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maskormenacelogs2015-05-26 11:52 pm
orangehoodie) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-05-26 11:52 pm
semi-closed;
WHO: Ken + castmates/housemates and CR; planned threads
WHERE: Nonah#005, De Chima#001, and various places as needed
WHEN: May 19th to perhaps the 24th
WHAT: the aftermath of this and reconnecting with friends
WARNINGS: like last time, talks of death and suicide and shit
i: Nonah #005; (the prompt is for the 19th, but other days work too)
On the 18th, he left with a note on the refrigerator that he was sleeping over at a friend's with Koromaru and wouldn't be home that day. That, he thought, might keep his housemates from worrying when he didn't show up that night. But Ken ends up home anyway, much later into the night, with a certain blue-haired man in tow, and he curls into bed and falls asleep almost immediately then. When he wakes up, it's past noon and he has a headache but he's feeling oddly refreshed.
There are things he lied to his housemates about. There are things he wants to ask them, and clear up. He doesn't feel like putting on clothes so he just throws his jacket on over his pajamas and steps out of his room. It's a weekday, so he doesn't know who's going to be home, but he has plenty of time. Whenever he comes across someone who's at the house, he shuffles over to them, hesitating just once before mumbling: "Can I sit with you?"
ii: De Chima #001
After the talks at Nonah have been had, De Chima is his next stop. He isn't sure how far the news had spread, if it had at all, but he's sure he'll find out once he's there. It's daunting, but it's hardy the scariest thing he's dealt with at this point... right?
Lies. Facing his friends is the scariest part. Scarier than running off alone with a knife in his pocket and no idea where to go. He's absolutely terrified of confronting them, even if there's a voice in his head whispering that it really wouldn't be a confrontation. It doesn't help the nervous twisting in his gut, though, so he clutches the straps on his backpack as he enters the house.
And the nervousness is overwhelming. He can hardly handle it. It's to the point that the moment he runs into anybody at De Chima #001 and they so much as greet him, he jumps and lowers his head and immediately blurts out a hurried, "I'm sorry!" ... Sorry about that.
iii: a text message
And maybe you're not at either of those houses when he is and Ken still wants to see you, or he feels like going somewhere that's not the houses to talk with you. In such a case, there will be a text from Ken to you, short and to the point. He'd make it more specific, maybe explain more, but he ended up getting nervous and sending it off quickly so the actual message ends up saying nothing more than:
Can we meet up somewhere?
((ooc; I'll likely also make this a catch-all for Ken stuff during June, so if you'd like to do something with him, whether it's about the above stuff of anything else, feel free to shoot me a message at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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WHERE: Nonah#005, De Chima#001, and various places as needed
WHEN: May 19th to perhaps the 24th
WHAT: the aftermath of this and reconnecting with friends
WARNINGS: like last time, talks of death and suicide and shit
i: Nonah #005; (the prompt is for the 19th, but other days work too)
On the 18th, he left with a note on the refrigerator that he was sleeping over at a friend's with Koromaru and wouldn't be home that day. That, he thought, might keep his housemates from worrying when he didn't show up that night. But Ken ends up home anyway, much later into the night, with a certain blue-haired man in tow, and he curls into bed and falls asleep almost immediately then. When he wakes up, it's past noon and he has a headache but he's feeling oddly refreshed.
There are things he lied to his housemates about. There are things he wants to ask them, and clear up. He doesn't feel like putting on clothes so he just throws his jacket on over his pajamas and steps out of his room. It's a weekday, so he doesn't know who's going to be home, but he has plenty of time. Whenever he comes across someone who's at the house, he shuffles over to them, hesitating just once before mumbling: "Can I sit with you?"
ii: De Chima #001
After the talks at Nonah have been had, De Chima is his next stop. He isn't sure how far the news had spread, if it had at all, but he's sure he'll find out once he's there. It's daunting, but it's hardy the scariest thing he's dealt with at this point... right?
Lies. Facing his friends is the scariest part. Scarier than running off alone with a knife in his pocket and no idea where to go. He's absolutely terrified of confronting them, even if there's a voice in his head whispering that it really wouldn't be a confrontation. It doesn't help the nervous twisting in his gut, though, so he clutches the straps on his backpack as he enters the house.
And the nervousness is overwhelming. He can hardly handle it. It's to the point that the moment he runs into anybody at De Chima #001 and they so much as greet him, he jumps and lowers his head and immediately blurts out a hurried, "I'm sorry!" ... Sorry about that.
iii: a text message
And maybe you're not at either of those houses when he is and Ken still wants to see you, or he feels like going somewhere that's not the houses to talk with you. In such a case, there will be a text from Ken to you, short and to the point. He'd make it more specific, maybe explain more, but he ended up getting nervous and sending it off quickly so the actual message ends up saying nothing more than:
Can we meet up somewhere?
((ooc; I'll likely also make this a catch-all for Ken stuff during June, so if you'd like to do something with him, whether it's about the above stuff of anything else, feel free to shoot me a message at
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That's kind of stupid to ask considering how much he's already blabbered away at him, but, well, he wants to ask, this time. Maybe not about the suicide. Maybe not about the murder. But if it's about his upbringing...
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People asked less questions when he announced to them oh and my mom is dead with a nonchalant attitude or smile. It kept them off his back. Sorry, Mom, for using you like that.
"It's just... I never knew my dad. I still don't know who he is, and that's okay. But it was just my mom for most of my life, and I didn't even know I had relatives until after she died. And the ones who ended up with me put me in a school dorm right after getting custody of me. I thought, the only person who ever wanted or would want me was my mom, and she's gone now.
"I never thought... I'd find this, you know? All these people."
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He's barely a teenager, isn't he? He thinks he remembers that, at least.
"It's unexpected," he answers, slowly. Still thinking about his words, what to say. "You never think about the possibility that you'll be welcomed in, and yet people try to let you in anyway...and you're not sure what to think of that." He shrugs, after a moment. "But it's a nice feeling, even if it's strange."
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"I didn't think I deserved it after what I did, once the surprise wore off. People liked me, but they didn't know what happened. I felt like I was lying... but talking about it would've-- well, it's not something that only affects me.
"... I want to protect these people. They gave me somewhere to be."
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He feels like he has a lot of things he doesn't really deserve, deep down. At home and here. This is a person who straight up tells people "I'm a bad person", after all.
But accepting them isn't exactly a terrible thing. There's no balance to satisfy except himself.
"You're strong, aren't you? And likely to get stronger. So I'm sure you can do that." He flashes another brief smile. "Having somewhere to come home to is valuable, and worth protecting." Even at the cost of himself, or everything else. But that's just how he thinks.
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Strong was the last descriptor he would've used on himself. It's the last he expected from somebody else, especially after something like this. After he had tried to run away... he looks up at Magicman, eyebrows furrowing, but after a moment he looks down again, clasping his hands in his lap.
"I don't know if I am now. But... I want to be. I want to be strong enough to protect what's important to me, this time."