Eddie Kaspbrak (hypochondriac_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2022-03-16 15:48:00 |
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Who: Eddie and open to a character that can see ghosts.
Where: Station hallway
When: March 16th morning.
What: Plot, Eddie is a ghost. Who can see him is flexible. If your character has shine, or can see ghosts in their cannon (ex force ghosts, other ghosts), or the station gave them the power to see ghosts, they can see Eddie.
Warnings: Gore, character is dead/undead. Mentions of violence, Pennywise.
Eddie woke up slowly, not needing an alarm clock with his mental routine. He'd been having the strangest dream, that his head was somehow moving though his pillow. He blinked a few times to clear that image and rose from the bed. He was already running a list through his mind of what he needed to do that day to prepare for the next day, since he knew Richie deserved a good, boozy St. Patrick's. Rich had been so great about their age difference.
The first item on Eddie's list was a shower. He walked into the bathroom and stopped in his tracks when he saw his reflection in the mirror. There was a giant, gaping hole right through his chest and stomach. His clothes were stained with blood and filth, as if he'd been walking through a sewer, and gauze bandages were taped to his cheek. He knew that look, especially the damn hole. He'd seen the movie about that other life that he'd been rescued from. He'd seen the wound in an occasional nightmare too. The death he'd had in another reality. He reached over to try to wipe away his own reflection in denial and his hand went through the mirror.
"Fuck." Eddie muttered. All the time on a station of ghosts and his own grandfather, had at least made him aware that he was now a ghost himself. Bill would wake up soon, Abra might be with him. Richie'd be up when he got hungry. And Ben, fuck, Ben was still a kid in this timeline. He couldn't let any of them see this.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Eddie found himself pacing the station hallways, even walking through the elevators. If only he could press the damn button. His frustration was growing into a rage. "Fuck clowns. Fuck Station bullshit. Fuck all of it."