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eddie kaspbrak ([personal profile] clussy) wrote in [community profile] 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.


>>CΚœα΄€α΄˜α΄›α΄‡Κ€ ᴏɴᴇ: ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ α΄€ Κ€α΄‡Ι’α΄œΚŸα΄€Κ€ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴍᴇʀɒᴇɴᴄʏ: MᴇᴅΙͺα΄„α΄€ΚŸ 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.)


>>CΚœα΄€α΄˜α΄›α΄‡Κ€ ᴛᴑᴏ: α΄›ΚœΙͺs sʏᴍᴘʜᴏɴʏ Κ™α΄œα΄’α΄’ΙͺΙ΄Ι’ ΙͺΙ΄ ᴍʏ Κœα΄‡α΄€α΄…: LΙͺʙʀᴀʀʏ

(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.)


>>CΚœα΄€α΄˜α΄›α΄‡Κ€ α΄›ΚœΚ€α΄‡α΄‡: Ιͺ'ᴍ α΄€ ʟᴏᴏsᴇ Κ™α΄ΚŸα΄› ᴏꜰ α΄€ α΄„α΄α΄α΄˜ΚŸα΄‡α΄›α΄‡ α΄α΄€α΄„ΚœΙͺɴᴇ:​ TΚœα΄‡ Gʀᴇᴇɴᴇʀʏ

(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.)



>>CΚœα΄€α΄˜α΄›α΄‡Κ€ κœ°α΄α΄œΚ€: Oɴᴇ ᴍᴀɴΙͺα΄€α΄„ α΄€α΄› α΄€ α΄›Ιͺᴍᴇ ᴑᴇ α΄‘Ιͺʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ Ιͺα΄› Κ™α΄€α΄„α΄‹:Vα΄€Κ€Ιͺᴏᴜs

(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.)


>>Cʜᴏᴏsᴇ Κα΄α΄œΚ€ ᴏᴑɴ α΄€α΄…α΄ α΄‡Ι΄α΄›α΄œΚ€α΄‡

(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.)

>>ᴏᴏᴄ ɴᴏᴛᴇs

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] clussy). If you would like a personalized starter, or have a scene idea, also shoot me a message! Thank you :)

callamities: (oh glitch)

chapter four!

[personal profile] callamities 2017-12-07 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Calla has never been the sort to put up with solitude for very long. Ever since his close encounter with that eyeless, legless thing earlier this week, he’s been even more antsy about being on his own. On those occasions where he suddenly finds himself alone in a hall or room, he immediately hurries towards sounds of activity, the mechanical tick of his sound rising and falling as he flees the oppressive silence.

That need to escape is exactly what causes him to almost jog into a small Creator as he turns a corner in the halls.

His first reaction is to yelp and jump back in surprise. To be fair, his fear of encountering the creature from earlier already had him pretty skittish. When he sees that this Creator is not short due to being a horrific ambulatory torso, he quickly rights himself and opens his mouth to apologizeβ€”only to see the blade and clam up, fear once again crossing his features.

This doesn’t stop his ticking from increasing in both speed and volume. After a moment passes without catastrophe, he seems to find his voice, though his tone is still nervous.]


Apologies, Creator, [Calla says, dipping his head in a short bow. He wonders anxiously if he’s supposed to call him that. Is there another word for the children of Creators?... Creatorlings, maybe? He’s not going to risk it.] I didn’t know you were there.

[There’s no pretense in his fear or subsequent apprehensionβ€”no sign of an adult playfully indulging a child’s dreams of fearsomeness. Calla looks, for all the world, as if he’s genuinely afraid of the boy.]
beeped: (πŸ’Š Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴑᴇʀᴇ α΄€ α΄…Ιͺɴᴏ)

[personal profile] beeped 2017-12-08 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Even though Richie spent a majority of his time with Eddie, it certainly wasn't all the time. Sometimes he needed to take a shower, or take a leak, or something otherwise private. Other times he's aware enough to know that they both need their space or they're going to bicker in the bad way.

Right now, it's simply a combination of feeling too cooped up and completely ravenous. Neither of them are new things at all, but the solution is easy enough. A long bike ride around the station before stuffing his face with food and filling his pockets with anything edible was a sure way to do the trick.

When he returns to their room, he's got his surplus energy out for now, and he heads straight to the room he shares with Eddie to share the treats he managed to find. He stops in the doorway when he returns, his best friend's name halfway spoken before he stops short to watch Eddie destroy his medicine.

He's only just standing there briefly--a matter of mere seconds, before he's making his way to Eddie and kneeling beside him. He rests a hand on Eddie's shoulder and squeezes. He's there to comfort and assess the situation, but his words don't necessarily reflect that. Or to anyone else, that might be the case. But probably not for Eddie.]


Hey, good thinking Eds. If we put it in a baggie we can pass it off as coke and sell it off to some idiot.
vaikartana: (26.)

greenery.

[personal profile] vaikartana 2017-12-08 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Greenery leaves something to be desired; the space is limited, for one, and the selection of plantlife it houses seems more practical than aesthetic. Still, it's the one patch of life in a sprawling station made of metal and chrome, so Karna is content to occupy it whenever he can. There's something relaxing about the muteness of nature, after allβ€” of its silent tenacity, its reassuring permanence. Flowers will be flowers, no matter which sun they're using to photosynthesize.

That said, there's also something endearingly familiar about the way young people will find ways to occupy themselves, alone or no. Eddie's preoccupation with his one-man hopscotch routine is nostalgic in a way that Karna can't place (maybe it reminds him of his own lonely childhood, bare feet and sleeping under awnings), so he takes to watching from a distance, idly turning his thoughts over in his own headβ€”

β€”until, well. Eddie trips.

He seems to be doing fine, all things considered, but there's a merit to making sure that the boy is alright. A little scrape is nothing to write home about, but it's best treated before things go south.
]

...Your knee.

[ Is what Karna starts with, as he lifts himself from his semi-hidden perch against a nearby tree. The taciturn set of his mouth should speak volumes about how cheerful he is upon first glance (not at all), but his body language is charismatic and open, sharp but honest. Truth be told, he's a bit incongruous in their current settingsβ€” white hair, thin frame, gold armorβ€” but then again, he'd probably be out of place anywhere. ]

Do you need assistance?
beeped: (πŸ’Š Wʜᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇs α΄€Κ™α΄α΄œα΄› ʜᴏᴑ κœ°α΄€Κ€)

[personal profile] beeped 2017-12-08 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
We can tell her it's healthy coke. [Because it's medicine. He's so clever, see. Richie's tempted to make more jokes to try to cheer Eddie up, but this isn't just a normal situation. Eddie is too good to be so upset and Richie's internally flailing at the prospect of his friend being so unhappy.]

Oh, Eds.

[Richie immediately barrels Eddie over in a tight hug.] You're not stupid. You're smart, and nice, and the best friend a guy could ask for.

[He assumes this is about the medicine. It's an obvious assumption, given the state of their floor right now. But Richie doesn't know what to say about that. He might not have the best relationship with his own parents, or understand how things are supposed to be, but he knows it's different for Eddie.

Eddie loves his mother, and Mrs. K is a lot of things but even Richie knows she cares for her son. That's what makes the entire thing so complicated. He really doesn't understand how she can manipulate Eddie so much into thinking he's sick when he's such a good kid. The best, really.]
beeped: (πŸ’Š Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴑᴇʀᴇ α΄€ α΄…Ιͺɴᴏ)

[personal profile] beeped 2017-12-08 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[If Richie was a little more informed, he could point out that this is almost like an addiction--but it's for the best that it doesn't even occur to him. That would be an entirely different mess of implications and it wouldn't help things. Still, he wracks his brain trying to find something to say. Something, anything to reassure his best friend.]

You're not crazy. I'd know if you were crazy.

[Crazy's Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, all those people up in Juniper Hill.] Just because your mom taught you something fucked up and wrong doesn't mean you're crazy. She might be. [He's not the sort to mince words, and he can't bring himself to even now.]

You just gotta un-learn it. [He says it like it's something easy, like he knows what he's talking about. But he really doesn't. He's simply saying what he thinks sounds right.

Eddie isn't looking at him, so he presses his forehead against Eddie's.]
If I can help, you know I will.
vaikartana: (18.)

[personal profile] vaikartana 2017-12-08 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's difficult to put an age to Karna, really. Some aspects of his youth are self-evident, like the smooth set of his features and his generally average stature, but his preternatural calm lends a sense of age to someone who, for all intents and purposes, seems to skirt somewhere in his early 20s.

But that's not too important. Karna can only be Karna, and seniority and numbers have always meant very little to him. In that respect, he's clumsyβ€” the sort of care that most adults would take to make themselves seem harmless or unobtrusive is bypassed, and he doesn't take it upon himself to patronize.

(A child is a child, yes, but a child is also human.)
]

There's a stream nearby. It shouldn't take long to wash the woundβ€” you'll be back to your leisure in no time.

[ He doesn't miss the slight tinge of red that works at the corners of Eddie's features, but doesn't call attention to it; instead, he kneels down to fix where the fall'd ruined the neat corners of the hopscotch squares. ]

...I also have a word of advice. If you'd hear it.
beeped: (πŸ’Š Nα΄α΄›ΚœΙͺΙ΄Ι’ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ Ιͺα΄› ɒʀᴏᴑ)

[personal profile] beeped 2017-12-08 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Richie doesn't know what to say. If there was something that made Sonia Kaspbrak crazy, and she just wasn't always this way, that would surely do it. He might lack all sense of tact and decency, but when it comes to Eddie, he at least tries his best when the situation calls for it.

Right now, it's one of those situations. Eddie's dad has always been off limits, and that's no different even if he thinks Sonia is a nutcase.

Richie doesn't move from where he is, but he does grab one of Eddie's hand and squeezes gently.]


I can do that. If that doesn't work, we'll just try something else. It'll work out, okay? I promise.
inconsequence: [RANUNCULUS] (❀ that you couldnt see it)

hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out?

[personal profile] inconsequence 2017-12-08 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[They understand what practicing one's stance and poise in regards to combat looks like, and they recognize fear. Oh, but do they recognize it.]

[They've only recently learned what it is to be relatively adept in the ways of combat. Thanks to semi-regular sparring sessions with Rinzler, they can thrust and parry and riposte as well as anyone - or as well as any extremely elementary child learner can be realistically expected to. Same difference, really.]

[They watch him swing at invisible opponents with bandages on his fingers (* Has already been used several times.), for a time, before intervening.]


I see you've been taking my advice.
lavelly: (send some ravens)

greenery!

[personal profile] lavelly 2017-12-08 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Lavellan hadn't expected to encounter anyone else on his meandering path through the greenery, but coming across Eddie is a pleasant surprise.

He'd never really had any desire to be a mentor figure, despite ostensibly having been in training for it. But he finds he likes most of the younger people he's encountered on this station, and Eddie also seems so... isolated. (He hasn't seen the network post on account of being a luddite.) The least Lavellan can do is pay him some attention.

He approaches quietly and stands nearby, unobtrusively, for a few minutes, just observing as Eddie shoots marbles around. Then he asks softly:]


What are you doing?
beeped: (🎀 TΚœα΄‡ sα΄α΄œΙ΄α΄… ᴏꜰ ᴘΙͺʟʟs Κ€α΄€α΄›α΄›ΚŸΙͺΙ΄Ι’'s)

[personal profile] beeped 2017-12-08 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Richie stares at the inhaler for a long moment. He understands the magnitude of this, and for a moment he can't believe that Eddie is offering up his inhaler. He's almost tempted to tell Eddie no, that he should hold onto it--just in case he actually does have asthma.

But he trusts that Eddie knows about his own heath more than Richie does, and it's not like they're apart from each other for extended periods of time these days. If Eddie does need his inhaler, Richie can and will be there.

So it'll be fine.]


Alright. [His fingers curl around the inhaler, and Richie slides it into his pocket.] I'll keep it with me all the time. [He doesn't even need Eddie to tell him when he needs it. Richie already knows that it'll be necessary only if he can't manage to calm him down.] Hopefully you won't need it at all.
lavelly: (harassment scandal)

[personal profile] lavelly 2017-12-08 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Lavellan sits down on his knees in the dirt, so that he's closer to Eddie's level, and so he can get a better view of what Eddie's doing.]

I haven't. [And he can't really make sense of it just from observation, either. From what he can ell, he's mostly impressed that Eddie's managed to collect such uniformly perfectly round shiny stones.

It will take a while for him to grasp the concept of mass-production.]


How do you play?
inconsequence: [SINS] (❀ and i am just the planets)

[personal profile] inconsequence 2017-12-08 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
[And in that moment, they can see precisely why he's needed to bandage himself so very much.]

[His enthusiasm is admirable. But it's painfully clear that he is still unused to the prospect of needing to FIGHT, and it seems that requesting training from another was simply not an option on the table. That, or there was no one to trust to do so.]

[That much they can understand.]

[They pass one hand over their eyes in a faint, sweeping gesture.]


When in doubt, go for the eyes. [And they mime curving a thumb against one lid.] Even when disarmed, they are fragile enough that you can do damage regardless.
vaikartana: (16.)

[personal profile] vaikartana 2017-12-08 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Everyone falls. An infant falls a thousand times over before he or she learns to conquer gravity; there's no shame in failure, as long as it's followed by a will to stand again.

Eddie seems to have that tenacity in spades. It allows Karna to lessen his scrutiny and let the solemn set of his mouth loosen into a thin smile.
]

Worrying would be energy ill-spent.

[ About the existence of hypothetical parasites, he means. He straightens once he's done rearranging the squares, patting dust off of his own knees as he turns on his heels. ]

...But, my advice is simple. 'Breathe'.

[ Sudden words, apropos of nothing. It almost seems as if Karna is going to leave it at that, letting context-less words hang heavy in the airβ€”

β€”but he follows them up with a graceful segue. A knee bent so that he's standing on one leg, toes pointed forward on the hopscotch path.
] You lose your balance when you hold your breath. Tenseness leads to injuries.

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