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thisavrou_log2017-12-07 03:57 pm
clussy) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-12-07 03:57 pm
Open: Nobody thinks what you think, no one
Who: Eddie Kaspbrak & Anyone at all.
When: Scattered dates between the 5th-10th
Where: All throughout the station.
What: Brief summary.
Warnings: Canon typical warnings for Eddie. There will be subjects of child abuse/negligence, kids swearing way more than kids should swear, canon typical violence/horror elements from IT, etc. Extended list here at the bottom. As always, proceed w/caution with Eddie.
>>CΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Κ α΄Ι΄α΄: Κα΄α΄'Κα΄ α΄ Κα΄Ι’α΄Κα΄Κ α΄ α΄α΄α΄Κα΄α΄α΄α΄ α΄α΄α΄ΚΙ’α΄Ι΄α΄Κ: Mα΄α΄ Ιͺα΄α΄Κ WΙͺΙ΄Ι’
(Despite the caution to stay out of the medical wing, Eddie finds himself drawn there more and more. He was so used to being forced into hospitals by his mother, that he finds it dizzily empowering to go on his own accord. That it is an active choice he himself is making, a choice made out of curiosity rather than an irrational fear of whatever illness might be plaguing him currently. He tries to time it so he doesn't go in when other people are about, but his timing isn't always perfect, and sometimes the draw of the objects inside, the unique medical smell, is sometimes strong enough that Eddie forgets to be nervous about getting caught by an adult.
His exploration is thorough. Eddie's hands make careful work of purging the drawers, pulling out various items at a time to look at them. Some he recognizes, others he doesn't. Items he touches gingerly, uncertain of, but weighing in his hand like if he held it long enough, he might just started to understand it.
Then other times, things aren't so simple. Other times, his curiosity gives way to anxieties and he winds up inside the recovery area. He sits himself down in front of the pods, thin, short legs tucked up against his chest with his arms wrapped around them. Sometimes he'll stare inside the pods for hours, just staring. Other times he might find any sort of lay-down area for patients in recovery and lay there, his body stock still, and he'll think about what it'd be like if he was laying there because he was dying, or because he was being treated for cancer, his brows furrowed hard as he rests with his arms over his chest or stiff at his sides.)
>>CΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Κ α΄α΄‘α΄: α΄ΚΙͺs sΚα΄α΄Κα΄Ι΄Κ Κα΄α΄’α΄’ΙͺΙ΄Ι’ ΙͺΙ΄ α΄Κ Κα΄α΄α΄ : LΙͺΚΚα΄ΚΚ
(Eddie wasn't a huge reader, but he was interested in the library because it provided a source of information that he was far more used to. Talking to adults still wasn't easy for him, even with how many kind ones seemed to be around on Thisavrou. He walks quietly through the shelves, his eyes large and curious as they fall on book to book. Eddie plucks out any one book that may interest him. At times, he may be found with a stack of books on a table in front of him.
Other times, he might be found tucked away in some corner of the library, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and some book with a lot of glossy pictures (mostly space, sometimes medical, other times different space species of animals) spreading from page to page.
He might also be caught reading some books with very questionable covers that may or may not look like trashy romance novels. These books he squints at, tipping this way and that, like somehow slanting them might give him a clearer answer of whatever puzzle it is he clearly can't solve. Reading these books has Eddie blushing all over, and constantly looking around. The second anyone is near him, he will squeak and instantly shove the book into the nearest shelf- even if it doesn't belong there. He definitely wasn't reading that!!
Other times, he might be carrying a stack of books so tall, he can't quite see over them. He might even drop one, or be prone to accidentally bumping into someone since he can't fully see around them. One might here his soft little 'I'm sorry,' dotting throughout the library. It might not be uncommon for him to accidentally drop entire stacks of paperbacks, Eddie scrambling to try and pick them up before the swift justice of librarians (?) came down upon him like the wrath of God itself.)
>>CΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Κ α΄ΚΚα΄α΄: Ιͺ'α΄ α΄ Κα΄α΄sα΄ Κα΄Κα΄ α΄κ° α΄ α΄α΄α΄α΄Κα΄α΄α΄ α΄α΄α΄ΚΙͺΙ΄α΄:β TΚα΄ GΚα΄α΄Ι΄α΄ΚΚ
(Although Eddie's friends had showed up, Eddie Kaspbrak is a boy that often spends his time alone. He is, by nature, a lonelier person who doesn't always want to bother people to hang out. This leads to him biking often, and exploring various parts of the ship. The Observation Deck, and the Greenery, are particularly favorite destinations for Eddie.
The Greenery was easily the best for playing. He had thought to ask one of the Losers, or perhaps Chara or Laura, if they would like to go play some games in the Greenery; but he hadn't been able to find anyone, and he still didn't always think to instantly contact them with the device. So he wound up at the Greenery alone, and many times, he would be playing games that would be better suited for more than one person.
Sometimes, he may be found sitting somewhere with string between his fingers, fussing with a cat's cradle, tugging at the string, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. Other times, he may have put out a circle of sorts, laying on his belly, and trying to knock some marbles out of the circle, playing against himself. Then there were the few times that he'd be found playing hopscotch by himself, using some pulled up flowers or plants to outline the shape of the squares. He wasn't so great at hopscotch, often wobbling and trembling as he leapt from square to square. Sometimes he even fell, whining as he did so and sighing at freshly scraped knees- but all in all, Eddie seemed okay. If not a teensy bit too alone.)
>>CΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Κ κ°α΄α΄Κ: OΙ΄α΄ α΄α΄Ι΄Ιͺα΄α΄ α΄α΄ α΄ α΄Ιͺα΄α΄ α΄‘α΄ α΄‘ΙͺΚΚ α΄α΄α΄α΄ Ιͺα΄ Κα΄α΄α΄:Vα΄ΚΙͺα΄α΄s
(The one important thing that Eddie has been taught while living here was that he should learn self-defense and how to use a weapon. Neither of these things he was particularly good at. What he was good at was running away. He was actually just very good at running in general, and sometimes could be found doing just that all throughout the station. He'd found a pair of shorts back in Kaittos that weren't too dissimilar to ones from home, and some tube socks. His sneakers were already great for running, and Eddie took to the exercise like a fish to water. He ran all around the ship, panting sometimes, other times sprinting like hell itself was after him. Sometimes, that might not have been such a stretch.
He isn't always running though. Sometimes, he's practicing hits and kicks in the air. At times, they're clumsy, not at all precise, and clearly more based on moves he's seen in movies than moves any professional fighter would use. After all, the fifties weren't known for their accurate depictions of fighting in film, so he doesn't have an amazing basis. All the same, he punches and swings his feet around at invisible enemies. Most of the time, he's just sort of flailing, falling often, but always getting back up. It'd seem almost comical if he wasn't so obviously serious and intense about it.
Other times, Eddie can be found using sort of weapons. Some simpler ones are Eddie practicing throwing rocks at cans or bottles. His aim actually isn't that bad, nor is his arm. He could always be stronger, but for as small as he is, his hits land pretty solid. He knocks cans over often, and sometimes will make little targets. But his stance is awful, and he isn't always good at certain throws.
Then there's the shiv. Eddie really has no clue what to do with a shiv except, again, what he has seen in movies. He swings his arm in sharp arcs, the shiv slicing through the air. It still feels dangerous in his hands, and he feels scared of it, like it'll turn around and stab him. He does wind up cutting himself a few times- nothing bad at all, but enough to draw some light specks of blood. Depending on when one might find him practicing with his shiv, they might also find his little fingers covered in bandaids and the like. At least he's doing his best. The one thing he never really seems to practice though is actually stabbing anything. He isn't so great at being violent.)
>>CΚα΄α΄sα΄ Κα΄α΄Κ α΄α΄‘Ι΄ α΄α΄ α΄ α΄Ι΄α΄α΄Κα΄
(Eddie is all over the place! Feel free to pick where you find him. He's a kid always trying to do stuff and entertain himself, so anywhere is feasible.)
>>α΄α΄α΄ Ι΄α΄α΄α΄s
Eddie will be all around the ship doing a variety of things! I chose a bunch of options within each overall option above- so feel free to tackle anything however you want. If you have any concerns or requests, please feel free to send me a PM either on my journal or on my plurk (![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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When: Scattered dates between the 5th-10th
Where: All throughout the station.
What: Brief summary.
Warnings: Canon typical warnings for Eddie. There will be subjects of child abuse/negligence, kids swearing way more than kids should swear, canon typical violence/horror elements from IT, etc. Extended list here at the bottom. As always, proceed w/caution with Eddie.
>>CΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Κ α΄Ι΄α΄: Κα΄α΄'Κα΄ α΄ Κα΄Ι’α΄Κα΄Κ α΄ α΄α΄α΄Κα΄α΄α΄α΄ α΄α΄α΄ΚΙ’α΄Ι΄α΄Κ: Mα΄α΄ Ιͺα΄α΄Κ WΙͺΙ΄Ι’
(Despite the caution to stay out of the medical wing, Eddie finds himself drawn there more and more. He was so used to being forced into hospitals by his mother, that he finds it dizzily empowering to go on his own accord. That it is an active choice he himself is making, a choice made out of curiosity rather than an irrational fear of whatever illness might be plaguing him currently. He tries to time it so he doesn't go in when other people are about, but his timing isn't always perfect, and sometimes the draw of the objects inside, the unique medical smell, is sometimes strong enough that Eddie forgets to be nervous about getting caught by an adult.
His exploration is thorough. Eddie's hands make careful work of purging the drawers, pulling out various items at a time to look at them. Some he recognizes, others he doesn't. Items he touches gingerly, uncertain of, but weighing in his hand like if he held it long enough, he might just started to understand it.
Then other times, things aren't so simple. Other times, his curiosity gives way to anxieties and he winds up inside the recovery area. He sits himself down in front of the pods, thin, short legs tucked up against his chest with his arms wrapped around them. Sometimes he'll stare inside the pods for hours, just staring. Other times he might find any sort of lay-down area for patients in recovery and lay there, his body stock still, and he'll think about what it'd be like if he was laying there because he was dying, or because he was being treated for cancer, his brows furrowed hard as he rests with his arms over his chest or stiff at his sides.)
>>CΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Κ α΄α΄‘α΄: α΄ΚΙͺs sΚα΄α΄Κα΄Ι΄Κ Κα΄α΄’α΄’ΙͺΙ΄Ι’ ΙͺΙ΄ α΄Κ Κα΄α΄α΄ : LΙͺΚΚα΄ΚΚ
(Eddie wasn't a huge reader, but he was interested in the library because it provided a source of information that he was far more used to. Talking to adults still wasn't easy for him, even with how many kind ones seemed to be around on Thisavrou. He walks quietly through the shelves, his eyes large and curious as they fall on book to book. Eddie plucks out any one book that may interest him. At times, he may be found with a stack of books on a table in front of him.
Other times, he might be found tucked away in some corner of the library, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and some book with a lot of glossy pictures (mostly space, sometimes medical, other times different space species of animals) spreading from page to page.
He might also be caught reading some books with very questionable covers that may or may not look like trashy romance novels. These books he squints at, tipping this way and that, like somehow slanting them might give him a clearer answer of whatever puzzle it is he clearly can't solve. Reading these books has Eddie blushing all over, and constantly looking around. The second anyone is near him, he will squeak and instantly shove the book into the nearest shelf- even if it doesn't belong there. He definitely wasn't reading that!!
Other times, he might be carrying a stack of books so tall, he can't quite see over them. He might even drop one, or be prone to accidentally bumping into someone since he can't fully see around them. One might here his soft little 'I'm sorry,' dotting throughout the library. It might not be uncommon for him to accidentally drop entire stacks of paperbacks, Eddie scrambling to try and pick them up before the swift justice of librarians (?) came down upon him like the wrath of God itself.)
>>CΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Κ α΄ΚΚα΄α΄: Ιͺ'α΄ α΄ Κα΄α΄sα΄ Κα΄Κα΄ α΄κ° α΄ α΄α΄α΄α΄Κα΄α΄α΄ α΄α΄α΄ΚΙͺΙ΄α΄:β TΚα΄ GΚα΄α΄Ι΄α΄ΚΚ
(Although Eddie's friends had showed up, Eddie Kaspbrak is a boy that often spends his time alone. He is, by nature, a lonelier person who doesn't always want to bother people to hang out. This leads to him biking often, and exploring various parts of the ship. The Observation Deck, and the Greenery, are particularly favorite destinations for Eddie.
The Greenery was easily the best for playing. He had thought to ask one of the Losers, or perhaps Chara or Laura, if they would like to go play some games in the Greenery; but he hadn't been able to find anyone, and he still didn't always think to instantly contact them with the device. So he wound up at the Greenery alone, and many times, he would be playing games that would be better suited for more than one person.
Sometimes, he may be found sitting somewhere with string between his fingers, fussing with a cat's cradle, tugging at the string, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. Other times, he may have put out a circle of sorts, laying on his belly, and trying to knock some marbles out of the circle, playing against himself. Then there were the few times that he'd be found playing hopscotch by himself, using some pulled up flowers or plants to outline the shape of the squares. He wasn't so great at hopscotch, often wobbling and trembling as he leapt from square to square. Sometimes he even fell, whining as he did so and sighing at freshly scraped knees- but all in all, Eddie seemed okay. If not a teensy bit too alone.)
>>CΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Κ κ°α΄α΄Κ: OΙ΄α΄ α΄α΄Ι΄Ιͺα΄α΄ α΄α΄ α΄ α΄Ιͺα΄α΄ α΄‘α΄ α΄‘ΙͺΚΚ α΄α΄α΄α΄ Ιͺα΄ Κα΄α΄α΄:Vα΄ΚΙͺα΄α΄s
(The one important thing that Eddie has been taught while living here was that he should learn self-defense and how to use a weapon. Neither of these things he was particularly good at. What he was good at was running away. He was actually just very good at running in general, and sometimes could be found doing just that all throughout the station. He'd found a pair of shorts back in Kaittos that weren't too dissimilar to ones from home, and some tube socks. His sneakers were already great for running, and Eddie took to the exercise like a fish to water. He ran all around the ship, panting sometimes, other times sprinting like hell itself was after him. Sometimes, that might not have been such a stretch.
He isn't always running though. Sometimes, he's practicing hits and kicks in the air. At times, they're clumsy, not at all precise, and clearly more based on moves he's seen in movies than moves any professional fighter would use. After all, the fifties weren't known for their accurate depictions of fighting in film, so he doesn't have an amazing basis. All the same, he punches and swings his feet around at invisible enemies. Most of the time, he's just sort of flailing, falling often, but always getting back up. It'd seem almost comical if he wasn't so obviously serious and intense about it.
Other times, Eddie can be found using sort of weapons. Some simpler ones are Eddie practicing throwing rocks at cans or bottles. His aim actually isn't that bad, nor is his arm. He could always be stronger, but for as small as he is, his hits land pretty solid. He knocks cans over often, and sometimes will make little targets. But his stance is awful, and he isn't always good at certain throws.
Then there's the shiv. Eddie really has no clue what to do with a shiv except, again, what he has seen in movies. He swings his arm in sharp arcs, the shiv slicing through the air. It still feels dangerous in his hands, and he feels scared of it, like it'll turn around and stab him. He does wind up cutting himself a few times- nothing bad at all, but enough to draw some light specks of blood. Depending on when one might find him practicing with his shiv, they might also find his little fingers covered in bandaids and the like. At least he's doing his best. The one thing he never really seems to practice though is actually stabbing anything. He isn't so great at being violent.)
>>CΚα΄α΄sα΄ Κα΄α΄Κ α΄α΄‘Ι΄ α΄α΄ α΄ α΄Ι΄α΄α΄Κα΄
(Eddie is all over the place! Feel free to pick where you find him. He's a kid always trying to do stuff and entertain himself, so anywhere is feasible.)
>>α΄α΄α΄ Ι΄α΄α΄α΄s
Eddie will be all around the ship doing a variety of things! I chose a bunch of options within each overall option above- so feel free to tackle anything however you want. If you have any concerns or requests, please feel free to send me a PM either on my journal or on my plurk (
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And he was a boy who would carefully balance himself on the shoulder of a man who could no doubt strike him dead without even trying. Eddie is not naive. He does not touch freely. He is very decisive in that regard, even though it seems so flippantly done each and every time.
What does draw his attention is the weight of something on his knuckles. His eyes lift and he sees the earrings. They catch him strangely off guard.)
Your ears are pierced. (He says this rather stupidly, staring now.
Though he is easily enough distracted. He doesn't say anything in that regard. Not because he distrusts Karna meaning his words, but because he doesn't trust himself. He was working on it every day, but every day was a lot of time and his mind was his own worst enemy.
But Karna's word add weight to a steadily growing confidence inside of Eddie. Adults had more power than they ever seemed to realize. Their words were gifts, and so many of them callously threw them around. Not this man.)
Yes, thank you.
(Said so softly, and he lifts himself out of the water to check the injury. Eddie proceeds to pull out of his pocket a bottle of antiseptic spray (and yes, he does carry this stuff casually around) and gives his knee a spray after patting it dry a bit.)
See? No infections now for sure.
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As the Hero of Charity, he racks his mind for what he can give in return for Eddie's openness. Without anything tangible to offer, he can only choose to divulge a little about himself. It isn't worth much, he supposes, but it'll have to do until he finds something better. ]
βYes. This was given to me by my father, as proof of my birth. [ On the subject of his pierced ears, that is. He turns the large piercing over, letting it catch the artificial light around them. ] It was a blessing he bestowed upon an unwanted child.
[ A proof of Karna's divinity, not that it changed his mother's mind about keeping him. The memory is far from bitter, thoughβ it's a truth he's accepted a thousand times over, and he recounts it without anger or malaise.
But with that out of the way, his chief point of concern seems to have fixed itself!!! Eddie is prepared and tends to himself with expert ease, which Karna watches with careful discernment. ]
You're well-prepared. [ He says, as he slowly stands to full height again. ]
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You were unwanted? (Maybe it was too personal to ask, but it instantly makes Eddie think of Richie, and how often Richie's mother would softly mention how she wished she had a daughter instead. Something in him aches awfully.)
I'm...I'm sorry. (He means it too. Eddie's mother was-. Complicated. No one could say Sonia Kaspbrak didn't love Eddie, but there is something to be said about how poisonous certain kinds of love could be.
In speaking of his mother, Eddie gives a very firm nod as he puts the spray away.)
You bet I am. My mom always taught me that you could get diseases from just about everything, which is true because of bacteria and stuff. (He's pretty sure anyway.) So I try and keep myself stocked. Just in case.
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Eddie's apology doesn't bother him. By now, he knows that people don't say these things to be patronizing. ]
Before she was a mother, my mother was a young woman. [ A mild hum, to punctuate. ] And young people often make mistakes.
[ And, yeah, he was a mistake; a whim that had consequences. But, again, he's not bitter, so he moves right along to looking vaguely curious about bacteria. ]
...I see. However, recent events have taught me that even a cradle can be a cage. This may be an opportunity to see the world without those invisible constraints.
[ Break a bone, and it heals three times as strong as before. Karna steps out into the grass, and tips his head to breathe an inhale that his lungs don't need. ]