edison is the (carnivalking) wrote in repose, @ 2015-11-30 01:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, eddie nelson, muerte graves |
[Alexandria Bookstore: Eddie & Emily]
[Eddie was at the bookstore the second it opened. He hadn't slept all night (nerves, worries and ghosts made sure of that) and was eager for a cup of coffee. This wasn't exactly the most thrilling spot for a date and the early hours made sure there wasn't any low-light romance. That, of course, was intentional. Eddie was fine pretending things were okay between himself and Muerte, but he wanted to know who she had become and if it was too different from what he remembered in New Jersey. He thought there was less pressure to be Edison Needles, as well, which would likely make her happy. Eddie could put on an act for anyone, including her and he thought it was unfair if he did so this early in the game. She'd get sick of it fast, like eating too much cotton candy and then riding the tilt-a-whirl. Whether or not she'd get sick of him bare bones and bitter like black coffee, well he didn't know for sure. Maybe it'd be easier if she did. After all, Eddie yearned for his lonely life before half of goddamned New Jersey landed on his doorstep. But, lonely? That'd kill him, almost twice as fast as heartbreak. He'd pick the troubles of family, love and friendship over and over until he didn't have any of it left.
It frustrated him. Probably more than he managed to frustrate anyone else. And, wasn't that sort of funny?
He was dressed as casually as he could manage. Which, of course, wasn't very at all. A bright green and gold checkered sweater vest over a white button up shirt and a tie polka-dotted with 8-bit ghosties didn't scream subtle so much as old nerd. He had obviously embraced the latter, finding it a good way to express his eccentricities. Most people would look at him, his line of work and decide it made perfect sense. Eddie liked harmony, he liked people to think every experience with him was smooth sailing. He taught the same to his carnies. It made their individual mysteries inviting without letting anyone get too close.
Eddie got his cup of coffee with weird flavored creamer (candy cane) and made his way back to the science fiction. He had called Muerte a little before, reminding her to stop by the bookstore before cutting the conversation short, afraid that a long talk on the phone might ruin the morning. He wanted this to be special despite the mundane surroundings. God help him.]