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thecapitol2014-06-27 10:07 pm
wiredup) wrote in thecapitol2014-06-27 10:07 pm
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Who| Eddie and Open
What| Eddie during the last week
Where| Various, see prompt.
When| Ditto.
Warnings/Notes| Drug use, serious angst. Let me know if none of these work for you and you want an in.
Obligatory party prompt|
He didn't want to be here, and it was obvious.
Even still, generally Eddie was pretty good with faking it. He knew the score. But today, he couldn't muster the charming grin.
The party was obviously effected. Between people who were sick, and people who didn't want to become sick, the turn out wasn't the normal hopping bunch. Still, by no means was the party dead. He suspected that most the people he saw who had any common sense weren't here by choice.
That wasn't all that was on his mind though. He hadn't hard from Henry. Business or personal...the latter wouldn't worry him, but the former?
He had a bad feeling about it.
So he was brooding, but couldn't exactly be a wall flower. That wasn't in the schedule. So he was seeking out, if nothing else, like minded people to linger around. People he didn't have to be on for. He roved the party, drink in hand, seeking out other tributes, mentors, anyone who hadn't ever in their life bet money on which 13 year old would live the night.
Bad Eddie doing bad things|
Logical Eddie knew that being here wasn't the best idea. This place was full of sick people, and it was too easy to get caught doing what he was doing.
And lately, he had been much more worried about that than before. He had, on some level, been aiming to stop.
But logical Eddie was out the window. He had run out of morphling in the place he'd been saying. He couldn't reach Henry, he couldn't get a hold of his contacts, and he needed the peace. Right now, zen was in short supply, and he knew he could find some in a bottle.
So here he was, in his District suite, risking the various illnesses floating around, so he could get that little bit of zen. What he had here was injected, which was far from Eddie'd favorite method but, well...beggars couldn't be choosers. He sat on the bed, arm tied off, not having noticed his door hung ajar, prepping the morphling for injection.
Well fuck|
He was numb.
This wasn't something he could process.
One death, maybe he had a chance. Death wasn't anything new.
But everyone? Everyone he'd grown up with, everyone he'd interacted with at home. Every place he'd been, everything he'd seen, everything he'd known.
Gone.
He sat on the edge of the road he'd been wandering home from, staring straight ahead, his communicator sitting between his feet where he'd dropped it. With no sun to gauge time, he had no idea how long he'd been sitting there since hearing the broadcast.
Gone.
Everything was gone.
What| Eddie during the last week
Where| Various, see prompt.
When| Ditto.
Warnings/Notes| Drug use, serious angst. Let me know if none of these work for you and you want an in.
Obligatory party prompt|
He didn't want to be here, and it was obvious.
Even still, generally Eddie was pretty good with faking it. He knew the score. But today, he couldn't muster the charming grin.
The party was obviously effected. Between people who were sick, and people who didn't want to become sick, the turn out wasn't the normal hopping bunch. Still, by no means was the party dead. He suspected that most the people he saw who had any common sense weren't here by choice.
That wasn't all that was on his mind though. He hadn't hard from Henry. Business or personal...the latter wouldn't worry him, but the former?
He had a bad feeling about it.
So he was brooding, but couldn't exactly be a wall flower. That wasn't in the schedule. So he was seeking out, if nothing else, like minded people to linger around. People he didn't have to be on for. He roved the party, drink in hand, seeking out other tributes, mentors, anyone who hadn't ever in their life bet money on which 13 year old would live the night.
Bad Eddie doing bad things|
Logical Eddie knew that being here wasn't the best idea. This place was full of sick people, and it was too easy to get caught doing what he was doing.
And lately, he had been much more worried about that than before. He had, on some level, been aiming to stop.
But logical Eddie was out the window. He had run out of morphling in the place he'd been saying. He couldn't reach Henry, he couldn't get a hold of his contacts, and he needed the peace. Right now, zen was in short supply, and he knew he could find some in a bottle.
So here he was, in his District suite, risking the various illnesses floating around, so he could get that little bit of zen. What he had here was injected, which was far from Eddie'd favorite method but, well...beggars couldn't be choosers. He sat on the bed, arm tied off, not having noticed his door hung ajar, prepping the morphling for injection.
Well fuck|
He was numb.
This wasn't something he could process.
One death, maybe he had a chance. Death wasn't anything new.
But everyone? Everyone he'd grown up with, everyone he'd interacted with at home. Every place he'd been, everything he'd seen, everything he'd known.
Gone.
He sat on the edge of the road he'd been wandering home from, staring straight ahead, his communicator sitting between his feet where he'd dropped it. With no sun to gauge time, he had no idea how long he'd been sitting there since hearing the broadcast.
Gone.
Everything was gone.
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"I only can't believe they gave up their music players and tablets and high powered zit poppers." He mumbled, staring back down at the road between his feet. "They never gave a shit about us."
He suddenly let out a strange laugh.
"I guess there isn't an us anymore, is there?"
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"Theoretically speaking, now would be the time for all the districts to rebel because the capitol can't wipe them all out." Probably. "But they won't and I don't blame them."
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"They can try. They'd wipe us all out if it meant they lose. Fuck the human race."
He didn't know if it was true, but right now it certainly seemed true.
"You guys...I'm glad you got to see it." It did make him feel better. Just a little.
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