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 Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 4:33 pm
Otto felt he was having a breakthrough. No closer to what he was sure was the root of his problems, however, he had in fact found himself again. Really, truth be told, he'd been there all along. A chance encounter with... Chance, funny enough, had gifted him with a conversation that brought to light who he was. The same guy he'd always been.
Things had changed, that was all. He was still himself.
Otto wanted to tell Maebe, but wondered if he ought to wait a short bit. It would have to be through texts or DMs anyway, since she had barred them from seeing each other until he had answers. After all, they tended to get... physical when she was near. Like gravity, it was unavoidable.
He knocked on Ripley's door, and waited.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 4:44 pm
Ripley had spent a lot of time alone lately, now that he had his room back. It was time he'd normally spend with Finn, but since their talk he had too many things to think about. Too many important things that required his full attention.
He was currently laying on his bed, staring unseeing at the ceiling with his fingers linked on top of his stomach. Comfortably alone in his silence, until the knock of course, which finally brought his gaze down to focus on the door.
"It's open." He called, looking back up at the ceiling.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 4:47 pm
Otto walked on in, giving a raised brow glance at Ripley on his bed. "You pretendin' to be a corpse?" He murmured, lightly kicking the door behind him. Ripley looked posed like the bodies often seen at home in the funeral home.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 4:53 pm
"Perhaps." Came his answer, quiet as always from the bed. Finally he unwrapped his hands and moved to sit up for his present company, sliding carefully to the edge of the bed. "How are you, Otto?" It was something of a surprise to see him here, after everything that happened.
He certainly seemed okay, which was even more strange.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 4:57 pm
"M'good." He replied, padding his way toward Ripley. After a moment of consideration, he sat on the other side of bed.
"Updating you on my status." He said matter of factly, although his lack of eye contact meant he was self conscience about it. It had taken some bravery to work the nerve to share.
"I ran into a dude who helped me out. Just asked me questions n' stuff. I don't feel so lost no more."
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 5:12 pm
He watched Otto sit down, noting the way he sat on the other side of the bed, mostly away from him. He wasn't sure if that meant he felt awkward about it, or if he was just being shy around his problems - both were equally possible, at this point.
"Oh?" Now, that was interesting! Otto, keeping him in the loop? How different. Now strangely nice. He listened to the small, short story before giving a small nod. "That's great." A small smile was given as he felt a strange form of relief; he had worried about the younger man, at least a little bit. "Who was this mysterious shrink?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 5:16 pm
"Dude named Chance. He was star gazin' with a fancy telescope." He really liked that thing. Otto was still considering getting one for himself. "It was kinda weird. I'd only just met the guy, but after talkin' about nothin' for a while, it just got easier to open up."
Maybe it had been because he'd felt so defeated, he'd stopped caring what he shared. Chance had been surprisingly patient and obliging with him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 5:21 pm
"Chance, eh?" Ripley chuckled, the closest thing to a laugh that he had uttered in a very long time. "I'm not surprised." That man was the master of throwing people off their guard; it was his special skill. "I'm glad he could help you." One more reason to thank the man, it seemed. For someone who seemed so aloof, he certainly knew how to fix problems.
"What sorts of things did he ask?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 5:27 pm
"You know him?" he drawled curiously, tilting his head.
Otto tried to think back to the other night, and the direction their conversations had gone. "Well.. one thing he asked me to do was describe myself with adverbs.. I couldn't do it right away, so he led by example. After a while, I realized I'm not really a stranger to myself like I made myself believe."
"Just simple stuff.. but it was enough to level me out again."
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 5:34 pm
"I do." Ripley confirmed with a nod. Did he know Chance? Hah. His expression remained impassive as ever, giving nothing but the same mask as always.
"Interesting." He mused, thinking about the methods taken. "And this little game. You'll remember it when you start to slip again?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 5:37 pm
Otto nodded.
"List my hobbies. Things I like and don't like. I was thinkin' of writing the keywords he used about me in my journal so I can refer to it when I ain't feelin' good."
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 5:52 pm
"Good idea." Ripley mused as he got to his feet, crossing the room to pause by his desk, opening up one of the bottom most drawers. It was as meticulously organized as the rest of his room was, so it took him little to no time to find what he was looking for.
A small notebook was tossed onto Otto's lap, the kind that was small enough to be stuffed into a pocket, but large enough to not be annoying to write in.
"New start, right?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 5:55 pm
Otto flinched, moving to catch the notebook as it fell into his lap. He looked up at Ripley then, his expression surprised, before falling into a grateful, but subtle smile.
"New start." He murmured back, looking down again at the little notebook. None of his old nightmares and issues that filled his old journal. A new Otto, a new beginning. Blank pages to fill with his journey.
"Thank you." He opened it up, flipping through the blank pages. "Got a pen?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 6:00 pm
He did have a pen, actually. The same drawer was reached into, but when he tossed his one he was a lot more gentle about it; it was clear why, should Otto catch it. The pen was heavy. Weighted for comfort and ease of writing. It looked like a professional's pen, and indeed it was; one of the many he had taken from work and kept out of habit alone.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 6:03 pm
Otto furrowed his brows at the weight of the pen. It sure wasn't dollar store variety. "Looks like the s**t Dad used to use." He muttered, brow raising high.
"Guessn' this is pricy?"
Otto clicked it, a few too many times for the sheer joy of pen clicking, and began to write a list.
Musician
Introvert
Creative
Empathetic
Deep Feeling/Thinking
Things he remembered Chance had said based on what Otto told him.
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