Eddie
HE/HIM
Thirty-nine
MAY 18th
Cascarrafa
GAY
Soldier
Private
even if you're completely exhausted, keep fighting, don't ever stop it!
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Eduardo Hisakawa
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON Apr 7, 2024 21:01:22 GMT
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[attr="class","postbox"] [attr="class","imgavatar"] With his worst fears realized, panic began to quickly sink in, but that terrible fright momentarily abated at the other man's simple gesture of human comfort. It was a small thing, really, but the wide palm pressed flush between Eddie's shoulders was something real and human he could ground himself with. It at least kept Eddie from hurtling into a realm of pure terror, and provided him with the wherewithal to actually listen to what his new cellmate had to say, [break][break] “Hah, yeah, already figured that one out,” he chuckled humorlessly. There was something else on the tip of his tongue, but that thought quickly dissipated as Eddie heard the sound of the platform descending in the center of the ward. [break][break] There was talk of a war and Beau's indignant reply, and really, Eddie was trying to parse all that out until he heard the sound of screams from a fellow prisoner. He couldn't fault the guy for refusing the strange mochi after all of the havoc he'd seen it wreak across Hoenn, but any thoughts of dissent died with the stranger, and in similarly brutal fashion. [break][break] CW: Violence, blood[break] The crunch of bone, the wet sloshing of gore; Eddie had never really seen death before, not up close like this, but it was so much more horrific than he could have possibly imagined. He was almost thankful that the victim, now pummeled under the dog's fists, no longer looked recognizably human. Eddie could just pretend that he'd never been a man at all, just a walking sack of meat without thoughts or feelings, and without friends and family that would mourn him.
[break][break] Were it not for Beau jolting him from his thoughts and the violence on display for those who would have considered further disobedience, Eddie didn't think he could have stomached the chewy mochi he popped into his mouth. He still couldn't, really, even for how sweet and pillowy it was, but what choice did he have? [break][break] He nodded numbly at Beau's vague attempt at humor and followed him wordlessly as their bindings affixed themselves to the cell, like a neglected Maschiff tethered to an old tree at the end of his childhood neighborhood. His shambling procession to their new workplace felt like it lasted an eternity. [break][break] Eddie felt... hollow. Numb. Like his hands now were something as foreign to his body as the rock he cradled in them. It was easy to get lost in the horrific stupor that settled over him, making everything feel less real yet somehow more dire than it ever had been, until a sharp 'crack' next to his ear made him jump. [break][break] Somehow, shockingly, Eddie had been completely oblivious to the spectacle of violence that was happening just to his right, and to Beau now fallen to his knees. Panic welled back up again; somewhere, Eddie vaguely realized he was getting very good at being afraid, [break][break] “Beau!” [break][break] Guards and dog be damned; they could beat him black and blue if they wanted, but there was no way in hell he wasn't going to check on Beau, [break][break] “Shit, are you okay?” [break][break] He had to do something, but what? His eyes darted back and forth like a cornered animal, lingering on the rocks strewn about them, [break][break] “Beau, please, I can't-” [break][break] Can't what? Handle the guy dying in front of him in the same violent fashion that the other prisoner had? [break][break] … Yeah, that was exactly it. He couldn't just pretend that the man he considered a friend wasn't a real human being; he couldn't handle his death on top of whatever fresh hell this place could conjure up next, [break][break] “I need ya ta keep a cool head, and stick with me. I've got your back; if ya keep a low profile, and stay close, I'll take whatever these fuckers dish out. That alright with you?” [break][break] Slowly, some semblance of control was taking shape in Eddie's mind. He couldn't do a damn thing about the mochi, or their prison labor, or whatever else this place had in store, but he could protect Beau. Maybe he could distract a guard if they wanted to give him a pummeling; maybe he could intercept that nasty chain if it wanted to rip Beau to pieces next. Yes, this was something tangible, actionable; Eddie felt a strange calm fall over him as they returned to their work crushing rocks. [break][break] His eyes flicked from the rocks to Beau, from the dog to the guards to the other prisoners doing their own work. He had purpose now in this nightmare-ish place; if he could just keep an eye on Beau, keep him safe, then whatever hardship he faced would be worth it. As another rock crumbled against the floor beneath him, Eddie attempted to surreptitiously slip a bit of a jagged Tera shard into his clothes; a little insurance, he decided. Even if it wouldn't help in an escape attempt, such contraband would be a surefire way to draw attention from Beau if he drew the dog's ire once more. 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