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voidtreckerexpress2020-02-11 01:28 am
hashtagparkerluck) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-02-11 01:28 am
Down came the rain
Who: Peter && OPEN
When: All day of Day 21
What: Peter Parker and his A++ coping skills
WARNINGS: Potentially triggering subjects dealing with metal health, self blaming, past childhood sexual abuse, general anxiety, and dissociative avoidance.
{ A. }
Peter Parker is a smart boy. He might second guess himself a lot more than one might consider healthy but at his core he's a smart boy and he can put it use in the most unhealthy fashion. He knows the trick to hiding when you don't want to be found-you go to places people wouldn't normally think to look for you. Which is exactly what he's done. He woke up some time ago in his bed and quickly left the room as fast he could to hide away from-well everyone. He doesn't really want to be alone but he doesn't want to face anyone. He's hidden himself in the garden car-the air feels a bit fresher here and it's easier to hide. It's not the best hiding spot but it's unlikely anyone will think to look for him here. Or at least, he hopes.
He doesn't like the idea that people could see his dreams-if they could. Those dreams were weird-not out of the ordinary for him but the guest stars were odd. He doesn't even know if his hiding away is justified and just keeps his legs tucket against his chest. He feels exposed. How many people did he see in his dreams? How many know about Skip? How many know about Flash? He should make a public statement-stating that if Flash were to turn up that he's not actually that bad. He's a bit of a jerk but he's not cruel like he had been in the dream. But New arrival day is still aways off and for now he can just hide out. He hears someone coming and quickly moves to hide himself from view a bit better, still not ready to talk to anyone about the mess his life actually is.
{ B. }
Peter has no idea what time it is, but he's been sitting in the same place for far too long-he knows this because his joints are starting to ache. He stretches his legs out a bit-he's been listening to the intercom-listening to people talk and figures they all had weird dreams. Now he really doesn't want to come out of hiding. There was so much in his dreams he'd rather no one had known about. He was always so flippant about getting picked on at school-painting it off like he just didn't really care about getting bullied. He sorta doesn't but he sorta does. He considers that maybe he should get up and try and eat something but there are probably people in the dining car so he doesn't.
{ C. }
He's still not sure what time it is, but a quick focus of his hearing and he thinks the train was quieted down enough to indicate most people have probably gone to bed. Good for them, he hopes they sleep well. He sure isn't. He finally get up from where he's been sitting all day and stretches towards the ceiling, feeling his bones creak and crack in protest. He definitely sat for too long but he's not too worried about it. What he is worried about is his incredibly empty stomach that he hasn't bother to feel all day. It's angry now and leads him right to the kitchen to find something to eat-even if it's just some pasta. He starts in on making some macaroni and cheese before pulling a monster from his stash and cracking it open. Other people might have decided to just sleep it off, but not Peter. No, he's trying plot out a way he'll never have to sleep again. He takes a long swig of his energy drink and slinks back to the kitchen to check on the progress of the pasta.
When: All day of Day 21
What: Peter Parker and his A++ coping skills
WARNINGS: Potentially triggering subjects dealing with metal health, self blaming, past childhood sexual abuse, general anxiety, and dissociative avoidance.
{ A. }
Peter Parker is a smart boy. He might second guess himself a lot more than one might consider healthy but at his core he's a smart boy and he can put it use in the most unhealthy fashion. He knows the trick to hiding when you don't want to be found-you go to places people wouldn't normally think to look for you. Which is exactly what he's done. He woke up some time ago in his bed and quickly left the room as fast he could to hide away from-well everyone. He doesn't really want to be alone but he doesn't want to face anyone. He's hidden himself in the garden car-the air feels a bit fresher here and it's easier to hide. It's not the best hiding spot but it's unlikely anyone will think to look for him here. Or at least, he hopes.
He doesn't like the idea that people could see his dreams-if they could. Those dreams were weird-not out of the ordinary for him but the guest stars were odd. He doesn't even know if his hiding away is justified and just keeps his legs tucket against his chest. He feels exposed. How many people did he see in his dreams? How many know about Skip? How many know about Flash? He should make a public statement-stating that if Flash were to turn up that he's not actually that bad. He's a bit of a jerk but he's not cruel like he had been in the dream. But New arrival day is still aways off and for now he can just hide out. He hears someone coming and quickly moves to hide himself from view a bit better, still not ready to talk to anyone about the mess his life actually is.
{ B. }
Peter has no idea what time it is, but he's been sitting in the same place for far too long-he knows this because his joints are starting to ache. He stretches his legs out a bit-he's been listening to the intercom-listening to people talk and figures they all had weird dreams. Now he really doesn't want to come out of hiding. There was so much in his dreams he'd rather no one had known about. He was always so flippant about getting picked on at school-painting it off like he just didn't really care about getting bullied. He sorta doesn't but he sorta does. He considers that maybe he should get up and try and eat something but there are probably people in the dining car so he doesn't.
{ C. }
He's still not sure what time it is, but a quick focus of his hearing and he thinks the train was quieted down enough to indicate most people have probably gone to bed. Good for them, he hopes they sleep well. He sure isn't. He finally get up from where he's been sitting all day and stretches towards the ceiling, feeling his bones creak and crack in protest. He definitely sat for too long but he's not too worried about it. What he is worried about is his incredibly empty stomach that he hasn't bother to feel all day. It's angry now and leads him right to the kitchen to find something to eat-even if it's just some pasta. He starts in on making some macaroni and cheese before pulling a monster from his stash and cracking it open. Other people might have decided to just sleep it off, but not Peter. No, he's trying plot out a way he'll never have to sleep again. He takes a long swig of his energy drink and slinks back to the kitchen to check on the progress of the pasta.
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"Y-yeah. Bad ones. Can-can you not get so close?" Let him have his personal space, it's important to him.