Oskar Schell (sonofschell) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-09-06 21:24:00 |
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Who? Oskar & OPEN
Where? City Streets
When? Friday afternoon
What? Trying to find a lock to fit his key.
Status? Open, ongoing.
Rating? Moderate- possible talk of death, 9/11 etc. (If you want to tag but have specific triggers, let me know and I'll avoid the topics.)
There was so much going on in Oskar's head that he didn't know how he didn't have thoughts and worries and fears and questions just spilling out of his ears.
He still thought that it would be a great invention if you could make like a USB stick for your brain, so that you could store thoughts for later, so you could tackle them all one at a time. You could keep your favourite memories on there like photos, or videos, and play them over and over. And all your worries could stay there forever, if you wanted them to.
But he didn't have that invention yet. So they were all flying about in his head, and it was terribly difficult to stay focused. He wanted to get through that door to NYC, but there were always people coming and going, and there was no good time to sneak through. He had a letter written for his grandmother, he just needed to get someone to put it in a post box.
For now, he had realised this a whole new island meant a whole lot more locks to try. It was something to focus his mind on, so that was what he was doing. He was going from building to building, poking the key on a string around his neck into every lock and trying it. Of course it wasn't fitting- and with every lock it didn't fit, Oskar could feel himself getting more and more panicked. His chest was tightening, tears stinging at his eyes- but he just moved faster, running now, pushing the key again and again and failing each time.
But he had to try them all.