( lockers ) [ Carl has already marked this down as the worst jump yet. Of course it's not any part because of the numb, disorienting routine of falling from a pod anymore, but actually more so the headache that comes from memories washing back to the surface. More particularly the new ones that disjoint the clear linear timeline in his mind. And for it, there's other visible signs: hair that's grown out a little more and a sweat on his brow that conveys just how well he does not feel with the aches in his head.
The only small comfort for it though is what he finds when he opens his locker. It's the second set of clothes he had...or hadn't been wearing recently, the deck of cards he knew belonged to one of his new friends at home, and also the music box he sees. The very same one he gave to Maggie that inevitably became his baby sister's favorite thing after the plastic cups she played with - which reminds him that she is really okay. Alive, and safe. He'd even been babysitting her in the last of his new memories. That much he recalls the instant he lays eyes on the yellow paint of the box.
And so reaching for it first, he opens it carefully with his hands, letting the ballerina inside twirl along with the music that plays as he watches it. It saddens him that it also reminds him that he isn't and can't be there for her with still being stuck in space hell so his expression tugs down at both corners of his mouth. ]
Carl Grimes | OTA
[ Carl has already marked this down as the worst jump yet. Of course it's not any part because of the numb, disorienting routine of falling from a pod anymore, but actually more so the headache that comes from memories washing back to the surface. More particularly the new ones that disjoint the clear linear timeline in his mind. And for it, there's other visible signs: hair that's grown out a little more and a sweat on his brow that conveys just how well he does not feel with the aches in his head.
The only small comfort for it though is what he finds when he opens his locker. It's the second set of clothes he had...or hadn't been wearing recently, the deck of cards he knew belonged to one of his new friends at home, and also the music box he sees. The very same one he gave to Maggie that inevitably became his baby sister's favorite thing after the plastic cups she played with - which reminds him that she is really okay. Alive, and safe. He'd even been babysitting her in the last of his new memories. That much he recalls the instant he lays eyes on the yellow paint of the box.
And so reaching for it first, he opens it carefully with his hands, letting the ballerina inside twirl along with the music that plays as he watches it. It saddens him that it also reminds him that he isn't and can't be there for her with still being stuck in space hell so his expression tugs down at both corners of his mouth. ]
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[ You know, or your own scenario here. ]