thenearshore | Before and After (Open + Closed posts)

Who: Eric and you! IV is for Eric and Ren
What: Playing with a pup, fire training, not sleeping, and dealing with nightmares. Just a grand ol' time
When: Early August
Where: Far Shore
Warnings: IV contains death, blood, nightmares

I. August 3rd - Playing and Training a Pup

[ The pup that Eric had found, found a home with him and Ren. The little shiba inu was more then happy with the new place and Eric enjoyed taking it out for walks and giving it some play time. He was in the park, treats and toys abound as he was throwing a ball or frisbee to the puppy. When he wasn't playing with him, he was trying to give it some training, learning to sit and come when called. Though it seemed more interested in playing with a ball more than learning to lie down. ]

II. August 4th Morning - Playing With Fire

[ It was a nice day to train, and Eric was getting pretty used to these fire powers. Now he was trying to expand and learn more of what he could do with them.

He made a makeshift target and squared off against it. He was learning how to put the flames on a knife and slice the target from a distance. Sometimes small flames, sometimes large. When he wasn't using a knife he was using his hands, varrying between large and small balls. He was learning more about control and power. How much can he push this thing while still being in control.

Stop to bother him or help with training. ]

III. August 7th/8th - What is Sleep?

[ It's a quiet late afternoon, early evening when Eric's on a bench in the park area. He has his legs curled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. Although he seemed to be zoning out, he was also pretty jumpy, constantly looking for the source of a noise. It didn't seem he was leaving or even moving from that spot any time soon.

To say he was and looked tired was an understatement. Even though he seemed to try and doze, he always shot back up, ready to stay awake even longer. ]

IV. August 6th Morning - Closed to Ren

[ Someone was in front of him. Tied up with begging eyes. They were hurt, beaten pretty bad. They kept trying to speak, say words, but he couldn't understand them. There were tears and snot running down their face. He watched them calming, they should stop complaining, he was also pretty banged up but there were no tears.

'Got an order for you mutt.'

He blinked, his hands tightening around the knife in his hands. He didn't move though, only staring at the scared, tied up target. He will only move when that voice said so. When his owner commanded he would obey. Ignore the pain, ignore the hollow growling of his stomach. Just listen, then he can get a reward.

'Kill him.'

He nodded, raising his hand to strike a blow. It was not a person, it was something that needed to die. Then he could live. He could get food. He lowered ithe knife swiftly to the targets neck. He felt it go in, heard screaming. It was fine, he had done good. He took out the knife. This wasn't a person, this was fine.

There was a lot of blood. The body slumped, eyes open, mouth gaping like a fish as if trying to take in air. Then it stopped, but the blood kept leaving, the eyes staring at him, no life in them. This was fine, he was a goody boy. Better them than him.

He heard laughter, applause, others around him talking excitedly like they just saw a show. A few approached, congratulating his owner on a the training.

He felt a hand on his head, feeling it being patted, ruffling his dirty hair. He could hear the grin in his owners words.

'Good dog.'

He nodded, looking down, seeing himself covered in blood. Yes, he was a good dog.

Eric's eyes flew open and he scrambles to sit up from the bed. It didn't take long before he was out of his bed, more in shock, and paced his room.

He's had dreams before, even a bit of nightmares here and there. But this, felt different. In his mind he knew...it was a memory. He remebered something from his life before. That just made him feel worse.

He...he killed someone. Because someone else told him to...

Good dog...he was a dog. His stomach twisted, he felt sick. He stopped his pacing to curl up in a ball on the floor. An owner gave him commands. He killed, how many times? That time when he became younger made so much more sense but it did not make him feel the slightest better.

His mind was whirlling as he tugged on his hair. The images of blood, of him placing the knife in that persons throat kade him whimper a bit. If this was what his memories were, he didn't want to remember.]

...Not a dog. I'm not, 'm not...

V. Wildcard!

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[ Eric hates admitted he's hungry alright?]

Okay...if you want to cook I won't stop you...

[ It's kinda not alright when you're like this, actually. ]

Right. So, any allergies or preferences?

[ It's not but who says he has any good skills of not being like this.

He shakes his head, and shrugs. ]

Not really...

Then curry it is.

[ It's probably one of the few things that he's better than 'okay' at. Still nowhere near Izumo's skill, but it's pretty good. ]

[ Eric actually perks up a bit at that. You might have found out one of his favorite foods! ]

Haven't had curry in awhile...

Yeah? Well, we've got chicken and beef to choose from.

[ Luckily for you, Eric, it's one of his most practiced dishes. ]

You cook a lot?

[ Good he will it always if Shizuo offers. And good on you, he's distracted by all of this. ]

Not as much as Izumo, but I can get by. I'm usually the one that cooks in my temple.

[ That's because he's most familiar with grocery stores and the kinds of recipes that can be made. ]

As long as you know your way around the kitchen...

[ he was going to say more but a yawn cuts him off and he shakes his head to wake himself up a bit. ]

Well enough to deal with a haunted oven.

[ Well enough to know that it was haunted at all. Yet Shizuo's wondering if he'd be awake long enough to eat anything in the first place. ]

Haunted?

[ He tilts his head to that. ]

How?

One of those spirits got into it when Izumo was cooking on it. Sometimes it'll mess with the settings throughout the range.

[ It's not the most specific explanation, but there's no single specific thing this spirit did. Sometimes it seemed to be trying to help, and other times it looked like it was just a fit. ]

At least that keeps cooking...interesting...

[ Never a dull moment over here. ]

Yeah, but now I gotta tell Izumo about needing a new range when he wakes up.

[ Eric gives out a soft chuckle at that. ]

I'm sure he'll be happy to hear that something needs to be fixed in his bar.

[ Was that sarcasm? Yes, yes it was. not sure where it came from but he doubted Izumo didn't pride his bar a bit too much. ]

Yeah, yeah. I'm really not looking forward to it, but it's better than a haunted oven burning the place down.

[ Go ahead and keep getting those laughs out, Eric. ]

[ He stops shortly afterwards anyways, it's just mildly amusing to a tired mind. ]

As long as nothing gets destroyed, i'm sure he'll be annoyed but thankful.

[ Because that just feels like what Izumo would do ]

[ Reaching the door to the bar, at the employee entrance, Shizuo pulls the key back out. Man, it feels like he was just doing this in reverse before. After unlocking the door, he lets Eric go in first. ]

Go ahead and take a seat. I'll reheat some of the curry for ya.

Right...

[ He walks inside and manages to plop himself on one of the stools near the counter. He rests his head in his hand because...now he really was feeling pretty tired. But, he'll keep at it, since this guy was being nice enough to get him some food. ]

[ If you're both tired and hungry, it's better to have something in your stomach anyway. After a few minutes, he'll bring out a bowl and set it down in front of the kid, along with silverware and a single-serve container of milk. ]

Now if you want someone to stick around for a while, I can do that. If you'd rather be alone, the apartment's just up the stairs.

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