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ataraxionlogs2012-08-02 03:14 am
uncodlyawwesome) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-08-02 03:14 am
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[open] where is my mind?
CHARACTERS: Eridan Ampora & YOU!!
LOCATION: In the library, as well as up and down the halls near said library.
WARNINGS: Mentions of brainwashing, general post-assimilation woes, etc etc.
SUMMARY: Eridan doesn't know what to do with himself now that the assimilation has (somewhat) worn off. So, he wanders.
NOTES: Feel free to assume that by "halls near the library," I mean anywhere you can imagine your character running into Eridan. Seriously, just mention a different location and that's where he's wandered to. :) Dated to the day before jump, just to be safe.
Eridan's major regret in regards to the Strela Outpost Incident is that he allowed himself to be caught. He can't remember exactly what he'd been thinking, cornered in that tinywarm, lovely white room, but he's pretty sure he spent most of the hours in there berating himself for being so fucking obvious. He knows better now, though; he knows firsthand how to keep out of the way, become part of the school and not stand out or be too obvious. It'll be a good defense mechanism, if he remembers to use it.
Leaving the outpost had been the hardest thing to do in what felt like his entire life, though now he can't remember why, exactly. It had been fucking terrible, being a nameless number within some kind of fucked up groupthink type situation. Eridan prides himself in his individuality, after all, and getting stripped of that - of everything that was him - has left him with a sour feeling in his gut, like he swallowed some living, wriggling sea creature. It'll take a long while to digest, but he's got all the time in the world.
He'll get over it.
In the meantime, though, sitting in his room and watching people on the network has become some kind of chore. His room has become his during his stay aboard the Tranquility, and usually that's a good thing. He has a safe spot here, somewhere that's nearly entirely his and no one can take it from him. Lately, though, it feels too much like him - when he'd first gotten back into it after breaking through the haze of assimilation, it'd been kind of heartbreaking. It felt lonely and alone and very different from what he thinks he felt in Strela. That unease had faded over the last few days, but it still felt better to be walking, moving,left-right-left, getting his head to focus on things other than tiny white rooms and a quickly disappating feeling of belonging. So that's what he does - he wanders, pacing through halls and spending time in the library, downloading things about astrology and odysseys onto his communicator to read while he walks. A few articles on military history, shit like that. Things he likes, as an individual with good taste and a mind perfectly healthy and ready to learn. Things to get his mind off of everything.
He's going to get over it and move on and stop thinking about it. Really. The sooner, the better.
LOCATION: In the library, as well as up and down the halls near said library.
WARNINGS: Mentions of brainwashing, general post-assimilation woes, etc etc.
SUMMARY: Eridan doesn't know what to do with himself now that the assimilation has (somewhat) worn off. So, he wanders.
NOTES: Feel free to assume that by "halls near the library," I mean anywhere you can imagine your character running into Eridan. Seriously, just mention a different location and that's where he's wandered to. :) Dated to the day before jump, just to be safe.
Eridan's major regret in regards to the Strela Outpost Incident is that he allowed himself to be caught. He can't remember exactly what he'd been thinking, cornered in that tiny
Leaving the outpost had been the hardest thing to do in what felt like his entire life, though now he can't remember why, exactly. It had been fucking terrible, being a nameless number within some kind of fucked up groupthink type situation. Eridan prides himself in his individuality, after all, and getting stripped of that - of everything that was him - has left him with a sour feeling in his gut, like he swallowed some living, wriggling sea creature. It'll take a long while to digest, but he's got all the time in the world.
He'll get over it.
In the meantime, though, sitting in his room and watching people on the network has become some kind of chore. His room has become his during his stay aboard the Tranquility, and usually that's a good thing. He has a safe spot here, somewhere that's nearly entirely his and no one can take it from him. Lately, though, it feels too much like him - when he'd first gotten back into it after breaking through the haze of assimilation, it'd been kind of heartbreaking. It felt lonely and alone and very different from what he thinks he felt in Strela. That unease had faded over the last few days, but it still felt better to be walking, moving,
He's going to get over it and move on and stop thinking about it. Really. The sooner, the better.
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He shoves his hands in his pockets, rocking on his feet slightly. "Okay," he says, because what else is there to say. And promptly moves on.
"Haven't seen you around in a while," he says.
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...And he promptly shuts his eyes, scrunching up his face in the traditional expression of "wow-way-to-blurt-that-shit-out-bro".
The only thing going for him right now is the fact that he managed to keep his blunt remark flippant sounding. He tries to keep that going by adding, "Also been in my room readin' a lot. Fef mentioned some interestin' shit about horoscopes, so I'm readin' up on that." He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from rambling on about every last thing he's been using to (unsuccessfully) take his mind off of things.
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"Reading up on horoscopes because Fef mentioned it," he repeats. "So Fef's still around?" And associating with Eridan, despite the shouting match he'd witnessed when she'd initially come aboard.
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"It's good, though. That she's still here," Jack says, as casually as he can, knowing that Eridan has issues concerning people leaving him.
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"An' yeah, signs. Uh, that's right, none'a us havve our usual wwardrobes, so wwe havven't been runnin' around wwith them plastered all ovver us." Which, now that he thinks about it, that'd been kind of weird. ...Oh well. "Evvery troll has some kind'a sign associated to 'em dependin' on vvarious annoyin' factors that I don't really wwanna get into. Fef's is called Pisces - mine's Aquarius. I guess wwhen wwe set up our humans' univverse, it kinda got carried ovver."
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