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entrancelogs2014-06-27 06:51 pm
wordvomit) wrote in entrancelogs2014-06-27 06:51 pm
[OPEN] your very own mental breakdown
Who: Ned the Pie Maker and YOU
Where: first-floor kitchen
When: FIRST DAY OF THE EVENT; June 27th
Rating: PG to PG-13
Summary: kjsbdjLKADHJFKMWHY
The Story:
Why?
[Ned awoke to the event feeling the same way he does every other day when he wakes up: normal, slightly sluggish, and needing a quiet jolt of caffeine to his system. The abnormality in the early morning rise came in the form of a bona-fide swarm of diminutive dogs - puppies, to be exact - all of whom looked exactly like miniature versions of Digby.
But it isn't the frequent in-kitchen canine collisions that have him so bent out of shape, like a pipe cleaner twisted too far to be returned to its original perfectly pointy and straight form. No, it is that Ned has retrieved his usual assortment of rotten fruit from a special cooler in the back, intending to bake them into today's batch of pies, and that his first touch to a particularly moldy strawberry has yielded...
...nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
The power that has plagued him, consumed his life and dictated his actions for so long, is simply...gone. That cannot be, he thinks, reaching for a handful of blueberries and, for his troubles, receives nothing more than mildew and mush.]
No.
[The kiwis, the bananas, the cherries and apples. All of them, the same result. All of them varying unappetizing shades of brown, gray, and green.
Ned is not yet certain what frustrates him more, the fact that his terrifying Gift refuses to work in a place where no one knows him, or the fact that his terrifying Gift refuses to work and he isn't at home in The Pie Hole, with Chuck, pulling her into a kiss to celebrate his ability to touch her the way he never could.]
No, no no no...no, not here. Why- ...why?! Why now? Why not- wh-why not...
[Why not at home, where it really matters most?]
Where: first-floor kitchen
When: FIRST DAY OF THE EVENT; June 27th
Rating: PG to PG-13
Summary: kjsbdjLKADHJFKMWHY
The Story:
Why?
[Ned awoke to the event feeling the same way he does every other day when he wakes up: normal, slightly sluggish, and needing a quiet jolt of caffeine to his system. The abnormality in the early morning rise came in the form of a bona-fide swarm of diminutive dogs - puppies, to be exact - all of whom looked exactly like miniature versions of Digby.
But it isn't the frequent in-kitchen canine collisions that have him so bent out of shape, like a pipe cleaner twisted too far to be returned to its original perfectly pointy and straight form. No, it is that Ned has retrieved his usual assortment of rotten fruit from a special cooler in the back, intending to bake them into today's batch of pies, and that his first touch to a particularly moldy strawberry has yielded...
...nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
The power that has plagued him, consumed his life and dictated his actions for so long, is simply...gone. That cannot be, he thinks, reaching for a handful of blueberries and, for his troubles, receives nothing more than mildew and mush.]
No.
[The kiwis, the bananas, the cherries and apples. All of them, the same result. All of them varying unappetizing shades of brown, gray, and green.
Ned is not yet certain what frustrates him more, the fact that his terrifying Gift refuses to work in a place where no one knows him, or the fact that his terrifying Gift refuses to work and he isn't at home in The Pie Hole, with Chuck, pulling her into a kiss to celebrate his ability to touch her the way he never could.]
No, no no no...no, not here. Why- ...why?! Why now? Why not- wh-why not...
[Why not at home, where it really matters most?]
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... My ability, to hear waves... I've had it since I was a child. But back then, I couldn't control it. So... I was always hearing everyone's waves. It was like a theater of people in my mind, every day. I couldn't go outside, as all the voices made me so sick...
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I guess...being assaulted by people's emotions all the time could get...could get stressful.
[Not that Ned has experience in that.]
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But at school... I was bullied. They called me a witch. The children held me down, and told me witches eat lizards... so they forced one down my throat.
The leader of the boys... He laughed so hard. And in that moment, all I wanted was for him to die.
... And he almost did.
[She closes her eyes.]
... My powers stopped his heart. He was in the hospital for a long time.
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Similarly, Ned remembers being bullied - and beaten up, but that only took one time to get him to keep from interacting too intimately with other students. He never wished an extreme amount of ill will on the boys, although he resented them, and hearing that Hana blames herself for someone's near-death experience is uncomfortably familiar.
Except his accident ended in two actual deaths. It could be waved away as a coincidence, that the boy Hana disliked so much simply had a weak heart and it had nothing to do with her power, but Ned knows not to be that optimistic.]
...did he come out okay?