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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. }
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[ 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?
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I'm sure there isn't, but sometimes it's easier to deal with someone in person than with their ghost haunting you. [There are people she doesn't want here. But a person can be dealt with. The worry over their possible arrival is harder.]
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You don't understand.
[ If he never sees Ramsay Snow again, it will still be too soon. ]
None of you know what he's capable of. What he's going to do.
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I am in the business of protecting people though. [Does this sound ridiculous for a young woman with no armor to say?] What is capable of? What would he do?
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[ He has to grit his teeth to keep from shouting. He doesn't want to lose himself again like he did earlier, but he's frightened. He can handle his father, but the very thought of Ramsay has him jumping at his own shadow. He's going to be caught in an endless cycle of bottling up his problems and exploding again and again if he doesn't do something.
Kitty listened once before, and believed him. She placed no expectations on him as Robb did. He doesn't feel like anyone or anything can protect him now, but maybe actually getting some of this off of his chest again will help. ]
The man who flayed those boys. That's what he does. It's what he's going to do-- [ His voice catches in his throat, but he pushes forward, hoping to feel even a little relieved. ] It's what he's going to do to me.
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[She's also not sure if that means he dies too like her. Like Robb. The boys did. But flaying doesn't have to result in death if it is what she thinks it is. Tyrion manages to find terms she can't always relate to though.]
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My sister. And one of the people I held captive in Winterfell--a boy from House Reed.
[ He really needs to try to remember Jojen's name next time. It's the least he can do after the whole captive thing. ]
Robb wants me to try to change it. [ He laughs bitterly, shaking his head. There is no changing it. He knows that well enough now.] He thinks I still have that option, but he doesn't know anything about it.
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[It's not a hopeful forecast. Just a realistic one. There is compassion in her voice and eyes though.]
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[ He has no hope. He had a glimmer of it once, before he knew he was going to be carved up like a ham, but that light's been snuffed out now. ]
I can only hope I never wake up with those memories.
[ All the more reason to not sleep. ]
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As for him coming here. He can be dealt with if he does.
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[ Ramsay fooled him once. He won't fool him again, but there is the matter of everyone else. Can he possibly pull the wool over their eyes too, even after all of this? ]
I'm not considered to be the most trustworthy person here.
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