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Entry tags:
hang on to your dreams
Who: Adam Parrish (unknowable) and OPEN
What: Catch-all log for the month of February!
Where: Around the city
When: February 12-29 - put a date in your thread header if it matters!
Warnings: General stupid teenage boy-ness, swearing probably, possible mentions of violence
[a: scavenging]
[With a house full of teenage boys (and one raven) to feed, it's pretty normal for Adam to make supply runs, picking up whatever he can find from one of the many stores scattered around the city. It seems like the offerings are different every time he goes out, which at least makes it interesting. The basics can be counted on: strange, unfamilar fruit with occasional apples or oranges or bananas mixed in, cans of odd soups, boxes of various other foods. Right now, Adam is holding a box of cereal. The front says Fruit Spins in cursive print, and there's something that resembles a toucan but definitely isn't one.]
Well... I guess that's close enough.
[Adam's tone is extremely doubtful, but he looks like he's planning to take the box anyway.]
[b: park]
[It's not a forest, and it's not Cabeswater, but the trees in the park are real, and that offers Adam some kind of comfort. He misses home the same way he always has - shamefully, resentfully, angry at himself for letting Henrietta and the doublewide trailer he spent most of his life in have such a hold on him. He's always wanted to get out, desperately, always worked for that, but he wonders sometimes if there's no real way to shake the dust off his shoes. If, no matter where or how far he goes, there will always be some disgusting part of him that misses it.
But there's nothing wrong with missing Cabeswater. Well, it's with him, even now, but not the real thing. He can't walk under the trees or feel the pulse of the ley line. This is the closest he can get.
He lays on the grass under one of the trees, looking up at the light through the leaves. Like this, he can almost pretend he isn't in a cave. He can let his thoughts drift, let himself just be.
He almost falls asleep, until the sound of a footstep jolts him out of his reverie. He sits up, suddenly, and looking in that direction, a bit like a startled deer.]
[c: at home]
[Plenty of things to do at the raven boy house, which is not and never will be named something silly like Monmouth II. Adam tries to keep it a few steps below 'disaster area', which is not so very easy to do when they're all teenage boys and one of them is Ronan Lynch. He also tries to make sure they have food and other supplies - not out of a desire to take care of his friends, but out of his basic practical nature. Ronan doesn't care about these things at all, Gansey is too easily caught up in books and new amazing things, and Noah is a ghost. Adam might as well try to make sure they have dishes to eat off of and food to eat from those dishes.
Anyway, he does better when he has things to do. At home, Adam barely had an hour or two of free time here and there. Here, his time is free unless he fills it with things, and so he does, because he doesn't really know how to handle actual free time anymore.
Right now, he's in the kitchen, mundanely washing dishes. He figured the sink out long ago, at least, so that's good. He'll come to the door, if it's knocked on, or he'll allow himself to be disturbed, but otherwise - today Adam Parrish will be playing the part of underpaid (well, unpaid) dishwasher.]
[d: let me know if you'd like to do something else and I'll write up a starter for you!]
unknowable) and OPENWhat: Catch-all log for the month of February!
Where: Around the city
When: February 12-29 - put a date in your thread header if it matters!
Warnings: General stupid teenage boy-ness, swearing probably, possible mentions of violence
[a: scavenging]
[With a house full of teenage boys (and one raven) to feed, it's pretty normal for Adam to make supply runs, picking up whatever he can find from one of the many stores scattered around the city. It seems like the offerings are different every time he goes out, which at least makes it interesting. The basics can be counted on: strange, unfamilar fruit with occasional apples or oranges or bananas mixed in, cans of odd soups, boxes of various other foods. Right now, Adam is holding a box of cereal. The front says Fruit Spins in cursive print, and there's something that resembles a toucan but definitely isn't one.]
Well... I guess that's close enough.
[Adam's tone is extremely doubtful, but he looks like he's planning to take the box anyway.]
[b: park]
[It's not a forest, and it's not Cabeswater, but the trees in the park are real, and that offers Adam some kind of comfort. He misses home the same way he always has - shamefully, resentfully, angry at himself for letting Henrietta and the doublewide trailer he spent most of his life in have such a hold on him. He's always wanted to get out, desperately, always worked for that, but he wonders sometimes if there's no real way to shake the dust off his shoes. If, no matter where or how far he goes, there will always be some disgusting part of him that misses it.
But there's nothing wrong with missing Cabeswater. Well, it's with him, even now, but not the real thing. He can't walk under the trees or feel the pulse of the ley line. This is the closest he can get.
He lays on the grass under one of the trees, looking up at the light through the leaves. Like this, he can almost pretend he isn't in a cave. He can let his thoughts drift, let himself just be.
He almost falls asleep, until the sound of a footstep jolts him out of his reverie. He sits up, suddenly, and looking in that direction, a bit like a startled deer.]
[c: at home]
[Plenty of things to do at the raven boy house, which is not and never will be named something silly like Monmouth II. Adam tries to keep it a few steps below 'disaster area', which is not so very easy to do when they're all teenage boys and one of them is Ronan Lynch. He also tries to make sure they have food and other supplies - not out of a desire to take care of his friends, but out of his basic practical nature. Ronan doesn't care about these things at all, Gansey is too easily caught up in books and new amazing things, and Noah is a ghost. Adam might as well try to make sure they have dishes to eat off of and food to eat from those dishes.
Anyway, he does better when he has things to do. At home, Adam barely had an hour or two of free time here and there. Here, his time is free unless he fills it with things, and so he does, because he doesn't really know how to handle actual free time anymore.
Right now, he's in the kitchen, mundanely washing dishes. He figured the sink out long ago, at least, so that's good. He'll come to the door, if it's knocked on, or he'll allow himself to be disturbed, but otherwise - today Adam Parrish will be playing the part of underpaid (well, unpaid) dishwasher.]
[d: let me know if you'd like to do something else and I'll write up a starter for you!]
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He's something, that's for sure. Nice to meet you, Noishe.
[Enough weird stuff has happened in the last few months that Adam can take this in stride, more or less.]
I guess this is a good place to bring him. Lots of space to run around.
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lloyd smiles and nods. just oh so happy that two of his friends seem to be getting along with each other.]
Yeah, we used to live in a forest, and after that we were traveling around a lot, so he's not really used to being cramped up for too long. [he laughs and rubs the back of his head and adds:] He's kind of a wuss though, so I can't just let him run off on his own too much either.
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Yeah, you wouldn't want him to run into any monsters. It can be dangerous out here. But I haven't seen anything in awhile, so for now it's probably safe.
[Who knows about tomorrow? But Adam wouldn't be out here if he thought he might get attacked.]
What was it like where you lived before?
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I lived with my dad in the woods and I went to school with my friends in a small village just outside of the forest.
[a small, troubled frown forms on his face and he shakes his head slowly.]
And there was the temple and the Human Ranch.
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'Human Ranch'? That can't be good.
[Adam can't think of a context for those words that would be anywhere near good, frankly. He's just sort of hoping it doesn't involve cannibalism.]
What was it?
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and so much pain has.]
Desians had camps full of captured humans, and they used them to build things and grow exspheres. It's how my mom died. [he adds, touching the exsphere on the back of his hand almost absently before shaking his head.] Kind of.
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[He doesn't need to know anything about exspheres - or about Lloyd's world, really - to know that's awful. Adam can't offer much more than sympathy, but he'll offer that freely.]
I'm sorry about your mom. Why would they do that? Didn't people fight back?
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My friends and I, we could all fight, but most villages didn't have that many people that could.
And the Desians had magitech. Mana had been draining from my world for a really long time, just surviving was hard enough for some people without trying to fight against stuff that no one really understood.
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That makes sense. Sometimes surviving is all that anyone can do. Sometimes just that takes an act of courage.