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[personal profile] doublethepain
The thing about having an eidetic memory is that try as he might, Spencer can't make himself forget. He doesn't need to look in a mirror to know that he's a complete mess between the blackening eye and the stitches at this temple and the finger-shaped bruises on his neck. He flexes his fingers on his right hand as he glances down at the cast on his left, the one the doctors had insisted on putting on him because three broken fingers apparently need more support than just a splint. His ankles and wrists are still bandaged because they're raw from trying to wriggle his way out of the zipties Mark had bound him with and he's about ready to rip his own hair out because every time he feels it brush against his neck, he remembers the way Mark had used it to his advantage, taking care to be nothing less than rough.

It's only been a few days since Joel had found him in the lighthouse but Spencer almost feels like years must have passed. He'd refused overnight treatment at the hospital--against medical advisement--and locked himself in his house because it's the only place he can go. He hasn't been in his library since he'd gotten home, though a glance inside has told him that someone--not someone, Joel, there's nobody else who could have--has cleared the floor of the glass and blood that had been left after Mark had come for him. He flinches as he remembers the sound of the glass shattering against the side of his head, remembers the sting of the whiskey spilling onto the cuts and the way Mark had grabbed his hair to assist in dragging a half-conscious Spencer out to his car.

He's supposed to be taking it easy, has already been banned from coming to work for however long the doctor had recommended, though Spencer knows he'll likely be back long before that just for the sake of his own sanity. Sitting here at home has done him little to no good, not when he'd been abducted right downstairs, in one of the few places he's ever felt truly safe. It makes his good eye water with the threat of tears at the thought of how long it might take to feel that way again.

He knows there must be talk of what happened; it's a small town and gossip travels at lightning speed and besides that, he's had people ringing the doorbell and leaving things on his doorstep and leaving messages on his phone almost non-stop. It's nice to know there are still people that care, he supposes, but one very notable person hasn't tried to check on him at all. Joel hasn't come around or called or texted and Spencer feels like such a fool. Joel's the one person he'd be willing to let in the door but he realizes now that he should have known better than to think that Joel would want to even be near him after what Spencer had put him through with Mark.

He needs a distraction, he decides, a reason to get out of the house. What's more, he needs to get rid of this hair. Nearly everything seems to be a reminder of what had happened at the moment but at least he can fix the hair. He grabs one of Dane's old baseball caps and shrugs on a jacket, mindful of his injured hand, before walking out the door and heading straight toward the barber shop. The whole cut takes less than an hour and though the bruises on his face are more pronounced now without the frame of his longer locks, Spencer already feels a bit lighter. One less thing to remind him of Mark's assault.



He shoves his good hand in his pocket as he leaves the shop, unsure of where to go or what to do next.





[OOC: You can find Spencer anywhere you'd like. Roaming around town, grabbing a coffee, back at his house, anywhere. Dude needs a friend.]

Date: 2014-06-15 09:36 am (UTC)
asharpertongue: (Casual)
From: [personal profile] asharpertongue
Lara spots him walking along the boardwalk. She'd tried to find him at the hospital but they said he'd been discharged so she tried him at his home - again with no luck. She was walking back home and there he was.

She breathes a sigh of relief at seeing him and immediately frowns when she sees how beat up he is.

Walking up, she smiles gently. "Spencer..."

Date: 2014-06-15 09:54 am (UTC)
asharpertongue: (Casual)
From: [personal profile] asharpertongue
She'd already seen the black eye when he puts the shades on and she winces in sympathy.

She's careful when she goes in to hug him, but she can't not do it. They might never have been all that physical but her siren side needs to make sure he's in one piece and after seeing Joel yesterday, she isn't inclined to fight it back.

Letting him go, she ran a hand over his hair. "Suits you."

Date: 2014-06-15 10:27 am (UTC)
asharpertongue: (Casual)
From: [personal profile] asharpertongue
"It suits you." she said and gestured along the boardwalk, figuring that after a stay in hospital he'd want to be in the fresh air for a while.

She'd wait for him to talk. He was clearly still working through it and she didn't want to rush him.

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Date: 2014-06-15 10:52 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] suchgoodluck
Cosette is on her way to Spencer's with a cup of coffee and a whole pie from the local bakery in hand. Of course, she'd heard about what happened, and considering what the detective had told her about the potential for danger, she's found herself newly horrified with the more she thinks of what's happened to some of her dearest friends.

It turns out, she meets Spencer on the street.

"Hey," she says, softly, holding up the coffee and pie both. "I thought you might like some sugar."

Date: 2014-06-15 11:18 am (UTC)
suchgoodluck: (Observing)
From: [personal profile] suchgoodluck
"I'm not going to ask how you are, because I can tell you look like shit just from looking at you," she tells him, gentleness beneath her biting words, regardless. "And that's a dumb question to ask anyone who's been through hell and back."

She doesn't know what happened; she does see Spencer move his hand behind him, deliberately keeping it from sight. Her heart aches, watching him and noticing the bruises on his neck. Jesus Fucking Christ.

"It's good to see you too," she says, with a real smile this time, because from what she sees of Spencer currently, he could damn well use a smile. "I like to think you like me for my boobs, and not my other assets."

Date: 2014-06-16 09:15 pm (UTC)
suchgoodluck: (Contemplative)
From: [personal profile] suchgoodluck
"Damn it all, and I had already picked out my wedding dress and everything," Cosette can't even pretend to scowl, delighted by her friend's blush and the way he is so obviously into Spencer. "But I am glad you appreciate me for my intellect, at least."

Date: 2014-06-15 11:17 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] isaiahward
He's more out of the loop than he even realised, is the second thing Isaiah thinks when he sees Spencer shuffling down the street like a kicked puppy.

His first thought is holy shit.

It takes a couple of half jogged steps to catch up with Spencer, at which point he can see the blackened bruises, the cast and a couple of bandages discretely half-hidden beneath his clothes. He almost doesn't want to ask, but he has to, because this guy is the closest thing he's come to an almost-friend, and he's already itching to punch whoever did this to someone so friendly and helpful.

"Hey, Spencer. What happened?" he asks, and a second later corrects himself. "You don't have to tell me."

Date: 2014-06-15 11:55 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] isaiahward
The laugh sounds forced enough, but it's amplified by the waves of hurt and heartbreak and pain that are radiating from Spencer so strongly it almost staggers him. He feels his hands curling into fists and forces himself to stay standing. He's never felt anyone projecting this horribly and it takes most of his focus to remember that this isn't his pain, and that whatever Spencer is feeling must be ten times this.

"I'm sorry. For whatever happened, that's insane. Have the police arrested whoever or whatever or?" It's an effort to keep his words straight and he knows he's probably not making any sense but for one, he knows that Spencer will just feel worse if he knew what was going on in Isaiah's head, and for two, he doesn't want to push Spencer to tell him anything more than he wants to.

Date: 2014-06-15 12:34 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] alfiehaywood
Alfie was oblivious to the recent events in Siren Cove; a combination of being fully absorbed in his work preparing for the upcoming wine and music festival, and lack of friend-of-a-friend connections to tell him. So when he headed to the Quill that morning, his mind was focused on the list of vineyards he needed to call back for pamphlets and delivery times. Le Vin had agreed to have 20 cases with him by Tuesday, Cherry Bloom Vineyards would have 25 cases at the lodge by Thursday, he still had to hear back from Crisp Eve-

So stuck in his own thoughts, Alfie nearly walked into a man he’d never seen before. It seemed likely they were both going for the door at the same time and noting the bandages on the other’s hands; he quickly moved to pull the door open. “So sorry, I was completely in my own thoughts,” he apologised, beckoning the door way, “After you.” He noted the bruising on the other man’s face and wondered if he’d been in some sort of accident – he himself having been lucky enough to walk away from a car crash a few weeks back.

Date: 2014-06-17 06:01 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] alfiehaywood
“Not a problem,” Alfie replied, after all, he too had been in his own world when he nearly walked into the guy. Following him through the door, he hadn’t expected the other to try and explain his brief zoning out. It took very little for Alfie’s mind to wander off and stop paying attention to things, although that was typically helpful when he had boring tasks at the lodge such as litter picking.

He waved his hand as if to say ‘no big deal’. “It’s understandable, I hate to bring it up, but it looks like you’ve had a bit of a tough time.” As soon as he said it, he thought that maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up. The other didn’t necessarily look completely comfortable with the current situation. Alfie wondered if whatever had happened to the guy was bothering him, because after his car accident he’d been a little more cautious of roads and other vehicles when driving. He hadn't heard anything about a crash though but then neither had he actually read any newspapers as of late.

Date: 2014-06-15 02:05 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] just_another
The only thing Joel has been sure of for days is that he wants to see Spencer.

That's not entirely true. The only other thing he's sure of is that he shouldn't have left in the first place. He should have stayed at Spencer's after cleaning up the library, he should have waited for him and he should have been there for him when he'd come home, but Joel knows he's a coward. He wants to pretend he's done this to keep Spencer safe, to make sure Mark never comes after him again, but that's not the truth. The truth is that he's scared to look at Spencer and see that he's not wanted anymore. That this experience, being hurt, seeing what Joel can do, seeing parts of the person he really is, all that will mean Spencer is done with him. Joel has been through a lot in his life, he'll be able to take it if that's what it comes down to, but he also knows it would break parts of him that no one will be able to repair.

But he has to take the risk.

Spencer doesn't need him to bring books, but he does anyway. In a bag, he's carrying his stained and dog-eared copy of The Once and Future King, a few more George Saunders collections, two science fiction novels and Blood Merdian. He knows he could bring other things; food, coffee, ice cream, but he's sure people have taken care of those already. He's sure there are others looking out for Spencer when he's been too afraid to face him. The books are different, though, they're something he's been able to share with Spencer right from the beginning and he doesn't know if he's going to be turned away the second he shows up at his door, but he wants to show him that he's here. He'll be here no matter what from now on. It's hard to explain how the books demonstrate that to anyone outside his head, but he thinks Spencer will understand. If he doesn't just slam the door in Joel's face.

He hooks the bag over his injured arm, avoiding the brace and pushing the straps to the crook of his elbow so he can knock. On the walk over, he'd practiced a thousand different things to say, but he knows none of them will come close to expressing what he really means. So he stops trying to come up with something and just waits, shifting nervously on the front porch, wondering if Spencer will even let him in.

He's not sure he's ever been so scared in his life.

Date: 2014-06-15 06:17 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] just_another
I called. Those two words make Joel want to turn around and run, not because he doesn't want to be here, but because he knows how badly he's screwed up by not being here from the start. Every urge he's had the past few days has been cowardly, warring with the only thing he's wanted, which is to see Spencer. And not just see him, but be with him, be in the same room with him, do whatever he can to make sure he's alright and he knows it's not as simple as that. He can't just fix things by being around, but forcing himself to stay away has been a hell of a lot worse. There's no apology he can come up with to fix that.

But he comes into the house and he closes the door behind him. It pains him to do so, but he lets his gaze drift over Spencer, lets himself see his injuries all over again and just like the first time he'd done so Friday night, each mark, each injury feels like something hard and sharp is twisting in his chest. He thinks he should say something about Spencer's hair, but it seems too light hearted for what he really needs to tell him. "I should have stayed," he says without realizing that's what's going to come out. "I came and cleaned up and then I left to fill my prescription, but I should have stayed. I started thinking... how could you want to see me again after all that? After... it's my fault you were there. I thought it would be okay to- that finding someone-" He's not saying any of this right, but at least he's saying something.

"I just wanted to be with you and even after I got the letters I convinced myself you'd be okay, that there wasn't any real danger and I... I was wrong and then all I could think was... I'd put you in danger and... how could you want me around after that. So I left. And I shouldn't have. I should have stayed." And even if Spencer tells him to get out of his house, even if he says he never wants to see him again, at least Joel has said what he thinks he needs to.

He looks down at the bag he's still holding and then shifts it, hooking his good hands under the straps. "I brought you a bunch of books. I started telling you The Once and Future King in the ambulance and I know you've read it before, but I never got the chance to get very far and I wanted..." He has to say it. Even if Spencer tells him to leave, he owes it to both of them to say it. "I wanted to keep going. I wanted to keep telling you the story."

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Date: 2014-06-16 06:45 am (UTC)
callmeemily: ([with] hug for dear life)
From: [personal profile] callmeemily
Waiting until she's done with work has made her nuts. She's heard from no less than three customers that goodness, Spencer Water's certainly brave, coming out looking like that or other variants of the same. That means that he's actually out of the house, and not just soundlessly taking the soup she's been leaving for him.

After she clocks out, Raleigh tugs her bag over her shoulder and it's not long before she actually finds him, presumably as he's heading back to his house since that seems to be where he's heading.

"Spencer?" She says his name full of worry, and when he turns, she takes it all in - the cast, the injuries, and she just.... she moves. She moves to hug him, careful of his cast and arm and all of that, but she's glad he's alright and...

Something'd happened, when she'd been talking to Joel, and Spencer - somehow she realised she relates to him way more than she ever had before, and that's why, maybe. Maybe that's why her gut said she should hug him. It's not super long, especially if he freaks out, but it's heartfelt.

Date: 2014-06-16 07:01 am (UTC)
callmeemily: ([bad day] tears in eyes)
From: [personal profile] callmeemily
She nods, and she's oddly emotional about his wellbeing, because when she pulls back she looks upset, to be honest.

"I'm really, really glad you're okay. That you'll be okay." Because she knows that he's not okay now, either physically or emotionally, but he will be. Both he and Joel will, she's sure of it, and she thinks it's important to actually tell him that. That he'll be okay.

She shrugs some when he mentions the soup, but she nods when he says not to stop making it. "Just say the word, and you'll getting soup for the rest of time," she says lowly, and she finally exhales in a rush. She wants to ask him something personal, something she thinks she'll have to build up to - if he's seen Joel yet. It's not her business, but she knows that Joel's convinced that Spencer would like to see him last out of a list in the whole world.

So she doesn't ask, and instead just nods towards Spencer's house, and she walks with him - to keep him company, to worry about him more than a little. Her limp is more pronounced than usual - long day - but she can keep up with his long stride. "Is there anything else I can do, besides soup?"

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