Caffeine Crash [Open]

[Gryphon Matsuoka]

Gryph had been walking for a while, until he had reached a pretty high up area in Pilot Ridge. After carefully untucking his wings from behind his clothing and taking a breath, he ran and took off into the sky. After flying gently for a bit, he dove down a bit, closer to town. He landed on a building, the top of a block of flats or something, and stepped to the edge, looking down at the people milling around below. He didn't generally fly around in public - well, this close to the public - so having more air to soar around in was refreshing. The air whipped around him on the rooftop and he smiled, before turning around and diving into the wind, opening out his wings again.

He flew around for a bit longer, trying to ignore the irrational insecurity in his head that said that someone could be watching. It didn't matter what anyone else thought - in this particular moment, the most important thing was landing safely without taking anyone down with him. Gryphon tried to be casual, maybe even subtle, about it, but the wind took an unpredicted turn and he ended up accidentally landing on the top of a Starbucks building.

Landing as in tumbling forwards and doing a roly poly on the flat roof in an attempt not to break anything. He got away with just a bad graze on his arm.

Well, there were more people down there. He looked down and laughed at himself for being such an idiot. Sitting down on the roof of the building, he hung his legs over the edge, not really bothered by the height, letting his wings flap gently behind him in the wind. He wasn't stranded or anything, just enjoying the view. And ignoring the pain on his arm.

[Father Stanley Cupper]

At the patio of the Starbucks soon to be impacted, sat a rather old Irish priest, sipping on a very over priced drink with a slight frown on his face. It aint bad... he though to himself as he looked around at the young authors and business folk messing with laptops about the area and inside, But I think this is going to be one recommendation I shant be adding to the list. He heaved a sigh and shook his head, he was never one for this sort of place, preferred making his own coffee, less of all the fancy schmancy cream and such, but one of his nephews insisted that the place was some form of Mecca for those in need of a caffeine fix, and Stanley was nothing if not open to new ideas, though once the new idea was tried and found wanting as this was turning out, he rarely bothered with second attempts.
Shaking his head, the old priest leaned back, idly looking up at the sky, and nearly fell out of his seat when what appeared to be an angel appeared in the sky, flying towards the little cafe. Cupper clutched his chest and gave a series of coughs, trying to get his heart started again as the more grounded parts of his brain kicked in to remind him that quite a few meta's have bird like or stranger wings, and he looked up again... just in time to see the figure swoop out of sight, and from the sound of it, into a rough landing.
A rather large amount of concern on his face, the priest rose out of his chair and moved around to try and spot the flyer, and relaxed a bit when he saw the young man sitting and laughing on the roof, though his relief tempered a bit when he noticed the way one arm was being cradled, "Ye alright lad?" He called up to the youngster, "Sounded a nasty hit."

[Gryphon Matsuoka]

It wasn't like Gryphon was a bad flyer or anything - he just had bad luck today, it seemed. It also wasn't his intention to shock anyone, but that did tend to come with having eagle wings, seeing as they weren't exactly viewed as a natural part of the human anatomy. He didn't exactly like attracting the attention either, but it couldn't be helped, really.

He twitched at the sound of someone's voice and looked down to the source - a man he didn't recognise. His concern was appreciated, "I'm fine!" He replied, smiling still. If anything serious had happened, he probably wouldn't be so happy. He looked at his arm and winced, partially from the pain caused by the movement of his skin, but mostly from the sight. It was pretty bloodied up - and definitely didn't look pretty. "It was rather." He'd had better landings. Then again, he'd had worse landings as well.

Gryph touched the wound carefully, which covered a good portion of his outer forearm, and rubbed the blood between his fingers, realising that it would probably be a good idea to get down and get it cleaned, at least, instead of just looking at it and waiting for it to do something. He glanced around, not really having a good time locating a place to land in. "Crap." He muttered to himself. He didn't want to be walking around too much - roofs weren't always designed for much weight other than rainwater. He looked down at the man again, wanting to ask for help, but at the same time, not wanting to be a nuisance.

[Father Stanley Cupper]

Father Cupper watched the young man prod at his wound, then begin looking around with a slightly lost look, frowning, Must've bonked his head or something. He fretted, Really aught get him looked at. "Here." He calls up, "There's probably a ladder or something inside so folks can get up to work the Cooler units. Gimme a sec, I'll get up there and help you down, then we can get someone to fret over all that." He said as he limped into the structure. A brief conversation with the manager later, most of which involved talking the man down from calling the police on the man who hit his shop, saw Cupper climbing up from an access shaft and gingerly moving towards the winged lad, "That's a doozy." the priest winces at the sight of the graze, offering Gryphon a hand as he looked over the boys hairline for any sign of a head injury, "Lets getcha down and put something on that. Names Cupper, by the by, pleasure ta meet you."

[Gryphon Matsuoka]

Gryph didn't think he'd hurt anything other than his arm, but the landing had been rough. He blinked a couple of times and tried not to think about the possibilities too much. He followed the man's voice again and nodded at him, "Alright." He replied simply, and then waited. Any consequences for his actions had kind of gone over his head, especially since it was an accident. He meant no harm.

He looked at the man as he appeared nearby and spoke again, and then looked at his arm again, "Yeah, doesn't half hurt too." He would usually dance around the state of his well-being for the sake of not being a pain, but when it was this obvious, you couldn't really avoid it. He knew that. He nodded again and took up Cupper's hand, wobbling a little more than he expected to as he stood up. He was glad that he was holding onto something, otherwise he probably would have fallen over, and that would not have ended all that brilliantly. "Gryphon," he replied shortly, with a smile, despite his head-spin, holding his sore arm against his body a bit. "Nice to meet you too." The avian boy kept his wings out, as a balance. "That really didn't go as planned." He joked lightly, trying not to worry too much about himself. He was more concerned with getting out of the kind man's hair.

[Father Stanley Cupper]

"Heh... ye get that name before or after ye manifested?" The priest asked as he gripped the boys hand and pondered a moment to decide if he should set the other arm over or under the wings to add support for the unsteady lad. He finally settled his free arm on the flyers shoulders, and began guiding him to the ladder, "I'd rather hope that wasn't what you were planning." He says getting to the hatch down, "No sane sod should ever seek to hurt themselves. Its not too far a climb, I'll head down first, you take it slow, I'll be standing by to cushion if you fall." The old priest didn't like this option, but it was the only plan he could think of, the youngster was too big, especially with the wings, to be carried down the hole, so Cupper opted to bank on the fact that it was too narrow for him to fall anywhere but straight down if the worst happened. With that, the old priest clamored down the way, and looked up, keeping a close eye on the bat heading from the belfry.

[Gryphon Matsuoka]

Gryph grinned, "Surprisingly enough, it is my birth name." He replied. He had been asked that question before, but it was only expected. Such a coincidence was sometimes a little hard to believe. He blinked a little rapidly again, taking a good breath as another slightly dizzy spell hit him. The dancer walked with shaky steps, which were slowly gaining a little more stability. He smiled again, "I try to avoid it, generally." Again, like any sane person would.

"Okay." He said, slowly tucking his wings back to get them out of the way, and countering for the instability that came with that. He didn't intend on falling down - flattening Cupper was the last thing he wanted to do right now. Once he knew the man was down, he began to descend, face tightening at the slight increase in pain he got from his arm, but he made it down successfully, thankfully. And then swung his head around and managed to hit it on the ladder. Today was just not his day.

[Father Stanley Cupper]

"Take it slow, lad." Cupper says as he watched the winged figure head down, hands held up to catch the boy if need be, "I know that arms got ta be paining you, but we'll get that treated fast." He keeps watch as feet hit floor and relaxes for a moment... then the lads head connects with one of the side polls, and the old fisherman rapidly grabs Gryphons shoulders to try and keep him upright, "Ach, steady on." He says, guiding Gryph a seat, "Stay put a sec." He says darting out of the little maintenance chamber they sat in and came back moments later with a small bundle of bandages, some rubbing alcohol, a small bucket of water, and a bag of ice, "Here." He muttered, handing the bag to the lads well arm, "Hold that to the knot, I'll start wrapping this up." As he spoke, he gently angled the arm and began trying to wash off the worst of the blood and any grit that came with the roof before mummifying the arm, "Don't look too bad, just don't put too much work on it for a day or too. Yer heads what I'm most worried about." He held up two fingers, "Whatcha seeing here?"

[Gryphon Matsuoka]

Gryph hissed between his teeth, the curse words that wanted come out of his mouth being caught in his throat. He had a thing about swearing - it wasn't like he generally refrained from doing it, but in front of younger people (like Maddie, for example) and people that seemed to hold some kind of authority, he just wouldn't, and couldn't. Since Cupper seemed to fall into that second category, he just clenched his jaw and said nothing. He let Cupper guide him so he could sit down - it wasn't like he was in much of a state to go against what he was doing - and nodded as he went off. The winged boy held his head slightly and grimaced, muttering, "I'm such an idiot," under his breath, as Cupper returned. He took the ice and did what he said, holding it where it was necessary.

"Sorry," He said, as the man cleaned his arm. Hopefully, Gryphon hadn't interrupted anything too important. The instructions Cupper gave partially went over his head, but he nodded all the same. He looked at the man's hand and blinked, "Two fingers." His sight seemed alright to him - his head was beginning to kill, though, even with the ice and the dizziness was making him feel uneasy. This was bad. "I don't need a doctor." He said quickly, partly because he didn't want to bother the man anymore... and partly because he hated doctors. His medical history was already ridiculous - he didn't want to add to it.

[Father Stanley Cupper]

"The way you're swaying, you need either a doctor, or someone watching you close." Cupper said with a frown, rising up and setting a hand on the boys shoulder to hold him steady, "Here, have you got family or anything nearby?" The priest was worried for the boy, he was unsteady on his feet, talking in short sentences, and seeming to be having a disconnected between thought and action, this really did seem like the boy had a concussion, and  Cupper would feel like hell if he didn't get the boy into SOME hands that would watch him, "You don't want to get an ambulance, fine, but I shan't be leaving you without someone what'll getcha help in a hairy spot."

[Gryphon Matsuoka]

No, nope, no doctor. He frowned at the word family - that was not an option for him. Unless someone was prepared to fly him back to Seattle. Anything else, however... the person that first came to mind in the 'important people' category was Kodi, but... Tak also came up too. She seemed like the more viable option, seeing as she was his roommate, and looking after him would be easier (although he would probably just say he was fine when he got home - stubborn habit) so Gryph looked at Cupper, "I have a roommate. Tak..." He fumbled for his phone, feeling his arm hurt as he did, but kind of only half aware. He blinked a couple times and went through the phone, taking a little longer than usual to find what he wanted - but under the circumstances, it was understandable. He pulled up her name in his contacts and looked at it, before pressing the call button and holding the phone to his ear.

Maybe Cupper should have made the call and not Gryph. Oh well. She picked up and greeted him, and his brain began to slow down. He managed to keep the conversation going, just about, and gave simple details about the whole situation, whilst being chided by his roommate for being a 'dork'. He hung up and looked at Cupper, "She said she would call me a cab." He informed, blinking and putting his phone away carefully. "She can... watch me when I get home." He was vaguely coherent, just as he had been for the telephone conversation, struggling with his words slightly, but okay.

[Father Stanley Cupper]

Cupper frowned as the lad moved in the ponderous fashion, "I see..." He said as he scratched his beard, "Lad... will ye please let me drag you in and getcha looked at? Ye'd be doing me a favor, honestly, I'd feel like the south end of a north bound horse if I letcha wander off into an obituary." He raises a hand to try and cut off any argument, "Now, all I said was get you looked at, they say its nothing, I'll drive you home myself, and that'll be the end of it, but lets face it, not really worth the risk if its more serious. If its a health insurance issue, I'll do what I can to pitch in. Don't use most of my paycheck anyway."

[Gryphon Matsuoka]

Doctors were not something Gryphon wanted to be involved with yet again. They would take just one look at his medical records and assume that it was a broken bone. And that he was an idiot. He was a little lost and befuddled by the man's argument - he said getting him checked out would make him feel better, but Gryph didn't want to be a bother any longer. It confused his little, knocked about brain. And he was not in the mood to be tackled by health professionals.

Before he could refuse the extra help, however, Cupper denied him any continuation and kept speaking himself. It was just... they wouldn't say it was nothing. His osteoporosis would flag concern and he would end up getting x-rays for things that weren't there. He was surprised that his arm wasn't in a worse condition, and so they would be too. Gryphon wasn't sure if all that was an exaggeration but it didn't feel like it. And it was nothing to do with money - he had that covered.

"I... I, um..." He really didn't know how to respond. "I just really don't like doctors. A...and I feel fine - not brilliant, but I'm fine." He assured. "It's not the insurance or anything either." Just his incompatibility with doctors. Though, if Cupper pushed him enough, he wasn't in a well enough state to deny the help, even if he was 'fine'.

[Father Stanley Cupper]

"Then what is it?" Cupper asks, looking over the lad, still battling between 'safe route' and respecting the boys wishes, "Got some bad history with doctors?"

[Gryphon Matsuoka]

Gryph tried to find the simplest way to explain it, which ended up just being really clear, "I have osteoporosis," He explained, "I've broken my bones so many times from small falls, i...if we go and I say I crash landed somewhere, they'll make me do x-rays even though I'm pretty sure nothing's broken - it's tedious." He frowned, "And I just don't like getting help," He knew he didn't, because he avoided it so much. "It makes me feels weird." It made him feel small, and stupid. Like, every time he went, they would look at his medical history and either laugh or sigh at how extensive it was. Even if they did neither of those things. It was just what it felt like.

Gryphon didn't really take note of the fact that his thoughts were repeating - he didn't even really realise.