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Well one of us has to go somewhere and I'm not going over there to make out.
[ when julie reaches out toward him, eddie doesn't flinch or lean away, but he does tense up a little bit, unsure of her intention. it's subtle, and mostly contained to his torso - there are dozens and dozens of ugly scars hidden under his clothes, and he'd prefer that they stay that way for many reasons, so it's instinct to want to shy away from anyone who gets too close these days. especially people who just - don't know about what happened to him back home.
but julie just touches his shirt and it really seems to dawn on eddie in that moment that he really must look like a goddamn horror show. he knows he's basically painted red, and it's not the first time his clothes have been stuck to him with his or someone else's blood, but it's the first time he's really stopped to consider what it looks like to someone else. outside of a trial, where it doesn't really feel all that out of place, considering.
eddie wets his lips and looks up from her hand at his shirt, his voice quiet. ] It's, uh... not mine. [ well. ] Most of it.
[ a lot of it is leon's. after that girl snapped him ten way to fucking sunday and left him there, eddie had found whatever fucking courage he could muster and swooped in to see if there was anything he could do to help him, panic and fear choking him up as he dragged his body into his lap and begged him to get up, promised him he was gonna be okay, knowing in the back of his mind that leon wouldn't be getting back up again. not until everyone else was dead, or someone got the gates open and the entity called for the end. ]
but julie just touches his shirt and it really seems to dawn on eddie in that moment that he really must look like a goddamn horror show. he knows he's basically painted red, and it's not the first time his clothes have been stuck to him with his or someone else's blood, but it's the first time he's really stopped to consider what it looks like to someone else. outside of a trial, where it doesn't really feel all that out of place, considering.
eddie wets his lips and looks up from her hand at his shirt, his voice quiet. ] It's, uh... not mine. [ well. ] Most of it.
[ a lot of it is leon's. after that girl snapped him ten way to fucking sunday and left him there, eddie had found whatever fucking courage he could muster and swooped in to see if there was anything he could do to help him, panic and fear choking him up as he dragged his body into his lap and begged him to get up, promised him he was gonna be okay, knowing in the back of his mind that leon wouldn't be getting back up again. not until everyone else was dead, or someone got the gates open and the entity called for the end. ]
( from here. )
[ eddie's mouth opens in semi-mock offense when julie steals the cigarette's from him, looking at her with mild disbelief. he's the one who came out here - by himself! - to snoop around for shit to bring back to camp (sure, mostly for himself, but if he'd found anything he thought could be useful for someone else, he wouldn't have hesitated to bring whatever back for them), and she's claiming a finder's fee? for what? finding him, when he specifically said she could and should wait by the gates if she was insisting on coming to get him?
eddie scoffs, reaching for the cigarettes. ]
Finder's fee my ass, Jules, you didn't—
[ but julie freezes instead of jerking her hand away the way eddie was expecting her too, and that's enough to make him pause too, eyebrows furrowing when julie practically ignores him and spins around. it has not slipped eddie's mind that they're not exactly safe from the nightmare monstrosity that apparently lives here, but it's been pretty quiet, and from the handful of times eddie's had to face that thing, he's learned that it doesn't really come quietly.
also in his few encounters, eddie has been fortunate in that he hasn't seen it in its... festive form, so when he catches a very very brief glimpse of white in the distance, shifting behind some trees and brush, he mistakes it for something far less harmful. ]
It's - that's a snowman. Someone's - probably just fucking around.
[ but julie's got her knife out, and if he knows anything about julie - which is admittedly, not very much and not as much as he would like to know - it's that she doesn't spook easily, and she's not stupid. the way she backs up toward him, broadening herself to act like a shield between eddie and whatever it is she thinks she saw, it's enough to convince eddie that maybe she knows better.
eddie shoves the disposable camera in his back pocket and curls his hand in the bend of julie's elbow, pulling her along with him as he starts to move, backing away from the scattering of cars toward some fences close by. ]
C'mon. Not without you.
[ she's seen eddie bloodied up countless times at this point, it shouldn't stand out to her, and yet here julie is frowning at the thought of whatever happened to him in that trial. it's different outside a trial, it's real then. she trails her fingertips on along the outline of one of those bloodstains. ]
We've got a bathroom if you want-- [ wait. she gasps suddenly and sits up straight. ] I've got something for you. Just-- stay there.
[ despite the situation, she looks a little excited as she pulls herself up off the couch. about to rush off back to her room unless eddie protests. ]
We've got a bathroom if you want-- [ wait. she gasps suddenly and sits up straight. ] I've got something for you. Just-- stay there.
[ despite the situation, she looks a little excited as she pulls herself up off the couch. about to rush off back to her room unless eddie protests. ]
[ eddie's already confused enough about there being a bathroom ( of course there's a bathroom, what kind of ski lodge wouldn't have a fucking bathroom? it's probably behind one of those locked doors nobody can ever get through during a trial ) that julie supposedly having something for him just - confuses him even more. he doesn't protest, just looks at her with pinched brows and very mild uncertainty. curiosity, too. what the hell could someone possibly have for him here?
eddie blinks at her, still absently picking at the front of his shirt, stiff and tacky. ]
O... kay? Okay.
eddie blinks at her, still absently picking at the front of his shirt, stiff and tacky. ]
O... kay? Okay.
[ she's only gone a few minutes, long enough to dig around in the bedroom for the sweater she finally did actually make for him, a brief smile on her face when she thinks about frank making fun of her when she ruined two other shirts trying to get this right, and comes back out. ]
[ she briefly thinks about telling eddie to close his eyes so she can surprise him with it, but what actually happens is-- ] Hey, catch. [ julie balls up the sweater and throws it at his head from the balcony. ]
[ she briefly thinks about telling eddie to close his eyes so she can surprise him with it, but what actually happens is-- ] Hey, catch. [ julie balls up the sweater and throws it at his head from the balcony. ]
[ while julie's gone, eddie takes a minute to just - look around the place, for once. he's been here a handful of times before, but never outside of a trial, and never without the threat death hot on his heels, never with nothing to do to make sure nobody dies. he's never had the time (or the desire, honestly) to pay attention to the smaller details - like the fact that there's a whole-ass bar here. he's climbed through that window who knows how many times, and it's just - never registered to him until now.
there's plenty of other shit he's noticed before now, but has never really thought too hard about. skis, for instance, but there's no mountain nearby that he knows of, so - on theme, but kind of pointless otherwise.
julie's not gone for long, and eddie looks up at the sound of her footsteps from up above him, and just barely reacts in time to fling a hand out to catch the ball of fabric she hurls at him. it's quite obvious that it's a shirt, which only confuses him more because julie mad it sound like she had something specifically for him, and not just like - a logical replacement for his mucked up shirt, but. he's not gonna complain.
eddie sits stands up, starts to shake out the shirt, and pauses when he finally gets a look at the front of it. it's - the fucking DARE shirt they joked about. eddie can't help but laugh at it, quiet but genuine as he holds it out in front of him. he looks up at julie again after a moment, and he says, like an idiot: ]
... You made me a shirt.
[ because it's too specific to be something she just happened to find somewhere in one of the realms. ]
there's plenty of other shit he's noticed before now, but has never really thought too hard about. skis, for instance, but there's no mountain nearby that he knows of, so - on theme, but kind of pointless otherwise.
julie's not gone for long, and eddie looks up at the sound of her footsteps from up above him, and just barely reacts in time to fling a hand out to catch the ball of fabric she hurls at him. it's quite obvious that it's a shirt, which only confuses him more because julie mad it sound like she had something specifically for him, and not just like - a logical replacement for his mucked up shirt, but. he's not gonna complain.
eddie sits stands up, starts to shake out the shirt, and pauses when he finally gets a look at the front of it. it's - the fucking DARE shirt they joked about. eddie can't help but laugh at it, quiet but genuine as he holds it out in front of him. he looks up at julie again after a moment, and he says, like an idiot: ]
... You made me a shirt.
[ because it's too specific to be something she just happened to find somewhere in one of the realms. ]
[ aside from the slight movements of her head as she tries to figure out where the dredge went, she stands rigid on the spot, like a cat that's spotted something it really doesn't like. she doesn't move initially when he pulls on her arm, only when she thinks she sees it moving in the house does she turn toward him and start to move in the direction of the gate. ]
If it comes for us you better run your ass out of here. [ julie is generally firm in the things she says, serious and unwavering when she needs to be, but stern isn't a tone she takes often. ] I'm faster than both of you, I'll be fine.
[ never mind they're talking about a malevolent manifestation of rage and fear that has a much tighter link with the entity than her and also can teleport, though without a ton of lockers littered around the place julie doubts it can do much in that regard. she just knows she's not leaving eddie to that thing if she can do something about it, even if 'something' happens to be occupying its attention by dying horribly. ]
[ she's just... not going to think about what it means that she finds herself so often worried about this guy. ]
If it comes for us you better run your ass out of here. [ julie is generally firm in the things she says, serious and unwavering when she needs to be, but stern isn't a tone she takes often. ] I'm faster than both of you, I'll be fine.
[ never mind they're talking about a malevolent manifestation of rage and fear that has a much tighter link with the entity than her and also can teleport, though without a ton of lockers littered around the place julie doubts it can do much in that regard. she just knows she's not leaving eddie to that thing if she can do something about it, even if 'something' happens to be occupying its attention by dying horribly. ]
[ she's just... not going to think about what it means that she finds herself so often worried about this guy. ]
I said I would.
[ and maybe it took a while of julie huffing and puffing over one wrecked shirt before frank pointed out to her that ormond is literally full of bags of luggage and there's probably shirts in there that she could use, don't worry about it. what's important is the way julie smiles, bright and wide at the look on eddie's face when he holds up the shirt. ]
[ she comes back down the stairs and throws herself down on the couch next to eddie, sitting sideways again so she can face him, and pulls a foot up on the couch. ]
So if you want to get cleaned up or whatever, you've got a clean shirt to change into.
[ and maybe it took a while of julie huffing and puffing over one wrecked shirt before frank pointed out to her that ormond is literally full of bags of luggage and there's probably shirts in there that she could use, don't worry about it. what's important is the way julie smiles, bright and wide at the look on eddie's face when he holds up the shirt. ]
[ she comes back down the stairs and throws herself down on the couch next to eddie, sitting sideways again so she can face him, and pulls a foot up on the couch. ]
So if you want to get cleaned up or whatever, you've got a clean shirt to change into.
[ eddie gently balls the shirt up in his hands again, still kind of genuinely surprised that julie followed through on a dumb joke. not that eddie didn't have plans to make her a shirt too, once he got his hands on all the right shit (stealing harrington's green sweater was also not a joke), but it's just - surprising. and nice, even if eddie's kind of iffy on the bleach-dye, but only because he's just - never really worn anything like it before.
when julie sits again and tells him he's free to clean up, eddie hesitates for a second, then lets go of the shirt with one hand to kind of gesture in two different directions with a finger. ]
Where's, uh...?
[ the bathroom. where is the bathroom. ]
when julie sits again and tells him he's free to clean up, eddie hesitates for a second, then lets go of the shirt with one hand to kind of gesture in two different directions with a finger. ]
Where's, uh...?
[ the bathroom. where is the bathroom. ]
Edited (maybe it is bed time) 2023-01-03 22:47 (UTC)
Oh, right.
[ of course he wouldn't know where the bathrooms are, they can't get to them in trials, she doesn't know why so don't ask. she twists in her seat and points out a door by one of the flights of stairs, (and, uh. the giant fucking hole in the wall. great joke from the entity putting the hole next to the shower.) ]
It's kinda cramped, but it's a shower.
[ she says that much with a slightly awkward laugh, oddly self-conscious about the whole thing suddenly. it's kind of dim and dingy in there, but they keep it clean and uncluttered — julie would kill everyone if they didn't — and there's a bathtub with a shower, and a sink. and it's got surprisingly more headroom than one might expect, which is probably why that's the one with the shower. ]
[ of course he wouldn't know where the bathrooms are, they can't get to them in trials, she doesn't know why so don't ask. she twists in her seat and points out a door by one of the flights of stairs, (and, uh. the giant fucking hole in the wall. great joke from the entity putting the hole next to the shower.) ]
It's kinda cramped, but it's a shower.
[ she says that much with a slightly awkward laugh, oddly self-conscious about the whole thing suddenly. it's kind of dim and dingy in there, but they keep it clean and uncluttered — julie would kill everyone if they didn't — and there's a bathtub with a shower, and a sink. and it's got surprisingly more headroom than one might expect, which is probably why that's the one with the shower. ]
[ the last time eddie had a proper shower was— well, he can't remember, honestly. probably the same morning everything went to shit back home - you know, when a cheerleader came to him looking for some relief and ended up dead in the middle of his living room. washing off in the lake is... fine. it gets the job done as far as cleaning off blood and guts and sometimes vomit, but the possibility of an actual shower feels like a dream.
eddie nods his head once, then somewhat awkwardly gets up. he murmurs a quiet be right back, and then he's off with his new shirt in the direction of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
it's weird, once inside. eddie stands there, staring at the door like he doesn't know what to do with himself, shirt still clutched in one hand. after a moment, he turns around on his heels, and startles a little at his own reflection in the mirror above the sink. eddie averts his eyes quickly, not interested in seeing himself covered in someone else's blood. not interested in knowing what he might have looked like to anyone who might have found him back home, if anyone even found him at all. to this day, eddie still feels sick and guilty every time he thinks about henderson's stupid crying face hovering above him.
gritting his teeth a little, eddie drapes his clean shirt over the edge of the sink and then turns away from the mirror slightly so he can peel his jacket and his bloodied shirt off. now that he's alone, it's easy to kind of backslide a little, his thoughts drifting back to the trial. to leon, and the girl who just - fucking folded him up like paper before dropping him like - well, like dead weight. eddie takes a deep, shaking breath and turns back to the sink, purposely avoiding looking at his own reflection. he moves the clean shirt out of the way, then turns on the sink and shoves his hellfire shirt under the water, watching the water turn a rusty brownish-pink color as the blood starts to come out of it and swirl down the drain.
a minute ago, a shower sounded like a goddamn miracle, but now eddie's not sure he has the energy for it. if he deserves a luxury like that when people are dead. in the end, he skips the shower entirely. rinses and wrings out his club shirt so he can use it as a washcloth, wiping and dabbing as much of the dried blood off of his skin as he can. when he's done, he wrings his shirt out again, turns off the sink, and reaches for his new shirt. it's such a stupid thing, but it does make him laugh a little, a quiet breath escaping through his nose as he pulls it on.
even all cleaned up, eddie does not look at himself. he takes his wet shirt and his jacket and about five minutes after slinking off, eddie steps out of the bathroom. he clears his throat, slowly making his way back toward the couch, and the fireplace. ]
Is it, uh. Is it cool if I like - drape this? To dry.
[ his hellfire shirt, he means, lifting his hand and giving it a little shake just in case it's not clear. ]
eddie nods his head once, then somewhat awkwardly gets up. he murmurs a quiet be right back, and then he's off with his new shirt in the direction of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
it's weird, once inside. eddie stands there, staring at the door like he doesn't know what to do with himself, shirt still clutched in one hand. after a moment, he turns around on his heels, and startles a little at his own reflection in the mirror above the sink. eddie averts his eyes quickly, not interested in seeing himself covered in someone else's blood. not interested in knowing what he might have looked like to anyone who might have found him back home, if anyone even found him at all. to this day, eddie still feels sick and guilty every time he thinks about henderson's stupid crying face hovering above him.
gritting his teeth a little, eddie drapes his clean shirt over the edge of the sink and then turns away from the mirror slightly so he can peel his jacket and his bloodied shirt off. now that he's alone, it's easy to kind of backslide a little, his thoughts drifting back to the trial. to leon, and the girl who just - fucking folded him up like paper before dropping him like - well, like dead weight. eddie takes a deep, shaking breath and turns back to the sink, purposely avoiding looking at his own reflection. he moves the clean shirt out of the way, then turns on the sink and shoves his hellfire shirt under the water, watching the water turn a rusty brownish-pink color as the blood starts to come out of it and swirl down the drain.
a minute ago, a shower sounded like a goddamn miracle, but now eddie's not sure he has the energy for it. if he deserves a luxury like that when people are dead. in the end, he skips the shower entirely. rinses and wrings out his club shirt so he can use it as a washcloth, wiping and dabbing as much of the dried blood off of his skin as he can. when he's done, he wrings his shirt out again, turns off the sink, and reaches for his new shirt. it's such a stupid thing, but it does make him laugh a little, a quiet breath escaping through his nose as he pulls it on.
even all cleaned up, eddie does not look at himself. he takes his wet shirt and his jacket and about five minutes after slinking off, eddie steps out of the bathroom. he clears his throat, slowly making his way back toward the couch, and the fireplace. ]
Is it, uh. Is it cool if I like - drape this? To dry.
[ his hellfire shirt, he means, lifting his hand and giving it a little shake just in case it's not clear. ]
[ eddie lets go of julie's arm only after she starts moving, but he doesn't drift very far from her nor does he let her linger too far behind. if he's learned about - splitting up, at least back home, it's that it doesn't typically end well. it's just something he knows from experience.
creeping into a jungle gym of fences, eddie casts julie a look like he think she's a little bit crazy - which, he does, that's not a new observation, he's just making it evident in this moment. ]
What are you gonna do, fight it? It'll eat you alive, dude. [ eddie says this casually, but there's nothing casual about it. the dredge creeps him the fuck out, and what does eddie do when he's scared? he either screeches like an idiot... or he copes with sarcasm and humor. he flings out a hand, peering around the edge of a fence and then glancing back at julie. ] And between the two of us, I'm more experienced.
[ at... being eaten alive. it's funny, if you know what happened to him. and by funny, it's really just fucked up and traumatic and not really that funny at all. regardless, eddie doesn't elaborate and he doesn't expect julie to understand, either. instead, he looks back around the edge of the fence again, and murmurs:]
I want those cigarettes back. We can split 'em. Finder's fee.
[ he makes a sound like he's sucking his teeth. like he's unimpressed. but! it looks like the coast is clear for now, so eddie keeps moving, waving julie along. ]
creeping into a jungle gym of fences, eddie casts julie a look like he think she's a little bit crazy - which, he does, that's not a new observation, he's just making it evident in this moment. ]
What are you gonna do, fight it? It'll eat you alive, dude. [ eddie says this casually, but there's nothing casual about it. the dredge creeps him the fuck out, and what does eddie do when he's scared? he either screeches like an idiot... or he copes with sarcasm and humor. he flings out a hand, peering around the edge of a fence and then glancing back at julie. ] And between the two of us, I'm more experienced.
[ at... being eaten alive. it's funny, if you know what happened to him. and by funny, it's really just fucked up and traumatic and not really that funny at all. regardless, eddie doesn't elaborate and he doesn't expect julie to understand, either. instead, he looks back around the edge of the fence again, and murmurs:]
I want those cigarettes back. We can split 'em. Finder's fee.
[ he makes a sound like he's sucking his teeth. like he's unimpressed. but! it looks like the coast is clear for now, so eddie keeps moving, waving julie along. ]
[ julie watches a little pensively as eddie heads to the bathroom, the weird urge to call out and ask if he needs help strikes when the door closes behind him and she rolls her eyes at herself. help with what? he's grown, she's pretty sure the guy knows how to wash himself. her mother's voice rolls around in the back of her head, telling her it's just good manners for a host to offer to help their guest and berating her for not offering to make him a coffee or some shit like this is just a normal day in a normal place and she didn't find the guy halfway having a panic attack in a broken down ski lodge. ]
[ a minute or two of staring at the bathroom door like a creep passes and julie eventually makes herself get up, takes herself upstairs to grab a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and drops down onto the couch when she comes back. all of it is really just ways to keep her mind occupied and off the fact that having someone here makes her more anxious than she would've expected, but that's probably all there is to it. just don't think too hard on it. ]
[ she's curled into the corner of the couch that eddie had been in when he comes out of the bathroom sooner than expected, and julie looks over, unable to hide the little smile seeing him in that stupid shirt puts on her face. ]
Uh-- sure. Yeah.
[ she gestures to the fireplace and the space around it like he needs help finding it. excellent job, jules. ]
[ a minute or two of staring at the bathroom door like a creep passes and julie eventually makes herself get up, takes herself upstairs to grab a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and drops down onto the couch when she comes back. all of it is really just ways to keep her mind occupied and off the fact that having someone here makes her more anxious than she would've expected, but that's probably all there is to it. just don't think too hard on it. ]
[ she's curled into the corner of the couch that eddie had been in when he comes out of the bathroom sooner than expected, and julie looks over, unable to hide the little smile seeing him in that stupid shirt puts on her face. ]
Uh-- sure. Yeah.
[ she gestures to the fireplace and the space around it like he needs help finding it. excellent job, jules. ]
[ with julie's permission, eddie moves along the side of the couch, stepping over the broken glass from the bottle he shattered when he first got here and thought there was a good chance he was about to be attacked. he makes a mental note to pick all of that up at some point before he leaves, and drapes his damp shirt over one of the short wooden posts protruding from the brick above the fire grating, out of the way but hopefully close enough that the heat'll dry it.
when he turns back, eddie leaves his jacket over the back of the couch, and he's only semi-awkward for a second or two before he sits back down on the couch with julie, taking up the opposite side. not quite in the corner, but not quite in the middle and all up in julie's space. he sinks down a little, sagging into the cushions much like he had been before, but this time he seems a little bit more comfortable now that he's not wearing someone else's blood.
eddie lulls his head to look at julie, notes the cigarettes in her hand, and puts his own hand out. he curls his fingers, silently asking for one. ]
Not a bad job.
[ he says about the shirt, smiling at her a little. he still looks... very tired, but the melt down from earlier is mostly behind him for now. ]
when he turns back, eddie leaves his jacket over the back of the couch, and he's only semi-awkward for a second or two before he sits back down on the couch with julie, taking up the opposite side. not quite in the corner, but not quite in the middle and all up in julie's space. he sinks down a little, sagging into the cushions much like he had been before, but this time he seems a little bit more comfortable now that he's not wearing someone else's blood.
eddie lulls his head to look at julie, notes the cigarettes in her hand, and puts his own hand out. he curls his fingers, silently asking for one. ]
Not a bad job.
[ he says about the shirt, smiling at her a little. he still looks... very tired, but the melt down from earlier is mostly behind him for now. ]
[ julie gives eddie a confused look, but she assumes he means because of trials and stuff. and that's fair enough, she supposes. she's never had to do what they do in trials — not that she's never had to run and hide from other killers, but it's different, she knows that. ]
[ but still-- ] You that eager for another death, Munson? [ she shoves his shoulder to punctuate. following through the fence maze. ] Based on how easy you are to catch, I'd say I've got a better chance keeping that thing occupied than you.
[ he's a support class and that's fine. let the rogue handle it. things she'd say if she cared enough to learn about d&d. ]
[ but still-- ] You that eager for another death, Munson? [ she shoves his shoulder to punctuate. following through the fence maze. ] Based on how easy you are to catch, I'd say I've got a better chance keeping that thing occupied than you.
[ he's a support class and that's fine. let the rogue handle it. things she'd say if she cared enough to learn about d&d. ]
[ eddie whirls on his heel so fast that his dumb hair flairs out around him a little, and he fixes julie with a look. it's clear by the brief flash of mischief in his eyes that he's not being that serious, but he puts on a serious face anyway and scrunches his eyebrows up at her. ]
I'm easy to catch because I let you catch me like - seventy-five percent of the time.
[ they both know that's not true. eddie's not entirely useless when it comes to taking chase, but he's definitely not as good as, say, david or meg, and when julie catches him it's definitely because she's faster and outplayed him. he's really not that eager to die again, in a trial or here in this dumb garden with a meat monster creeping around somewhere.
eddie turns back around again, and just as he's about to step out of the rectangle of fences, he hears the not so distant sound of a dozen agonized voices. way too fucking close for comfort, but that thing could be a football field away and eddie would still hate it. he freezes, spins on his heel again and instinctively braces a hand against julie's ribs so she won't move, leaned in close. he says nothing, but the look he gives her, eyes serious and jaw tight, should say enough. ]
I'm easy to catch because I let you catch me like - seventy-five percent of the time.
[ they both know that's not true. eddie's not entirely useless when it comes to taking chase, but he's definitely not as good as, say, david or meg, and when julie catches him it's definitely because she's faster and outplayed him. he's really not that eager to die again, in a trial or here in this dumb garden with a meat monster creeping around somewhere.
eddie turns back around again, and just as he's about to step out of the rectangle of fences, he hears the not so distant sound of a dozen agonized voices. way too fucking close for comfort, but that thing could be a football field away and eddie would still hate it. he freezes, spins on his heel again and instinctively braces a hand against julie's ribs so she won't move, leaned in close. he says nothing, but the look he gives her, eyes serious and jaw tight, should say enough. ]
[ so he didn't shower. there's no way anyone with that much hair could be anything other than absolutely soaked if they did, but he looks better at least. or maybe it's just the lack of blood covering him now, but that's an improvement too. ]
[ her eyes track over his face, trying to figure out how he's feeling right now, and she leans toward him to hand over the pack and a lighter. ]
I'm glad you think so, because you're actually contractually obliged to love it actually.
[ her eyes track over his face, trying to figure out how he's feeling right now, and she leans toward him to hand over the pack and a lighter. ]
I'm glad you think so, because you're actually contractually obliged to love it actually.
Contractually obligated, huh. [ his eyebrows lift, and he pauses with his hand on the cigarettes, the crushed paper connecting the two of them. eddie laughs a little under his breath, the corners of his mouth pulling with a half smile.
truthfully, it's a really dope shirt, though half of the reason he likes it at all is because it's an inside joke between them. the other half is because it's hand made - because she put in the effort to bring a dumb joke to life, when she was not contractually obligated to do so. he says it's not a bad job, but he's pretty pleased.
eddie slides the lighter and the cigarettes out of her hand, bringing the pack up to his face so he can pluck one free with his mouth. he hands the cigarettes back, gets his own lit in two attempts and then holds the lighter back out to her as well. finally, he turns a little sideways so he's facing julie, lifting his arm a bit so he can rest it along the back of the couch.
he inhales a cloud of smoke, tilts his chin down and to the side a bit to exhale away from them, then wets his lips before he looks back up. he leans his cheek against his arm, blinks a bit sleepily. ] I don't remember signing shit.
[ he smiles, lazy and teasing. ]
Guess it doesn't matter though. [ and then, quieter. ] I do kinda love it.
truthfully, it's a really dope shirt, though half of the reason he likes it at all is because it's an inside joke between them. the other half is because it's hand made - because she put in the effort to bring a dumb joke to life, when she was not contractually obligated to do so. he says it's not a bad job, but he's pretty pleased.
eddie slides the lighter and the cigarettes out of her hand, bringing the pack up to his face so he can pluck one free with his mouth. he hands the cigarettes back, gets his own lit in two attempts and then holds the lighter back out to her as well. finally, he turns a little sideways so he's facing julie, lifting his arm a bit so he can rest it along the back of the couch.
he inhales a cloud of smoke, tilts his chin down and to the side a bit to exhale away from them, then wets his lips before he looks back up. he leans his cheek against his arm, blinks a bit sleepily. ] I don't remember signing shit.
[ he smiles, lazy and teasing. ]
Guess it doesn't matter though. [ and then, quieter. ] I do kinda love it.
[ julie just about manages to stop herself walking straight into eddie when he stops and whirls around, closes her eyes and tilts her head with a reluctant smile to stop herself from laughing and gives him another light shove for his trouble. ]
Whatever you say, Munson. [ he's more like morel than thomas, which is fine. kind of a pain actually because it means things are more likely to get done when he's there, getting thrown in with a team of four runners is kind of the ideal, even if it makes the trial like ten times longer. ]
[ she's pulled out of thoughts on trials and how every survivor is a special kind of nuisance by the approaching chorus of wails, and it really doesn't take much to make her stay still in that moment. back pressed flat to the fence, julie's grip tightens on her knife and she turns her head to try and listen for when it hopefully passes them by. something catches her eye though and she looks back up at eddie to get his attention and gestures to a treehouse a little bit away with a jut of her chin, hoping he catches her thoughts here. they can hide out up there without too much worry until it's safe to beeline it out of this place. ]
Whatever you say, Munson. [ he's more like morel than thomas, which is fine. kind of a pain actually because it means things are more likely to get done when he's there, getting thrown in with a team of four runners is kind of the ideal, even if it makes the trial like ten times longer. ]
[ she's pulled out of thoughts on trials and how every survivor is a special kind of nuisance by the approaching chorus of wails, and it really doesn't take much to make her stay still in that moment. back pressed flat to the fence, julie's grip tightens on her knife and she turns her head to try and listen for when it hopefully passes them by. something catches her eye though and she looks back up at eddie to get his attention and gestures to a treehouse a little bit away with a jut of her chin, hoping he catches her thoughts here. they can hide out up there without too much worry until it's safe to beeline it out of this place. ]
[ there's a joke about signing in blood that makes it all the way to the tip of julie's tongue before she catches it, but she does and swallows it back down with an inhale of smoke. which is honestly pretty good for her, she doesn't often catch those jokes before she says them these days. ]
[ which is good, because it means she hears eddie says he kinda loves it and that makes julie smile. wide and stupid for a moment, and she turns her head to look away for a moment while she wills the heat on her face not to turn into a blush because she'd really hate to kill eddie in his new shirt. ]
... Good. [ ahem ]
[ which is good, because it means she hears eddie says he kinda loves it and that makes julie smile. wide and stupid for a moment, and she turns her head to look away for a moment while she wills the heat on her face not to turn into a blush because she'd really hate to kill eddie in his new shirt. ]
... Good. [ ahem ]
[ honestly, it's not particularly hard to put eddie on edge, but there's something about the dredge that makes eddie want to crawl out of his own skin and slink off somewhere to die. it's just this - unshakeable sense of dread whenever that thing is nearby, and right now is now different. it starts to creep up on him like a suffocating blanket, and though outwardly eddie doesn't look any more unsettled than julie does, inwardly his heartbeat's starting to stutter a little, tripping over itself to speed up.
eddie clenches his teeth together and keeps completely still, his hand still spread across julie's ribs like he has any say in what she does or where she goes. he doesn't think she's stupid enough to sell herself out just to fight the damn thing, but she's already implied more than once that she'll put herself in the way so eddie can run.
which is... something to think about. when they're not trying to avoid a gruesome death. later, maybe.
eddie looks down at julie as she looks up at him, and it takes him a second to pick up what she's trying to communicate, following the tilt of her chin up toward a treehouse not that far from them. eddie's not really sure he's ever noticed it before now, but it's not like he spends a lot of time giving himself the grand tour of every realm when he's dumped into one, and this is the first time he's been out here outside of a trial.
it's not a bad idea. if anything, it'll get them out of an immediate line of sight. can the dredge even look up? eddie has no idea, but he does know it probably can't climb a fucking tree. (then again, maybe it's an olympic tree climber, with all those stolen hands). he looks back at julie again, gives a curt nod to indicate that he understands, he's on board.
it takes a minute or so of waiting before the dredge's miserable orchestra of devoured souls starts to fade away, getting quieter and quieter with distance. when it's just barely audible, eddie finally takes his hand off of julie's ribs and blindly grabs for her hand instead, already on the move. ]
Now, come on.
eddie clenches his teeth together and keeps completely still, his hand still spread across julie's ribs like he has any say in what she does or where she goes. he doesn't think she's stupid enough to sell herself out just to fight the damn thing, but she's already implied more than once that she'll put herself in the way so eddie can run.
which is... something to think about. when they're not trying to avoid a gruesome death. later, maybe.
eddie looks down at julie as she looks up at him, and it takes him a second to pick up what she's trying to communicate, following the tilt of her chin up toward a treehouse not that far from them. eddie's not really sure he's ever noticed it before now, but it's not like he spends a lot of time giving himself the grand tour of every realm when he's dumped into one, and this is the first time he's been out here outside of a trial.
it's not a bad idea. if anything, it'll get them out of an immediate line of sight. can the dredge even look up? eddie has no idea, but he does know it probably can't climb a fucking tree. (then again, maybe it's an olympic tree climber, with all those stolen hands). he looks back at julie again, gives a curt nod to indicate that he understands, he's on board.
it takes a minute or so of waiting before the dredge's miserable orchestra of devoured souls starts to fade away, getting quieter and quieter with distance. when it's just barely audible, eddie finally takes his hand off of julie's ribs and blindly grabs for her hand instead, already on the move. ]
Now, come on.
[ there's a brief moment where julie's wondering if the treehouse is actually a good idea, they have to cross the street to get to it and there's no cover between where they are and it, nowhere to hide if it sees them except a scant couple of cars — she's definitely spotted survivors from across the map in similar situations during trials, thinking they can move unseen because they can't hear the music. but if, by some stroke of terrible luck, it does see them it'd have to move faster than she thinks it even can to catch them. and if they're really unlucky, well. julie's solid on her intent to distract it for eddie's safety. it can't chase them both. ]
[ she hadn't even realized she was holding her breath until the chorus fades to dull, distant whimpers, and she exhales. wishing she could see which way it went, but 'not here' is good enough for the moment. takes a deep breath and-- and eddie's already grabbing her hand and pulling her along. ]
[ well. fair enough. no time to overthink things right now. julie trusts him not to run them into a ditch, checking over her shoulder and to their sides to make sure it's not looking at them from a distance, out a window, from behind a car. around some bullshit corner that doesn't even make any fucking sense. god she hates when she has a trial here. ]
[ he might be stubborn about refusing to take off without her, but julie hopes eddie isn't too full of whatever it is to fight with her about it when she tightens her grip on his hand and pulls him toward the boards nailed to the tree in some facsimile of a ladder. ]
You first.
[ she hadn't even realized she was holding her breath until the chorus fades to dull, distant whimpers, and she exhales. wishing she could see which way it went, but 'not here' is good enough for the moment. takes a deep breath and-- and eddie's already grabbing her hand and pulling her along. ]
[ well. fair enough. no time to overthink things right now. julie trusts him not to run them into a ditch, checking over her shoulder and to their sides to make sure it's not looking at them from a distance, out a window, from behind a car. around some bullshit corner that doesn't even make any fucking sense. god she hates when she has a trial here. ]
[ he might be stubborn about refusing to take off without her, but julie hopes eddie isn't too full of whatever it is to fight with her about it when she tightens her grip on his hand and pulls him toward the boards nailed to the tree in some facsimile of a ladder. ]
You first.
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