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Tweak says, "Teacup humans!"

pamela dawes (ilbastone) wrote in dunwichgame,
@ 2024-02-06 19:01:00

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!log/thread/narrative, stephen king: eddie kaspbrak, ∙ plot: 013 rock lobster, ◌ inactive: pamela dawes, ◌ inactive: vanessa ives

Pam & Eddie

01.06 3PM | Street outside Supernova | Low

The broken record.

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This, Pam thought as she hunched over the rack of vinyls, was a terrible idea. Cassettes? CDs? Those you could smuggle under your shirt and walk out with. Forget to pay for. Play easily. Records were a whole other ball game. And she didn't have the money to spend on nonsense, but–

"Fuck it," she muttered and yanked the record from the rack.

Thirty seconds later, she emerged from Supernova dripping hostility and a dizzying sense of euphoria – and walked right into a guy in a lobster hat. In his hands were flyers advertising the famous lobster-ritas. In hers was the record.

Both went flying when the guy veered out of the way of a pair of running kids. Pam discovered too late that she should've paid attention to where she was going. The record hit the ground first. Pam saw it and was briefly relieved.

Then the ground rose up to meet her, sandwiching the record between her elbow and the asphalt.

The crack should've rung out for miles, but Pam was pretty sure nobody heard it but her. She lay there on the side walk, in the aftermath, covered in flyers, torn between incredulity and vindication. And then she began to laugh.

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germhater
2024-02-06 07:05 pm UTC (link)

Eddie jogged along, finally able to get fresh air with the fog and related monsters gone. He didn't need music; headphones were a dangerous distraction. He listened to his own breathing, the fall of his feet on the ground, the sound of traffic - both vehicle and pedestrian, any details that were relevant to his own health or safety. His route was planned out carefully too, sticking to spots that felt safest.

He rounded a corner, headed towards Richie's shop, and saw a woman lying on the ground. He instantly thought all the way back to Del. The young (or at least he thought she was young) woman had been the first person he'd met in Dunwich, back in the lobster parade. She'd fallen or been knocked down, and no one gave enough of a shit to help her up until he got there. She was odd, but so was he and most other mistakes in one way or another. He missed her.

Eddie sped up to a run, and stopped in front of the woman. Just his goddamn luck. It wasn't Del at all. Pam. In her defence, he knew now that she wasn't the same woman who'd been with Bryn. He also knew he could never be her cool, brave Eddie. No wonder she was laughing. "Did you hit your head this time?" He asked and held out his hand to help her up. He couldn't just leave her there.

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ilbastone
2024-02-07 07:39 am UTC (link)

A familiar voice. Pam turned her head and the little trip her heart had given quieted once more. Short-hair Kaspbrak wasn't her Kaspbrak. But he was a Kaspbrak. She took his hand, her laughter dimming to a hiccup, and let him pull her to her feet.

"Better if I had." She bent to retrieve the record sleeve, felt the shards of PVC jostle inside. "Fucking Tuesdays, right?" And careless locals. And careless, well, her. She squinted at Eddie. "You jog now?"

	ilbastone 2024-02-15 09:46 am UTC (link)
	"Invitation like that, how could I?" Pam scoffed and clambered in less than ladylike fashion into the car. Maybe the other Pam would've thanked Eddie for holding the door. Maybe other Eddie would've left her to fend for herself. Maybe there was a little good, and a little bad, with every roll of the dice. (Reply to this) (Parent)