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sixthiterationlogs2016-08-26 08:29 pm
seekingvinland) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-08-26 08:29 pm
The Destruction of Bungalow #44.
WHO: Thorfinn/Jo, then OTA.
WHERE: House 44; The Waverly.
WHEN: Predated to the 29th Storm Surge Event with Mod Permission.
OPEN TO: Jo, Kol + Threads open to those that want to help Thorfinn and Jo at their house.
WARNINGS: A lot of cursing. Will update otherwise.
STATUS: OPEN!
Days had passed since the meeting in the inn. The meeting Thorfinn stormed out of because of a headache. He had never been a social butterfly, but the language barrier was making things harder for him to want to be more social. He was both lonely and pushing the world away. The way he did in his teens to keep the horde away from him. The issue was, he was understanding a lot better than most would a man with as little known English as he had two months ago. He just had major issues with so many talking against one another so fast. It had left him annoyed and feeling isolated. Old feelings from long ago.
Since that day he had been spending most of his time in his routine. Hunt for dinner, look for herbs and collect mushrooms and timber. He keeps busy to not focus on his issues. The nightmares getting more vivid everyday. This had happened before, it was nothing new. When he started to feel the weight of life, sometimes his dead would appear in his vision in his waking hours. Reminders that he deserves whatever pain he was in. His pain would never equal to the pain he had brought upon others.
These were the thoughts littering his mind as he made his way down early afternoon. He no longer really knew how long he had been in the village. Time never really held meaning to one who didn't care about time beyond the holidays, and the approaching cold.
He made his way through the fountain park the way he usually does, cutting past the inn. A nod given to those he passed now and then. He tried to be friendly even when he didn't feel it. He had not slept well, he never sleeps well but the night before had been pretty bad. Bad enough that he felt bad for Jo having to deal with him some nights. He was tired and pondering laying down on the bench, that Jo called a couch, and trying to sleep a little even though he rarely considered sleep in the day, it was shameful to be a layabout. It was while pondering this that he started into the yard, at first not noticing a sloshing feel under his feet like it had rained. AS he neared the door only then did he notice the stream of water rolling from under the door.
"ó fjandinn!"
His eyes widened as he hurried to the door the timber abandoned to the front yard as he pushed the door open and more water rolled out soaking the boots he had on. "ríða, ríða, ríða!"
Their house, by the gods, there was water everywhere. All he could think of was how the lady next door had asked him if flooding had happened in their home. Water belongs in the river and now their home was a river.
He left the door hanging open and turned running as fast as his legs would take him, it had been a long while since he really utilized his speed. His brawl with Snake had been his last true burst of speed. Now he was running down the streets of this strange new land for the inn. Jo was usually there, if not Jo, maybe Kate would know. He came through the door fast sliding to a stop. "Jo!" he called out, the shock and concern all over his house. "House! The house is a river!" He forgot the word that their kind neighbor Peggy had used. He did not recall flood in English.
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Awhile later Thorfinn was hauling things out of the saturated house. Mostly their personal effects. His carvings and soaked clothes. He was grumbling under his breath in Norse the whole while. The anger and stress showed in his shoulders and grit teeth. He wasn't even trying to hide his displeasure at the situation.
He couldn't help but think of their neighbor and her wet rugs. That would have been much better than their home turning into a river while they were both out to stop it from happening. Not that he understood it much anyway. Still every now and then he would stop and look at Jo. Jo understood more of what this meant than he did. Just was the one who kept him from slipping over to the darker side that hide in the shadows. A side of himself he though was buried, but clearly wasn't. Standing in the middle of their soaked yard he shook his head after a second.
"We will be good." He muttered walking past her to go back inside to gather more things to bring out to the streets. He didn't know what the plan was after that.
WHERE: House 44; The Waverly.
WHEN: Predated to the 29th Storm Surge Event with Mod Permission.
OPEN TO: Jo, Kol + Threads open to those that want to help Thorfinn and Jo at their house.
WARNINGS: A lot of cursing. Will update otherwise.
STATUS: OPEN!
Days had passed since the meeting in the inn. The meeting Thorfinn stormed out of because of a headache. He had never been a social butterfly, but the language barrier was making things harder for him to want to be more social. He was both lonely and pushing the world away. The way he did in his teens to keep the horde away from him. The issue was, he was understanding a lot better than most would a man with as little known English as he had two months ago. He just had major issues with so many talking against one another so fast. It had left him annoyed and feeling isolated. Old feelings from long ago.
Since that day he had been spending most of his time in his routine. Hunt for dinner, look for herbs and collect mushrooms and timber. He keeps busy to not focus on his issues. The nightmares getting more vivid everyday. This had happened before, it was nothing new. When he started to feel the weight of life, sometimes his dead would appear in his vision in his waking hours. Reminders that he deserves whatever pain he was in. His pain would never equal to the pain he had brought upon others.
These were the thoughts littering his mind as he made his way down early afternoon. He no longer really knew how long he had been in the village. Time never really held meaning to one who didn't care about time beyond the holidays, and the approaching cold.
He made his way through the fountain park the way he usually does, cutting past the inn. A nod given to those he passed now and then. He tried to be friendly even when he didn't feel it. He had not slept well, he never sleeps well but the night before had been pretty bad. Bad enough that he felt bad for Jo having to deal with him some nights. He was tired and pondering laying down on the bench, that Jo called a couch, and trying to sleep a little even though he rarely considered sleep in the day, it was shameful to be a layabout. It was while pondering this that he started into the yard, at first not noticing a sloshing feel under his feet like it had rained. AS he neared the door only then did he notice the stream of water rolling from under the door.
"ó fjandinn!"
His eyes widened as he hurried to the door the timber abandoned to the front yard as he pushed the door open and more water rolled out soaking the boots he had on. "ríða, ríða, ríða!"
Their house, by the gods, there was water everywhere. All he could think of was how the lady next door had asked him if flooding had happened in their home. Water belongs in the river and now their home was a river.
He left the door hanging open and turned running as fast as his legs would take him, it had been a long while since he really utilized his speed. His brawl with Snake had been his last true burst of speed. Now he was running down the streets of this strange new land for the inn. Jo was usually there, if not Jo, maybe Kate would know. He came through the door fast sliding to a stop. "Jo!" he called out, the shock and concern all over his house. "House! The house is a river!" He forgot the word that their kind neighbor Peggy had used. He did not recall flood in English.
Closed to Kol
Awhile later Thorfinn was hauling things out of the saturated house. Mostly their personal effects. His carvings and soaked clothes. He was grumbling under his breath in Norse the whole while. The anger and stress showed in his shoulders and grit teeth. He wasn't even trying to hide his displeasure at the situation.
He couldn't help but think of their neighbor and her wet rugs. That would have been much better than their home turning into a river while they were both out to stop it from happening. Not that he understood it much anyway. Still every now and then he would stop and look at Jo. Jo understood more of what this meant than he did. Just was the one who kept him from slipping over to the darker side that hide in the shadows. A side of himself he though was buried, but clearly wasn't. Standing in the middle of their soaked yard he shook his head after a second.
"We will be good." He muttered walking past her to go back inside to gather more things to bring out to the streets. He didn't know what the plan was after that.
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He offered her a thankful smile when she worked on the next window set. With some of them in his own arms he followed her out dropping the faberics down on the large pile outside and shrugged at her question. He was thankful to understand her words but, he wasn't sure what else needed saving. Some of his projects were ruined so better left to stay in the water.
"I think this all, Jo still upstairs. So, just what she throws down." He spoke as he pointed to where he had shoved the couch up against the stairs. He had every intention of telling Jo to jump over and he'd catch her rather than risk the stairs again, but he was waiting for her to come into sight again, for now he leaned against the mailbox crossing his arms. Their little life in this place haphazardly piled on a bedsheet.
"Thank you." He spoke looking back to her already unfolding his arms and offered over a wet hand. "Nerys, yes?"
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Instead, she walks over to appraise the pile of items, mentally sorting salvage and trying to figure out how the hell they can wash floodwaters out of curtains. "I hope she hurries," she says to him, and glances up at the second floor of the house in concern before turning back to shake his hand. "Yes, Nerys. You are Thorfinn?"
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"Jo be fine, she knows." He spoke with a firm nod after shaking hands. "Yes, I am Thorfinn. Nice to meet you." He spoke, parts of his English were becoming very good where some parts still needed a lot of work. He looked back at the pile a moment. "Most will be saved. Bit of clean water will do good."
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"Clean water," she agrees, "and some soapberries for some of it, maybe. I...I'm sorry about your house." Statements like this aren't easy for Nerys, ones where she can't make it better. The most she can do is help salvage the wreckage, and it's salvage from a life already thrown into disarray by this place. "If there's anything more I can do, please ask. We all need to help each other here."
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"Yes, clean water. We have soap." He spoke a little clearer, finally he moved fully over to the pile and shifted through things for one of the glass kitchen containers, being careful with it he removed the lid, inside were little round looking balls. Chestnut soap made over the past few weeks. He shrugged at her apology, looking unsure what to say at first. "Jo's house, I just stay. Many thanks for help, Nerys. I know not what to do." He usually didn't admit such things with strangers but it was a high stress situation despite how he tried to play it down.
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"It's all right, we all need to help each other. I don't think any of us really know what to do," she admits. "Like anything we decide to do could turn out wrong. But we must try, do something or...there's no point to living."
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He nodded to her words. "One day at a time." He replied. "Elder master said the same." He lifted the jar up again and held it her way. "Take some if want, for helping." He knew Jo was trading things, but she helped them it seemed like a small start at repayment for the help.
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"One day at a time--must be wisdom in many cultures," she says, and accepts two of the soap balls out of the jar. Usually she'd protest, for politeness' sake, but again, the circumstances make that seem ludicrous. "You're too kind, thank you. If you need more hands to make the lye, or more of this--" she lifts up the soap, "I am more than happy to help. I promise I work hard, stronger than I look."
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"Yes, I think so to." He agreed, closing the lid once she had taken two from the jar. He placed it back down on the sheet where everything was sitting. He stayed knelled taking silent inventory. He looked up offering a light smile and nodded. "Yes, next time we meet maybe?" He offered, he would never turn down help when it came to things the village could need.
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She means it, it's not just for show, though she's pretty sure Thorfinn is rather proud (though not too proud to take a helping hand).
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