[ Wait til you find out the kidney is the least of his problems... ]
probably i guess i'll see how the post-sabbath ozzy life treats me
[ That brings him pause, because ordinarily people find him loud and irritating (which is fair; he kind of intends to be) and don't exactly offer things up for free. ]
( okay, don't start speaking a different language with her, please. )
and i don't know. my guess is that she likes the kind of music you play. maybe it reminds her of her home before she got here. she's been around for more than 20 years.
it's not my fault. my country was at war for most of my life, but i'll take some of your tapes i have some, too. i'm learning about all kinds of music bands
( weird, she thinks, but leaves eddie with a short message before she returns to work. ten minutes before her shift is over, she messages him again, and they agree to meet in a parking lot close to where the store is. he wouldn't be the only one who is parked there, but it doesn't take wanda long to get there, umbrella in tow; it takes her even less to know which vehicle is his, for there's loud music coming from it.
[ If the music didn’t give him away, the enormous dragon mural painted on the side of his van might have. When Wanda knocks on the van’s door, a shout of yeah, yeah, just a minute comes from inside, followed by rustling until the music cuts and the door swings open.
It doesn’t take much to tell why he does everything out of his van. The back has been outfitted for mostly full-time living. A bed, cabinetry, a little desk a guitar and amp tucked into the corner. It’s kind of nice, and put together well.
Eddie, however… ]
Hey.
[ He looked bad when he lost his kidney. He looks even worse now. Pale and tired with dark circles under his eyes, just the same as before, now with the addition of a large wound spread across his jaw and neck, in the process of healing. He moves gingerly, like a man who’s already popped his stitches multiple times, because that’s exactly what he is.
But despite everything, he tips his head and grins. ]
Step into my office. Or, you know, just outside of it. Not a lot of room.
( immediately, it's impossible to not notice that he looks like shit—much worse than what he was last time she had seen him in person. does eddy just not like looking after himself? is he on drugs, or does he drink a lot? while missing a kidney? she frowns, the pinch of her brows prominent as she closes her umbrella in the same breath as her stepping inside the van. when he closes the door behind her, she sets the umbrella close to it, as to not drip all over his things. )
You look awful.
( stop making her worry, you asshole—
but wanda can tell that he doesn't want a lecture, so she busies herself with looking around at the inside of his van. it really might have just about everything one might need, except for a toilet and kitchen. her eyes dart back to him; from inside her jacket's pocket, she pull out a pouch containing his promised guitar strings. )
[ Eddie does intend to return to his smoking and drinking habits eventually despite his singular kidney, but he’s doing himself a favor and taking it easy for now. It’s not like he ever partook to the extreme before, and he’s not so sure it matters anymore. This overall look of illness—that’s something else entirely. ]
And here I thought I looked like complete shit, not just awful. You flatter me. Oh—thanks.
[ He accepts the strings with a grins and immediately turns to begin digging through the cabinets lining the back of the van, far less neat and organized than the rest of the tiny room would imply. He’s clearly shoved everything into them with no real organizational system. His voice continues, slightly muffled: ]
Yeah. I, uh, had a bit of a run-in with some mutant bats? So, not really sleeping as well as I’d like, but…
[ He trails off and shrugs, eventually emerging with an old cassette recorder in one hand and a blank cassette in the other. ]
Probably don’t have rabies, so that’s one bright side, at least.
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what do you take me for??
[ Man who gets targeted by organ harvesters, obviously. ]
my band and i recorded a demo back home
didn't really get us anywhere but
that was just attempt number 1
how much am i paying for these strings?
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( you walked right into that one eddie )
you could try here again maybe
only rock songs?
and i guess whatever you think they're worth
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it was ONE TIME
[ You people are never letting him live it down. Nor should you. ]
mostly
maybe a ballad or two if the inspiration ever strikes
i've never been a solo act but
first time for everything, right?
k
so what if i think they're worthless??
do i get them for free?
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you should give the solo act a try.
i'm sure you can find other musicians in the city if you tried though
and if they're worthless to you, then i guess so
( silvia just wants the young man to come in. not in a trap sort of way, more in a 'wanting to encourage his behavior' way. wanda gives in: )
my boss wants you to have them as a gift.
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probably
i guess i'll see how the post-sabbath ozzy life treats me
[ That brings him pause, because ordinarily people find him loud and irritating (which is fair; he kind of intends to be) and don't exactly offer things up for free. ]
ok
why??
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( okay, don't start speaking a different language with her, please. )
and i don't know. my guess is that she likes the kind of music you play.
maybe it reminds her of her home before she got here. she's been around for more than 20 years.
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the band??
kicked ozzy osbourne out for doing too many drugs so he started a killer solo career???
[ He can't help that he defaults to musicspeak and nerdspeak. ]
jesus
ok
well
i'll definitely take them
thanks
to both you and her
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( sorry for the sacrilege )
you know, you're less intimidating once getting to know you.
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of course not
if you ever wanna fix that problem i have plenty of tapes
[ HE'S SO SAD NOW, WANDA, YOU HAVE TO ACCEPT. ]
you know
i get that a lot
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my country was at war for most of my life, but i'll take some of your tapes
i have some, too. i'm learning about all kinds of music bands
that's also not a bad thing
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your crimes are forgiven
in fact i'll do you one better
i'll make you a mixtape
[ So generous... ]
nah i didn't think so
thanks
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you'll write the names of the songs and bands on the cassette case too?
can i see how you do the mixtape?
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all part of the process
and sure
it's not some big secret
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( much expensive... )
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you're asking a lot here but
i think that's a price i'm more than willing to pay
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or i could bring them to you, for mixtape learning purposes
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i can drop by for the strings and give a mixtape lesson
if you're not opposed that is
i have a flexible schedule
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is that alright with your flexible schedule?
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[ He says as if he has anything planned. ]
do you mind action on this thread, or would you like a starter? both ok with me!
where will we go?
( she doesn't want to go into anyone's motel room or apartment )
action works for me!
i do it all out of my van
[ Where he lives, so if you really think about it, it's impossible to not go to his apartment. ]
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she knocks on the van door, palm open. )
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It doesn’t take much to tell why he does everything out of his van. The back has been outfitted for mostly full-time living. A bed, cabinetry, a little desk a guitar and amp tucked into the corner. It’s kind of nice, and put together well.
Eddie, however… ]
Hey.
[ He looked bad when he lost his kidney. He looks even worse now. Pale and tired with dark circles under his eyes, just the same as before, now with the addition of a large wound spread across his jaw and neck, in the process of healing. He moves gingerly, like a man who’s already popped his stitches multiple times, because that’s exactly what he is.
But despite everything, he tips his head and grins. ]
Step into my office. Or, you know, just outside of it. Not a lot of room.
sorry a few days of conference kicked my ass
You look awful.
( stop making her worry, you asshole—
but wanda can tell that he doesn't want a lecture, so she busies herself with looking around at the inside of his van. it really might have just about everything one might need, except for a toilet and kitchen. her eyes dart back to him; from inside her jacket's pocket, she pull out a pouch containing his promised guitar strings. )
Have you been sleeping well?
( sorry, she really cannot help it. )
no worries!
And here I thought I looked like complete shit, not just awful. You flatter me. Oh—thanks.
[ He accepts the strings with a grins and immediately turns to begin digging through the cabinets lining the back of the van, far less neat and organized than the rest of the tiny room would imply. He’s clearly shoved everything into them with no real organizational system. His voice continues, slightly muffled: ]
Yeah. I, uh, had a bit of a run-in with some mutant bats? So, not really sleeping as well as I’d like, but…
[ He trails off and shrugs, eventually emerging with an old cassette recorder in one hand and a blank cassette in the other. ]
Probably don’t have rabies, so that’s one bright side, at least.
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