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opioid) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-06-19 12:03 am
open — june
WHO: Eddie Dean and you, yes you
WHAT: General catchall, dungeoning, the works
WHERE: The dungeons 😔
WHEN: June
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YARD — OPEN
Even compared to the crappy little basketball court he and Henry used to shoot hoops at after school, Eddie doesn't think he's ever been so happy to be in an enclosed outdoor space with balls in it. Extremely specific scenario, but what the hell. Eddie spent a lot of time on that court as a kid, and there's still nothing else that quite reaches the sheer relief of being allowed outside, even if it's just for an hour. That's one hour where he isn't trapped with two of the most obnoxious individuals in the universe and a teenager who has the unsettling ability to make him feel like he's being judged for breathing.
Whatever the circumstances, though, Eddie's chipper as all hell as he tosses a ball approximately the size of a grapefruit from one hand to the other and brazenly approaches someone who looks even halfway friendly – or not friendly at all, honestly, he's not picky.
"Hey, you wanna play catch? I'll go easy on you, promise."
CELL — OPEN
"Can you die from boredom?"
Eddie's not bothered who answers, whether it's one of his cellmates or someone else nearby who feels like chiming in. He's sitting on the floor, back against the bars, and occasionally he'll tip his head back and let his skull thud softly against the metal, just to feel something. Anything. Good fucking Christ, he is so bored.
"I think I'm about to. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm walking towards it." A pause. "Ah, shit, there's a fork in the road. Which one do I take, left or right?"
WHAT: General catchall, dungeoning, the works
WHERE: The dungeons 😔
WHEN: June
NOTES: if you want to make our TDM thread canon and/or continue it, hit me up at
YARD — OPEN
Even compared to the crappy little basketball court he and Henry used to shoot hoops at after school, Eddie doesn't think he's ever been so happy to be in an enclosed outdoor space with balls in it. Extremely specific scenario, but what the hell. Eddie spent a lot of time on that court as a kid, and there's still nothing else that quite reaches the sheer relief of being allowed outside, even if it's just for an hour. That's one hour where he isn't trapped with two of the most obnoxious individuals in the universe and a teenager who has the unsettling ability to make him feel like he's being judged for breathing.
Whatever the circumstances, though, Eddie's chipper as all hell as he tosses a ball approximately the size of a grapefruit from one hand to the other and brazenly approaches someone who looks even halfway friendly – or not friendly at all, honestly, he's not picky.
"Hey, you wanna play catch? I'll go easy on you, promise."
CELL — OPEN
"Can you die from boredom?"
Eddie's not bothered who answers, whether it's one of his cellmates or someone else nearby who feels like chiming in. He's sitting on the floor, back against the bars, and occasionally he'll tip his head back and let his skull thud softly against the metal, just to feel something. Anything. Good fucking Christ, he is so bored.
"I think I'm about to. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm walking towards it." A pause. "Ah, shit, there's a fork in the road. Which one do I take, left or right?"
closed for susan —
Nope. I mean, not that I'm an expert on travel between worlds. But I've done it more than once or twice and you'd think that'd help but it never fuckin' does.
[ He's ranting just for the sake of it now and he knows it, but it helps, he thinks, to let off some steam. ]
Where were you before you got here?
[ Maybe she was somewhere near a Thinny. Eddie was. Maybe that's what happened, they went through sometime in their sleep. ]
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[She says it matter-of-factly, as though it were nothing at all. It's the only way she can say it, for if she lets the feelings creep in around the edges, she'll cry for sure, and she won't cry. Not now, not in front of a man she doesn't know.]
Or dying, mayhap. Could be it wasn't all done yet.
[But her hair's grown back in awful fast for how much it had burned, and there's no sign of the bruising and battering that swelled and discoloured her face. There's no pain but that in her heart. So she guesses, with all that in mind, dead makes the most sense.]
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For a moment, he doesn't know what to say, he just watches her in thoughtful silence in the low light, his brow furrowed. It's not confusion or an inability to understand what he's hearing – it's just the simple, mollified silence that he has to assume anyone else would experience hearing someone say that.
He opens his mouth, shuts it again, rubs a hand over his cheek. He could console her, but she doesn't look like she wants to be consoled, and he isn't sure how good he'd be at it when he feels like he needs a little consolation himself right now. ]
Well, I'm no doctor, but you don't look very dead to me, so that bodes well for both of us. Think I might crack if I had to share a cell with a corpse.
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[She answers in kind, with a little twist of a smile and wry humour.] You mean to tell me this is how you act when you ain't cracked yet?
[She settles on the bunk again, leaning back a little way to regard him.]
How about 'ee? Where is it ye came from?
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[ Boy, does he hate that question. There's no simple answer, not really, not when they've been zapping between places and even worlds from one day to another. It wasn't all that long ago that they were in Lud, waiting for the drums to start. ]
I'm from New York, but it's a while since I've been there.
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And is it fashion in New York to throw one shoe away and wear the other, or are 'ee hopin' to start a new style?
[It's only a little bit tart, intended as gentle ribbing rather than an actual insult this time. She's not sure if that's appropriate here, but frankly, she's too tired to think overmuch on what she's saying. Now he's calmed down a little - and now she's calmed, too - it's dawning on her that it's kind of a relief just to be talking to someone who isn't actively being an asshole.]
I'd take the other off too, if I were you. Till you get the first back, anyroad.
closed for lloyd —
[ If Eddie never hears the phrase honored guest again it'll be too soon. He can't help the way his jaw sets in irritation, or the slightly judgemental look he offers this guy. It's not his fault. It's just that when you feel you've made some serious changes in your outlook on life you expect to be somehow rewarded for it, maybe even cosmically. Eddie supposes that that's too much to ask of Lady Fate, or whoever the fuck. But before he can get too down in the dumps about his predicament all over again, his interest is caught. ]
Okay, but were you really framed? Or did someone just say it was you?
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Little bit of both, I suppose. Can't really argue with the cops, can ya? Even if I was there, don't mean I pulled the trigger. Didn't kill nobody, anyways. Least of all a cop.
[ He offers a shrug, leaning against the wall next to the cell and making himself comfortable for the time being. If it weren't for Flagg, he'd be nothing but a skeleton rotting in the bottom of that prison cell. Not like any authority figures tried to get any of the inmates out. Fuckers probably turned tail and ran, leaving the rest of them to starve or succumb to Captain Trips. ]
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[ For the most part, Eddie stayed out of the way of cops growing up, but when you're a junkie you kind of run up against the guys whether you want to or not. None of those experiences had been particularly enjoyable, and the security at JFK had been inordinately worse, so the look on Eddie's face is one of plain commiseration. ]
Least you're not locked up again in here, huh.
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[ There's a lot to complain about, though he doesn't really know where to start- but at least he's on the right side of the bars this time.
Lloyd goes quiet for a moment, his expression a bit more serious. ]
These assholes feedin' you enough?
closed for alina —
[ Eddie opens his mouth and shuts it again, his brow furrowing sharply. Whatever he'd been expecting her to say, it wasn't that, and it knocks him for a loop so thorough it might as well be a spiral. ]
Well, consider yourself lucky. I fuckin' hated algebra. Whoever decided there should be letters in math too can eat my nuts. [ A pause. ] The First Army of where?
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[ She says it like it should be obvious. There is only one country she knows of that has more than one army (and therefore would need to call one the First and another the Second). ]
Where are you from?
[ Considering his reaction to her, she thinks it might be some place she hasn't heard of. Where formal education is apparently not only accessible, but taken for granted!! ]
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While a smart person would have figured out that mostly everyone is from different places, each one as foreign as the next to everyone else, Alina has not. She's smart..! Just not in that way. She gets it now, though. ]
I don't know where the old York is. But I guess that makes us even, because anyone who knows Ravka would never pick "sunny" to describe it.
cell time
Who would have thought she might wind up missing embroidery?
Eddie is not inclined towards brooding silence, it seems, but even her own reluctance to be a particularly pleasant conversational partner falters in the face of this dreadful boredom.
"It's a torchlight. You are heading left, deeper into the dungeons." What? Trust her extensive dungeoning experience.
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Eddie wrinkles his nose, glancing across the cell at Cersei. Trust her to go for the depressing option. Still, he's nothing if not a wordsmith, so he just sighs and settles back.
"Left it is. I'm walking for a while this way. Good few minutes. Starting to wonder if I should maybe turn back at some point, and then I hear something in the darkness ahead. Sounds like someone crying. A kid, maybe."
Cell
She bounces against the bars, rattling them noisily. "Which way has more light to it?"
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"They're both about the same," he says confidently, like he had this all planned out. "You can't really tell. But from the left side there's the sound of running water, and the right side there's... the sound of wind."
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closed for jesper —
Not everyone, I don't think. But some of 'em, sure.
[ So. Maybe not a great idea in retrospect to attempt to engineer his own prison riot and thus endanger every other person locked up in this place, but in Eddie's defence, he didn't think it was going to work. ]
This your first time behind bars?