An Open RP post: Come at me, folks

[fireandthread]

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Can't sleep the ghosts will get me

[hellogoodhigh]

[ Sleep is a precious commodity in the Hargreeves household. Some, like Luther and Allison, can get it easily enough. But Klaus? Completely different story.

He had spent his day in private training. And by that he means in the darkness of a tomb, alone, trying to block out the ghosts that tore at his psyche, that clung to him, screaming his name, desperate for a breath of the second life he can give them for one glimmering moment when they are conjured.

It's why he finds himself sneaking down the hallway, past all the other bedrooms, trying to get downstairs before their father notices.

Too bad about the loose floorboard outside Eight's door... ]

don't worry bro charlie has your back.

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[ What is sleep and how do the Hargreeves children obtain such a thing? The world may never know. Charlie certainly won't find any good, restful sleep until some time after she leaves the Academy for a different school.

For now, she's up with a project for herself. She doesn't do may of these too often. This one is for a school application. She has to send in a sample of her work so people can see she knows how to sew, just as advertised.

It's the creak outside her door that has her stopping. Is it dad?

No...she can feel the emotions coming off of this person, so that means it's one of her siblings. Dad was a cold, emotionless bastard and therefor distant enough where Charlie didn't pick much up off of him.

So she stands, opening her door and peeking out. ]

Klaus...is everything okay?

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Charlie?

[ It's barely a whisper, and when he's caught, he has the good grace to flush in embarrassment. ]

Yeah, uh, I just can't sleep.

[ No need to tell her he was planning on slipping downstairs to self medicate with a bottle of dad's finest... ]

Figured I'd take a walk.

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[ Charlie watches Klaus carefully and with obvious concern, chewing the inside of her cheek for a moment. She wants to call bullshit. She wants to tell him she doesn't believe that he's okay. But she doesn't. Sometimes, she pries. Sometimes, she stays out of it. Today, she's going to kind of let it go. For now. ]

Me, either. Mind some company?

[ She wouldn't say no to some alcohol. Not that she's going to go down Klaus' eventual path, but this project she's working on is driving her insane. She needs a break. ]

[hellogoodhigh]

[ He's thankful that she doesn't pry. Because how can he explain that he still hasn't gotten over his fear of conjuring ghosts that he's been trying to master since he was eight years old? That he still gets sick to his stomach in small spaces, that he panics when he's shoved in a small space?

His hands grasp tightly to his sleep shirt, and he fidgets as he looks to the stairs. ]

Yeah, no. Don't mind.

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[ To be fair, Charlie wouldn't be able to get over the ability to conjure ghosts and it'd probably fuck her up about as much as it messed Klaus up. She can't fault him for any of his fears or phobias. His way of dealing has her concerned, but what is family for if not for that kind of love and concern? ]

Good. Let me grab my hoodie.

[ She disappears into her room, stepping over the loose board and grabbing the black and blue hoodie from the back of her door before stepping out again. ]


So, where are we headed tonight?

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[ He's got spirits in his head and they won't go. Not unless he numbs them with drugs and liquor. Hell, he's even tried sneaking some of Vanya's pills, since they help with her nerves, and he always wants to feel numb.

Numbness means not having ghosts clawing out of the darkness. It means no sudden connections to people. It means no conjuring, no channeling spirits into his own body, letting them use him as a mouth piece.

It means he can, for just a moment, pretend he is ordinary. ]

I dunno. I mean Griddy's is always open.

[ And too full of memories. ]

... Pizza sounds better, though.

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There is one single pizza place near us that’s open.

[ And Charlie knows this because she is always some degree of hungry. The ability to create and control fire comes with a metabolism that burns just as fast and Charlie kinda loves it. She can eat whatever and stay a skinny thing. It certainly makes going out to eat fun and if you want somewhere unusual? She probably knows it. ]

I was at Griddy’s earlier. Agnes wasn’t there. She has off for a couple days, so it’s just not worth going in without her.

[ To Charlie, Agnes was almost a second mother or that super cool aunt who won’t say no if she wants a second donut. ]

It’s nice out. We can walk. It won’t take more than ten minutes to get to pizza.