, right?]