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"...Yeah..." He said absently, letting his hand drop down into his lap as he watched her try to revive the surgeon.

No more people hurt....no more random spark-outs, no more keeping his powers in check....perhaps now he could begin to go back to his old life, perhaps he could start fresh again...

...But then, why? After what he'd done...why bother?

He slipped off the bed and stood on his own two feet. He wobbled for a moment - before righting himself, waving off a nurse who had come to his aid. He took a tentative step forward - before taking another one.

Motor function seems good... He thought to himself as he lifted his hand, opening and closing his fist, looking down at his toes and wriggling them. ...Powers are back on... He thought, letting a spark flash from his left eye and travel down his arm to arc between his fingers. "...That works..." He whispered. He seemed to pass the little word tests the nurse gave him....he'd have to deal with any lingual stuff later. Not much he could do about it now.

"Am i able to leave now?" He asked. Was there more stuff he needed to do, perhaps a debreifing on what had just happened?

And that was that.

"Come with me, Mr. Tomorrow, and i'll get your things." One of the nurses said, leading him out of the OR, John pulling out his IV's and other monitoring equipment as he padded after her, his big feet making soft thumps on the cool limoliume hosptial floor.

Everything felt a little crisper now. He didn't feel as frazzled, his mind felt clearer, and as he walked into the elevator with the young nurse, he noticed himself feeling more like...himself.

As the doors closed he smiled down to the girl. "Thank you for your help."

The young woman smiled back up to him. "No problem Mr. Tomorrow." She said as she pulled a lick of hair from her face, looking down at her shoes for a moment before looking up at him again. "...No problem at all."

John grinned a wicked grin, looking away to hide him mirth...before the elevator lights flickered, the elevator plunged into darkness for a split second.

"Damn thing..." The nurse growled, crossing her arms under her chest as she watched the lights on the panel flash back on. "They keep saying they're going to fix it, but they never will....Mr. Tomorrow, are you okay?"

John's face was as white as a sheet. He could've sworn, as they were plunged into the blackness for that split second, that he'd seen....something in the corner, fingers curled, black eyes weeping inky darkness over a pale, sneering face...

"...I'm fine." He whispered, tearing his eyes away from the corner to look to the elevator door. "...Never felt better..."

When they got back to his room he dismissed the girl, wattching her walk away in dissapointment, before walking into the shower in the adjacent room. He showered slowly, scrubbing the blood from his back and neck, feeling the water flow over his skin and trying to keep his eyes open as much as possible - the face was hiding behind his eyelids, sneering at him, lips curled up to reveal sharp teeth...

He shuddered and twisted the faucets shut, feeling the water dripping off him and the cool air chilling his skin. He stood there for a moment, looking up at the light bulb buzzing in it's socket as he let the air dry him, before walking into the room. Opening one of the cupboards, he found his clothes - someone had been decent enough to leave his jeans and belt intact, but the shirt was ruined. His arm was left propped up against one of the walls, and he grabbed it by the shoulder and pressed it against the plate in his torso, feeling the magnets buzz to life for a moment as the arm connected. The feeling would fade after a while, like when you first put on your socks in the morning.

He pulled on his pants and boots slowly, using the movements to allow the mechanical arm to 'limber up', as it were, before he walked out of the room to head back to the bar, to grab his jacket and the Thunderbird.

He sighed as he looked back to the hospital, looking up at the windows. Of course....with all the excitement, he'd almost forgotten her.

No doubt his debt will be called in the future. The woman had her right where she wanted him - in her pocket.

He didn't know where the Tavern was, but he walked anyways, hands in pockets and head bowed. Not an hour before, he'd had a hole cut into his head to stop him from electrocuting everybody on this block. If he had not gotten that hole cut into his head and had a small lump of lead removed from his brain, his power would leap from person to person, blowing their hearts to bits as it made them spasm and twitch on the floor.

Funny how your life changes in such a small amount of time.

People were staring at him, but not too much. The Tournament must've made the people a little less wary of giant, scarred men with prosthetic arms. Now, althought they didn't know it, they could be a little less wary.

John pulled the Thunderbird over to the side, finding a parking space and rolling to a stop within it, flicking out the bike stand and allowing Raven to hop off before pulling himself up and off himself.

He pulled down his bandanna to rest around his neck and shifted his sunglasses to sit high on his head, keeping his hair from his face as he looked the futuristic building up and down uncertainly. He looked down to Raven with a pained look. "...In there?" He asked as he pulled the key out of the bike and pocketed it.

"Whats wrong with all three?" He asked, tottering after her like a good little puppydog...that weighed about 300kgs and was build like a behemoth. He figured that she'd be able to afford it, what with the look of the place. "Uh, where do you get the money to pay for the stuff in a place like this?" John asked her as they entered the building.

If he wanted money, John either worked freelance on a building site - he had a knack for crushing rocks with a big hammer and lifting heavy loads - or, if he was really strapped, he'd hunt down a local drug dealer and just beat the money out of them.

"Huh..." John muttered, watching as she waved the card into existance.

Back before he went frickin nuts and literally lost his mind, John had a bitof money saved up....technically a kings ransom, seeing as that had been what he'd been paid for! But that money was lost now...he almost lived like a vagrant now, sleeping near his bike on the outskirts of towns and working labour jobs for cash. He wouldn't qualify himself as a bum, however - more a bohemium, living off the land and by his hands.

"So...modeling eh?" He asked, his mouth already watering from the smell from the bistros. "I'd like to see some of those pictures..."

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"Er...most definately..." John said, stunned by her revelation as she handed him the food. "Meaty as you can get..." He said to her next question, before leaning down to place his lips next to her ear.

"Raven....are you a porn star?" sweatdrop He asked, his face still containing the look of shock from her relevation. He wasn't judging her....he just wanted ot know.

"Well, as long as you have standards sweatdrop " He said with a nervous chuckle. It wasn't like he was new to the idea of using sex or sexuality for favours or profit...but it had been a long, long, long time ago, when the world was simpler.

He followed after her and sat down, marvelling at the food before him - it could be said that she knew how to woo him, thats for sure! He grabbed the sandwich and began to hoe into it, making sure not to make too much of a mess - civlised, civlised, civilised....

"I've always thought you had good fashion sense..." John said with a grin. "And i know what you mean about the whip...I've, uh, had experience in the past..." sweatdrop He blushed a little, his beard covering most of it as he scarfed down the rest of his sandwich before settling into his fries too.