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singillatim2023-09-22 11:04 am
solitarysoul) wrote in singillatim2023-09-22 11:04 am
Entry tags:
Party Talk
Who: Levi and ???
What: Daily routine sort of thingsfree to be bothered by others
When: Later in the month, days and non-event nights
Where: Community Hall
Content Warnings: Child soldiers, child abuse and mental illness (PTSD/Depression). Will note anything others in subjects!
#1: Maybe I will pick up piano once more... ((OTA))
It was late, but Levi was awake and didn't think he'd be going back to bed soon. Too many dreams. So he takes the time to (quietly!) explore the Community Hall and ends up at the piano. A piano...well, he was feeling melancholy already.
Long, long ago his mother used to play. She had tried to teach him some...but that was a lifetime ago. Before the war, before even the orphanage. The memories he has of his mother were some of--perhaps the only--good memories he had. And yet, despite that, he could barely remember her face. Just how nice she had been, the times they sat down together and she'd read to him or try to teach him the piano. How his father hadn't deserved someone like her...and That Night.
He sighs deeply and presses a few keys. Back in Prehevil he'd proven he didn't really remember any songs. Still, late in the night and alone in the dark he wishes he did. Maybe there was someone here...no. No, he didn't need to burden them with his issues. He should just forget it. He wasn't fit for piano anyway.
Another few taps and he turns to leave, but it seemed he wasn't alone after all. "Ah...hi. Sorry to disturb you...I-I didn't mean to."
#2: For so long I've been nothing but a scope behind a rifle... ((OTA))
Not long after dawn, Levi had claimed a table to do weapon maintenance. He'd eaten, and he'd go scouting soon but first he wanted to make sure everything was working. As he did every day, but it was in a way meditative. Something to focus on, though he could do it in his sleep.
The boy's rifle is laid out on the table before him, currently disassembled, as he wiped down the barrel with a rag he'd picked up somewhere in town. He doesn't seem to notice if anyone approaches, but if they stayed for a bit or said something he would.
#3: Just looking for the next moving target... ((OTA, free bullets to good home))
After returning from scouting (read: wandering through town and looting what little is left in the unclaimed houses), the boy in the army coveralls claims a quiet corner. Any ammo, of any sort, he found he'd claimed and stuffed in his satchel, and by now he'd amassed an okay amount. So he was sitting there, sorting them by type. His rifle took .303 rounds, so any of those went right back in the satchel sitting next to his rifle. The rest, though, he was organizing into little piles.
He wasn't really sure what to do with it all. While he had claimed a handgun for back up, he didn't really see the need to take any other guns. So he's not really sure what he'll do with all the ammo he couldn't use, or the excess ammo for his revolver (he didn't plan to use it much). Find somewhere to leave it for people? But letting just anyone take them might not be wise. There was at least oneperson who looked like a kid here, and he'd never let another child hold a gun. There had been too many, and there were enough adults here that they could handle the wolves and whatever else.
If anyone approaches he'll look up, but hesitate to speak.
#4: I don't want to go back to that. ((Open, but one only please))
Levi never slept well. In the Community Hall, in the company of other people, he slept better than he had in the houses and stores. Since he was young he'd slept with others. The orphanage only had large rooms where one had to claim their own bed...or sleep on the floor. It was rare that there weren't enough people to fill all the beds. Just when someone got too old and was kicked out. Or, more likely but still thankfully rare, when someone disappeared.
In the army, in the barracks, the trenches, or wherever they stopped on missions, he'd been with at least one squad. At least then there were enough cots or bedrolls for everyone. Even after he'd returned to his home town he'd mostly slept with others near by. Only two nights, but save a couple naps here and there throughout the town, the other contestants had been near by.
But almost every time he slept, he had nightmares. There were so many things in his past that haunted him. That his brain wouldn't let him forget. Most nights he'd just toss and turn then wake after a few hours. Sometimes he'd get back to sleep, other times he'd be awake for the day. Some nights... some nights the dreams were worse. He'd toss and turn like normal, sometimes talking or crying in his sleep. The worst nights he'd awake with a start, with a gasp or even crying out for someone or something.
He tried to sleep apart from the others as not to bother them. But he still slept nearby, close enough to anyone else that he might wake up someone else. During one of his worst nightmares he awakens with a start and a cry of "No!"
#? Wildcard! ((OTA, feel free to make up your own))
Levi's spending most of the nights--except wolf nights--a good part of the evenings and some mornings in the Community Hall these days. It was safe, especially now that Methuselah was gone (there was no way that guy could be trusted), and it was warm. Warm enough to tide him over for awhile, at least. He keeps to himself mostly, rarely talking to the others unless spoken to first. But he wouldn't completely shun company.
((i default to prose but will match style))
What: Daily routine sort of things
When: Later in the month, days and non-event nights
Where: Community Hall
Content Warnings: Child soldiers, child abuse and mental illness (PTSD/Depression). Will note anything others in subjects!
#1: Maybe I will pick up piano once more... ((OTA))
It was late, but Levi was awake and didn't think he'd be going back to bed soon. Too many dreams. So he takes the time to (quietly!) explore the Community Hall and ends up at the piano. A piano...well, he was feeling melancholy already.
Long, long ago his mother used to play. She had tried to teach him some...but that was a lifetime ago. Before the war, before even the orphanage. The memories he has of his mother were some of--perhaps the only--good memories he had. And yet, despite that, he could barely remember her face. Just how nice she had been, the times they sat down together and she'd read to him or try to teach him the piano. How his father hadn't deserved someone like her...and That Night.
He sighs deeply and presses a few keys. Back in Prehevil he'd proven he didn't really remember any songs. Still, late in the night and alone in the dark he wishes he did. Maybe there was someone here...no. No, he didn't need to burden them with his issues. He should just forget it. He wasn't fit for piano anyway.
Another few taps and he turns to leave, but it seemed he wasn't alone after all. "Ah...hi. Sorry to disturb you...I-I didn't mean to."
#2: For so long I've been nothing but a scope behind a rifle... ((OTA))
Not long after dawn, Levi had claimed a table to do weapon maintenance. He'd eaten, and he'd go scouting soon but first he wanted to make sure everything was working. As he did every day, but it was in a way meditative. Something to focus on, though he could do it in his sleep.
The boy's rifle is laid out on the table before him, currently disassembled, as he wiped down the barrel with a rag he'd picked up somewhere in town. He doesn't seem to notice if anyone approaches, but if they stayed for a bit or said something he would.
#3: Just looking for the next moving target... ((OTA, free bullets to good home))
After returning from scouting (read: wandering through town and looting what little is left in the unclaimed houses), the boy in the army coveralls claims a quiet corner. Any ammo, of any sort, he found he'd claimed and stuffed in his satchel, and by now he'd amassed an okay amount. So he was sitting there, sorting them by type. His rifle took .303 rounds, so any of those went right back in the satchel sitting next to his rifle. The rest, though, he was organizing into little piles.
He wasn't really sure what to do with it all. While he had claimed a handgun for back up, he didn't really see the need to take any other guns. So he's not really sure what he'll do with all the ammo he couldn't use, or the excess ammo for his revolver (he didn't plan to use it much). Find somewhere to leave it for people? But letting just anyone take them might not be wise. There was at least one
If anyone approaches he'll look up, but hesitate to speak.
#4: I don't want to go back to that. ((Open, but one only please))
Levi never slept well. In the Community Hall, in the company of other people, he slept better than he had in the houses and stores. Since he was young he'd slept with others. The orphanage only had large rooms where one had to claim their own bed...or sleep on the floor. It was rare that there weren't enough people to fill all the beds. Just when someone got too old and was kicked out. Or, more likely but still thankfully rare, when someone disappeared.
In the army, in the barracks, the trenches, or wherever they stopped on missions, he'd been with at least one squad. At least then there were enough cots or bedrolls for everyone. Even after he'd returned to his home town he'd mostly slept with others near by. Only two nights, but save a couple naps here and there throughout the town, the other contestants had been near by.
But almost every time he slept, he had nightmares. There were so many things in his past that haunted him. That his brain wouldn't let him forget. Most nights he'd just toss and turn then wake after a few hours. Sometimes he'd get back to sleep, other times he'd be awake for the day. Some nights... some nights the dreams were worse. He'd toss and turn like normal, sometimes talking or crying in his sleep. The worst nights he'd awake with a start, with a gasp or even crying out for someone or something.
He tried to sleep apart from the others as not to bother them. But he still slept nearby, close enough to anyone else that he might wake up someone else. During one of his worst nightmares he awakens with a start and a cry of "No!"
#? Wildcard! ((OTA, feel free to make up your own))
Levi's spending most of the nights--except wolf nights--a good part of the evenings and some mornings in the Community Hall these days. It was safe, especially now that Methuselah was gone (there was no way that guy could be trusted), and it was warm. Warm enough to tide him over for awhile, at least. He keeps to himself mostly, rarely talking to the others unless spoken to first. But he wouldn't completely shun company.
((i default to prose but will match style))
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"Don't think you are weak." A rare compliment from the vigilante. He didn't give them out lightly and only spoke the truth when he did.
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There's a tiny smile at the compliment, even if he's not sure he agrees with it. "Thanks."
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Rorschach nodded. "Fighting. Yes. Needed to survive place like this."
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He nods a bit, "I've been fighting all my life. I'm not going to stop now."
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He watches Rorschach move away for a moment then looks to his bed. How likely was sleep if he tried? Hm.