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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]
And Robb would be the last one to deny that the words he mumbles do not get to him. He knows what they are about.]
You cannot do that to yourself, Theon. I am the one to blame for my mistakes.
[So Robb frowns a sad kind of frown before he lashes out and slaps Theon across the cheek.]
Madness does not fit you.
[action]
No. It does not. [ He admits it quietly, touching his stinging cheek. It doesn't even make him angry. In fact, he's relieved to feel something, anything, that isn't fear or dread or immense pressure. He should really thank Robb, but Robb put all that weight on his shoulders and helped to bring him to this point in the first place.
Maybe he'll thank him later, but not right now. ]
What--what are you doing here?
[action]
[In a way he is glad to see that Theon has come to his senses a little. That he does not say things like ’I wish I died besides him’ and what not. Really, Robb cannot hear such things at this point anymore. All he can do is blame his cock for stirring at the wrong moment and his sense of honor for choosing Jeyne.]
And do not say that again. That you wanted to die besides me. [He pulls a bit of a face.] If you cannot kill for me, do not tell me you want to die with me. [Bitter Robb is still bitter.]
I came to speak to you. [He tries to sound as distant and formal as he can.] But I wonder if it would be wise at a moment like this.
[action]
[ He's very adamant about that. Theon doesn't want to die at all, but with everything piling up on top of him and a dark future looming on the horizon, it just feels like the easiest option. If he had never been sent home, he might have died an honorable death alongside Robb, who he had sworn loyalty to without even considering that Balon might not agree to an alliance. ]
A lot of good it will do now, though. Speak to me if you wish. [ He gestures to the somewhat barren kitchen counters. ] There's little left for me to throw at you if I don't like what you have to say.
[action]
And, no Theon, dying on lord Walder’s floor is not a honorable death. It is one devised by traitors.]
I do not think you are in the position to throw anything at me, Theon. ’[Once again it is not easy to remain calm.] Such threats are empty and without purpose. [Robb’s eyes narrow a little.]
I should not have asked you to kill lord Bolton. It was wrong of me. [Not that he is actually sorry for asking Theon that, the only way to complete forgiveness would be Theon presenting him Roose’s head. But it would not matter here. Both of them were too afraid for their futures.
Nothing would come of it.]
I would still be dead. You have more chance of changing what lies ahead than I have, but it won’t be that.
[action]
[ Because Theon is certain that things would not have gone nearly as sour for either one of them if Robb hadn't sent him home. Still, he's terrified and exhausted. To him at this very moment, dying would be a better end, whether it be by a traitor's hands or not. At least it would be some sort of end. ]
You still don't understand.
[ He closes his eyes briefly, leaning against the kitchen counter. Does he want to try to explain again? Not really, not right now, but he knows Robb will ask. ]
The Reed boy said that it cannot be changed. Have you spoken to him? He knows things--I'm not sure how, but he knows things about me. About Arya, about Ramsay Snow.
[action]
He thought...]
Jojen Reed has not told me anything! Except that he took Bran far beyond the Wall! [Oh he is getting frustrated. Instead of trying to make some peace the urge to throw a variety of kitchen items through the air grows with every passing second.]
No one tells me anything. But it seems you are willing to do now.
[He sounds like a pouty, petulant child and he does not care.]