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driftfleet2016-08-01 12:52 am
reek) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-01 12:52 am
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Who: Theon Greyjoy
Broadcast: Fleetwide, second part only
Action: Paisley, first part
When: 8/1
[ Perhaps the crew has taken note of Theon's uncharacteristic silence. His presence has been somewhat less abrasive over the past few days, and it isn't because he's been out and exploring the planet. He's actually holed himself up in his cabin, leaving only to make a handful of attempts to focus on work in the armory--all of which lasted no longer than ten minutes. His thoughts have been elsewhere, somewhere where they can work his stomach into impossible knots and make his eyes see things that aren't actually there.
Broken, beaten, and flayed. Ever since his sister revealed the state in which she found him, Theon's mind just won't settle. The strange Reed boy only confirmed, in more horrific detail. Plenty. Your fingers, your toes, your teeth, your skin...You can't change it.
How is someone supposed to sit and wait passively for such a horrific fate? The anticipation alone is such a heavy burden. All of Theon's worries have whipped themselves up into an endless frenzy. Every corner her turns fills him with dread, and one too many times he thinks he sees Ramsay Snow out of the corner of his eye. Even when that proves to be his eyes playing tricks on him, there's that horrible voice ringing in his ears: burn it, burn it all.
When he finally exits his cabin to pay a trip to the kitchen, he doesn't look well. He's pale and disheveled and the shadows beneath his eyes are a telltale sign that he hasn't been sleeping. Upon reaching the kitchen, he doesn't actually open any of the cupboards or look for food. Instead, he paces the floor, hands curled into tight fists. His breathing goes ragged and he clenches his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as tears sting at the corners of them. Suddenly, without a word or a shout, he stops, whips around, and begins to wreak havoc on the poor kitchen.
Eventually, if the noise or curiosity draws you in, you'll find him shaking with laughter, tears streaming down his face, and surrounded by the broken bits and pieces of the kettle, the microwave, the coffee maker, and a few plates--and a toaster that, while whole and working, carries an imprint of young Mr. Greyjoy's fist. ]
{OOC| Quick rundown for anyone who may not be on my plurk and whose character may be visiting the Paisley: Theon's had a pretty big chunk of his super unfortunate future revealed to him by castmates, which has sent him into an emotional spiral because he doesn't know how to handle his feelings. This is not a regular thing, I promise. }
Video
[ For those of you who missed Theon's meltdown on the Paisley, it's probably for the best. It wasn't a pretty sight, but later in the evening when the feed flickers to life and Theon greets the network, he clearly isn't himself.
He's disheveled, exhausted, and he actually doesn't spend time boasting about himself or his family. His message is short, to the point, and spoken in a hoarse voice. ]
Half of Westeros is already here. [ His eyebrows knit together. He's clearly been worrying about something. ] Can someone be prevented from coming here as well?
Broadcast: Fleetwide, second part only
Action: Paisley, first part
When: 8/1
[ Perhaps the crew has taken note of Theon's uncharacteristic silence. His presence has been somewhat less abrasive over the past few days, and it isn't because he's been out and exploring the planet. He's actually holed himself up in his cabin, leaving only to make a handful of attempts to focus on work in the armory--all of which lasted no longer than ten minutes. His thoughts have been elsewhere, somewhere where they can work his stomach into impossible knots and make his eyes see things that aren't actually there.
Broken, beaten, and flayed. Ever since his sister revealed the state in which she found him, Theon's mind just won't settle. The strange Reed boy only confirmed, in more horrific detail. Plenty. Your fingers, your toes, your teeth, your skin...You can't change it.
How is someone supposed to sit and wait passively for such a horrific fate? The anticipation alone is such a heavy burden. All of Theon's worries have whipped themselves up into an endless frenzy. Every corner her turns fills him with dread, and one too many times he thinks he sees Ramsay Snow out of the corner of his eye. Even when that proves to be his eyes playing tricks on him, there's that horrible voice ringing in his ears: burn it, burn it all.
When he finally exits his cabin to pay a trip to the kitchen, he doesn't look well. He's pale and disheveled and the shadows beneath his eyes are a telltale sign that he hasn't been sleeping. Upon reaching the kitchen, he doesn't actually open any of the cupboards or look for food. Instead, he paces the floor, hands curled into tight fists. His breathing goes ragged and he clenches his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as tears sting at the corners of them. Suddenly, without a word or a shout, he stops, whips around, and begins to wreak havoc on the poor kitchen.
Eventually, if the noise or curiosity draws you in, you'll find him shaking with laughter, tears streaming down his face, and surrounded by the broken bits and pieces of the kettle, the microwave, the coffee maker, and a few plates--and a toaster that, while whole and working, carries an imprint of young Mr. Greyjoy's fist. ]
{OOC| Quick rundown for anyone who may not be on my plurk and whose character may be visiting the Paisley: Theon's had a pretty big chunk of his super unfortunate future revealed to him by castmates, which has sent him into an emotional spiral because he doesn't know how to handle his feelings. This is not a regular thing, I promise. }
Video
[ For those of you who missed Theon's meltdown on the Paisley, it's probably for the best. It wasn't a pretty sight, but later in the evening when the feed flickers to life and Theon greets the network, he clearly isn't himself.
He's disheveled, exhausted, and he actually doesn't spend time boasting about himself or his family. His message is short, to the point, and spoken in a hoarse voice. ]
Half of Westeros is already here. [ His eyebrows knit together. He's clearly been worrying about something. ] Can someone be prevented from coming here as well?
action;
It's not something he meant to do. He didn't set out with the purpose of destroying anything. If it were his choice, he would continue to bottle things up forever, but there are side effects to letting yourself carry so much emotional baggage, as illustrated here.
Theon has a hard time responding. Between the tears and the broken laughter, all he can manage is: ]
P-probably.
[ He feels crazy, jumping at shadows and making him sick with worry over something that hasn't happened yet. It's all about knowing it's going to happen, though, and knowing who he's supposed to be afraid of. ]
action;
His hand lingers instinctively at his side; he'd pretty much been keeping himself armed ever since Clay gave him a heads up about Theon, what feels like forever ago, and he'd had the sense to clip the photon sword to his belt before he left his room. That's one of the only reasons he's not running for backup on the spot.
The other reason being... well, cold-blooded murderers don't look like that. He knows, he's met his fair share. (Mind you, sadistic bastards do sometimes, so he's keeping his distance, armed or not.)
It merits investigating, anyway.]
What brought this on?
[What did these poor innocent appliances ever do to you.]
action;
For a moment, all he can do is shrug as he attempts to wipe away his tears, gritting his teeth in hopes that he can stop any new ones from forming. He fails pretty quickly. His choked laughter brings along more tears as well. It's another moment before he can say anything that makes sense. ]
--said it yourself. I'm crazy.
action;
You weren't like this before, so something must've set you off.
[A part of him thinks he shouldn't even be bothering with this- should just walk away, wait until the storm blows over, maybe get to fixing up the appliances later. They're not friends, and they have no reason to depend on one another.
Why the hell does it have to be so hard to walk away?]
action;
No matter what he may say, though, he isn't crazy. He isn't going mad. He hasn't lost his mind or his sanity and he knows what he's done is wrong. It just happened like an explosion. Everything was piling up on his shoulders and he needed to do something to get rid of it all. ]
Before. [ He laughs, dark and bitter. That's a good joke. ] I didn't know then what I know now.
action;
Someone told you? Or did you fall asleep and experience it yourself? That's what happened to me.
[He used to kind of scoff at that sort of thing - as if this place isn't weird enough, right? - but now, he really can't.]
action;
Someone told me. More than one person told me.
[ He pales a bit at the suggestion that he could fall asleep and experience the same thing, though. It's hard enough knowing secondhand. He doesn't want to experience it firsthand. ]
Is it as simple as falling asleep?
action;
I think so, yeah... that's all I did, anyway. I didn't get a memo or anything. And I've seen it happen to other people, too.