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ataraxionlogs2012-12-13 05:58 pm
harriedosborn) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-12-13 05:58 pm
Entry tags:
just talk yourself up and tear yourself down
CHARACTERS: HARRY OSBORN and it's an open log!
LOCATION: Library.
WARNINGS: Doubtful but will edit as needed.
SUMMARY: After a nauseating and emotionally-tense first week Harry makes the effort to actually leave his room. Libraries are good places to unwind and socialize, right? Right.
NOTES: I'm flexible on time frame; specifying a date in your header would be helpful though!
It had been a rough week; not for just himself, Harry knew distantly, but of course he wasn't thinking in those terms. He'd been carrying himself in a dazed fugue, finding it simpler to just stay in his room with the lights off than try to make sense of his situation or think about what he'd just gotten away from -- what he'd left behind at home before he'd gone and lost consciousness altogether. He'd at least had some peace of mind knowing he'd done the right thing in the end, back then when everything was still confusing and cold and warped by anger and fear, but things weren't any less cold and confusing up here. Now he also had the added weight of loneliness, shock, survivor's guilt, and his hands had worryingly developed the tendency to almost always be unsteadily trembling.
But Harry was an adult, and he knew dwelling on despair and lying curled wouldn't solve anything. Whatever was really going on, it was his responsibility to deal with it like a man (like his father would say) and adapt. Easier said than done, but even as Harry left his room just to walk around he already felt a little better -- clearer minded. Dissociation settled over him again, but not in a bad way; maybe it was a slippery slope of a coping mechanism, but so far it was working just fine.
So when his walking finally led him to a library, Harry had let that numbness overtake him completely as he walked in. He picked something out at random to distract himself and sat down at one of the tables.
LOCATION: Library.
WARNINGS: Doubtful but will edit as needed.
SUMMARY: After a nauseating and emotionally-tense first week Harry makes the effort to actually leave his room. Libraries are good places to unwind and socialize, right? Right.
NOTES: I'm flexible on time frame; specifying a date in your header would be helpful though!
It had been a rough week; not for just himself, Harry knew distantly, but of course he wasn't thinking in those terms. He'd been carrying himself in a dazed fugue, finding it simpler to just stay in his room with the lights off than try to make sense of his situation or think about what he'd just gotten away from -- what he'd left behind at home before he'd gone and lost consciousness altogether. He'd at least had some peace of mind knowing he'd done the right thing in the end, back then when everything was still confusing and cold and warped by anger and fear, but things weren't any less cold and confusing up here. Now he also had the added weight of loneliness, shock, survivor's guilt, and his hands had worryingly developed the tendency to almost always be unsteadily trembling.
But Harry was an adult, and he knew dwelling on despair and lying curled wouldn't solve anything. Whatever was really going on, it was his responsibility to deal with it like a man (like his father would say) and adapt. Easier said than done, but even as Harry left his room just to walk around he already felt a little better -- clearer minded. Dissociation settled over him again, but not in a bad way; maybe it was a slippery slope of a coping mechanism, but so far it was working just fine.
So when his walking finally led him to a library, Harry had let that numbness overtake him completely as he walked in. He picked something out at random to distract himself and sat down at one of the tables.