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For the first time in what feels like forever, the white noise that surrounds his brain is ebbing away. He is struggling to open his eyes through murky poisonous green and his movement feels sluggish and hindered, as if wading through something, resistance that feels liquid and thick yet not.
He tries to reach... something? There was a shape.... A silhouette he can see clearly in his mind where his eyes can only perceive green and foam. Tall, large, safe, home, comfort, sad, betrayed, hurt, frustrated, ANGRY
He opens his mouth to scream and liquid rushes in, a taste like copper and earth and spoiled mint but not, it's on his tongue and clogs his throat as he tries to scream.
A cold hand grasps his arms and yanks him up.
Jason takes an explosive gulp of air, feeling his lungs seize as he falls forward with a cough, trying to brace himself on trembling elbows. The world spins around his head in a whirlwind of green and dark and light. The hand is still on his forearm, pressing gloved fingers close to his wrist and he tries to focus his vision onto it, letting the rest fall away for a moment as he gives his brain a moment to settle.
Momentarily refusing to let his gaze follow the form huddled close, he instead turns inward and try to make sense of things. There had been a woman, green eyes and a cold gaze, and a push. He feels wet, his clothes are soaked through and he can see the pool aggregating around him, it's... green?
HA Ha hA ForeHAND? BackHAND? Ha HA hA
The keening sound that comes out of his throat is wholly involuntary, as he rounds his back to huddles into himself and attempts to hide away from the deranged laughter.
The cold hand disappears from his arm when he moves and he feels it fall lightly against the back of his head and the nape of his neck before settling on his back, between his shoulder-blades. Searing in its absence of heat.
It stays there as Jason continues to keen and cough, letting out short outbursts of screams as he tries to drown the voice of the clown bouncing in his brain. It stays there as he starts to rock, trying to give the feeling in his bones and his muscles an outlet.
Until finally he latches onto details of his surrounding to side-track his brain, the stupidest ones, the dark smooth stone near his clenched fists as a weird crack that looks like an eye of Ra, eyeliner and all. His eyes trace the outlines of the crack, back and forth for what feels like an eternity, but the noise in his mind has lessened to a dull roar and a distant cackle.
The hand is still on his upper back and finally, he starts to look up towards the presence at his side. Seeing first the dark vinyl of some kind of overall suit, with a white lettering on the chest, then pale white-green skin and finally toxic green eyes overshadowed by luminescent white hair.
"Hey there, bud. Hope you're up for a little stroll." The voice that comes out of that fanged smirk is young, maybe his age or just a bit older. "The floor of the Court room is definitely not a good place for this.."
Jason blinks owlishly back, his brain barely catching on as the other puts his cold, cold arm around his back and helps him lean into it as he is sat up and stood up delicately. There is a mumbled apology on his tongue as he sways and has to catch himself against the other, who's a head or so taller than him.
"Yeaah Jazz is gonna have a fit..."