video 01 | Aortic Aneurysm

[clussy]

(You know who is not going to react to this situation decently no matter how many times it's explained to him? Eddie. You know who doesn't have a good game face against fear? Also Eddie. He's alone, he needs an adult, and he's pretty sure they don't restock on inhalers here. He knew he didn't need it, not technically, but he also knew that his lungs were contracting at a rate that lead to hyperventilating and as far as he was concerned, that was exactly what an asthma attack was all about. He was having an asthma attack. Maybe. His body was thinking about it.

By the way, he's definitely just been staring at the video for a couple of silent seconds, his jaw working back and forth as he just tried to remind himself that he was actually capable of breathing. This kid......)

My mom's going to fucking kill me.

(The words are whispered under his breath and he would think twice about swearing if he realized how many adults might be watching this video. He was enough of a loser that he could get the whole communication device thing, really, that was fine. But he wasn't quite able to wrap his mind around the full extent of it all.

After a second, he decides fuck it. He needs his inhaler. It goes up, he gives it a few shakes, and takes a deep, deep breath in with it. Holds. Holds.

Then his whole body deflates, his eyes rolling up. He closes his eyes and thinks about how he would talk to the police in Derry. Ha. If that wasn't the biggest fucking joke ever. When he speaks next, his voice is pitched higher than before, that typical 'I'm trying super hard to be polite and endearing' voice that he uses to call his mom 'mommy' when he's real apologetic. He's not even trying to be a suck up. The kid's just scared.)

Um. My name's Eddie Kaspbrak. I'm Sonia Kaspbrak's son and I definitely need to be home for dinner which is like, in an hour. So if anyone can help...I would really appreciate it.

.....God, I really hope this isn't that creep who was taking all those kids.

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[shashka]

[ he laughs at that. him. have kids. years ago, someone had asked him to carry on his family line. that had been his response then, and it was how it was always going to remain.

unless you counted dogs as kids. in which case he was a proud father of two. ]

A friend's son, actually. Never plan on having any kids of my own.

[ and given where his interests lay, he was pretty sure he'd be safe, for the time being. ]

Not if you got him first. But like I said, that would take a lot of training.

[ although at what he says next, he can't help but nod. he'd been safe enough as a kid. ]

She didn't give me all that much advice. I think I wasn't exactly what she wanted in a son. Thankfully, she had someone else for that.

[ he surprisingly doesn't sound bitter. it might also help when you have some very... complicated feelings for the man in question. ]

[clussy]

(Only heartless people would say dogs don't count as children. They certainly were easier and cuter than children.

Now that was interesting. In the 1950s, people were all about having children. Eddie knew, in theory, there were people who never had kids. But he's never heard of someone explicitly saying they didn't plan on it.)

Why not?

(Not that he seemed particularly bothered by the fact.)

I don't want to kill anyone though...

(Ironic considering in Eddie's future, he did wind up killing one Henry Bowers, but that was hardly relevant. The kid just had more to him than he knew how to give himself credit for- but what twelve year old wasn't like that? No training involved. Just a lot of anger and fear.)

If I were to start training, where should I start? (He bites the corner of his mouth before finally admitting:) I'm...I'm actually pretty good at running.

(This next part though? That captivates Eddie's attention almost wholly, his eyes going dark and large.)

...You weren't? Why not? (He has a million questions at the tip of his tongue but that's the only one that comes out and it felt so small compared to everything else.)