( open ) — july catch-all

[kampfgeist]

WHO: Heine (kampfgeist) & you
WHAT: July, generally
WHERE: all over the place!
WHEN: the month of July, minus event
WARNINGS: TBD

baby's first catch-all log... starters to come as the opportunity arises, that's how this works, right?

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[guitarpicks]

[ eddie doesn't know this city like he knows hawkins, a place where he can judge if that statement would be true. so he just hum in agreement, dropping the topic like any other pleasantry.

eddie's not really one for pleasantries as he starts to lead heine toward the fire escape, which involves them going up about seven stories. having eddie go first might be a good call from a paranoia perspective but it does mean that they move at eddie's pace; which is the pace of a chronic smoker and asthmatic who skipped every gym class he could --- it's slow goings. ] So how'd recruiting for your fights go, Raging Bull?

[kampfgeist]

[ all the better that eddie's no good at pleasantries, because heine wouldn't know a pleasantry if it spit in his face. he can manage the bare minimum of civil conversation, sure—but small talk is far from his forte and he's comfortable in silence.

also not athsmatic, which means the slow pace up the fire escape is a little entertaining, but heine knows better than to complain. gift horse, mouth, all that. ]

Better than I expected. [ it was surprising enough that he's honest about it now. ] I didn't expect many takers. Got some good fights out of it.

[ he's self-aware enough to know that for most people it's probably weird to be in a better mood after a series of fights in the middle of an intersection, but he is who he is. also: ]

Who the fuck is Raging Bull?

[guitarpicks]

So how many bored brawlers do we have in this beautiful… [ Eddie pauses as he moves up the ladder, trying to think of a word for ‘city’ that starts with a ‘b’ but falling short. maybe he should have paid attention more in English class. ] … bad place.

It’s a movie, man. About boxing, I think.

I didn’t see it. [ but he knows about it! which doesn’t matter because when the reach the top of the roof, Eddie guides them toward an area of the place he’s set up two rather plush looking chairs he’d never be able to afford at home. he flops into one, groaning as it irritates the healing scars on his sides and back. he hisses before speaking. ] Make yourself at home, dude.

[kampfgeist]

I met six or seven. There's probably more. [ he's not thinking that he got to fight everyone in the city who can fight, that's for sure—but the fact that a half-dozen showed up is a pretty good turnout. ]

And because I know you're curious, [ his tone is dry, which is how you know heine is joking, ] it was mostly fists. Only two weapon fights.

[ it's very important research that heine has been conducting here, clearly. and maybe the boxing reference is more apt than he knew, even though heine is not a film buff—wes anderson who?

it's not a bad setup eddie's got here, definitely nicer than where heine lived back home. although many aspects of this city suck, the digs are pretty decent. he's also nursing a couple of unexpectedly tender spots following his fights, so heine is careful as he drops down into the other chair. ] Oh, fuck. That's not bad.

[guitarpicks]

You read my mind, good sir. What were the weapons? [ he's kind of curious what counts here. it seems like a lot of the people who normally carried them ended up with nothing.

eddie normally has a pocket knife on him, sure, for safety but that's sort of chump change compared to a gun.

when they're both settled, eddie digs a cigarette case out of his pocket and from there pulls out a pre-rolled joint and a well-worn zippo lighter. he looks over at heine from the corner of his eyes first and then turns to him, eyes narrowing slightly. ] Have you smoked a cig before?

[ he kind of needs to know a baseline here to teach the guy what to do. if he needs to teach him, at least. if he can get the hang of it or if this is a hopeless, shotgun with a stranger sort of situation. ]

[kampfgeist]

Knives and a bat. [ bat courtesy of gebura, which was an interesting choice. heine can't be called the most morally upright of dudes, but even he knew it was a bad idea to bring a knife to a fist fight, so he had appreciated gebura's creativity in that regard.

with both of his eyes momentarily closed, heine senses the pause more than sees it. he cracks open one eye to look at eddie, then the other, lifting an eyebrow. ]

Cigarettes? Sure. [ not as a regular thing, but you don't spend as much time around badou nails as heine has without picking up at least the concept of how a cigarette works. as appealing as shotgunning with a stranger might be, eddie's off the hook for now. ] You don't have to teach me, if that's what you're asking.

[guitarpicks]

A bat? [ that gets eddie's attention and he wonders if steve of all people showed up for a fight. part of him doubts it but then again he'd learned a whole lot about steve harrington lately that he hadn't thought possible.

with that confirmation about cigarettes, he is grinning again. not that he doesn't want to be thinking about people from home (actually, he almost doesn't) but the present is a better topic. especially when the present is weed. ] This is a little different.

You want to hold the smoke in your lungs longer to feel more of the effect with weed. [ then he pauses. ] At least once you get it down.

[ he lights the joint and brings it to his lips, inhaling slowly before pulling it back and then pulling the smoke into his lungs. eddie's probably not the best example to follow on your first go around of it and, well, he's not so much of an asshole to warn that he's not the best lead to follow here. then again, the guy did say he didn't need to teach him so who's eddie to say more or warn heine about coughing?

he exhales and holds the joint out to heine. ]

[kampfgeist]

[ although surely steve harrington is a man of mystery, he indeed did not show up to heine's impromptu fight club situation, sorry to disappoint! not that heine knows he needs to specify, so he just nods. ] It was a good choice. [ gebura was a tough fight for him, but in a good way.

impassive as always, heine listens to eddie's instructions and observes the way he inhales before accepting the joint as it's passed. two things heine had learned the hard way when he smoked a cigarette for the first time were 1) if you breathe too deeply the first time, you'll cough, and 2) if you start coughing it's hard to stop, so it's with these two things in mind that he lifts the joint to his own mouth.

his inhale isn't nearly as deep, but almost immediately heine can taste the difference between cigarette smoke and this. it does burn a little even despite his caution, but even though his eyes water a little heine manages not to choke on it as he holds the smoke in his lungs and hands the joint back over to eddie.

a moment, then a slow exhale. ] Tastes... plant-y. [ herbaceous, in a weird way. not like the tobacco heine is used to. ]