The Sky is the Limit!

Indie RP blog for Neil "Space Kid" Armstrong from Camp Camp. Please read RULES before interacting! Follows from experiiment011.

[spacedkiid]

lilshitmax

That’s all it took to get Max up and out the door.

Max pinned the phone between his ear and his shoulder, grabbing his keys and leaving a note for David letting him know he’d be out for a little while but he was safe. He tagged it as ‘friend emergency’, explaining why the note was so short. All the while he kept the other on the line.

“Hey man, what’s going on? You need me to come over there?” Regardless of the answer, Max was already making his way downstairs to pin his note to the fridge. No matter how long it’d been, how close they had been before, Max was loyal as hell; something made even stronger by his time spent with David, the compassionate man who really brought that out in Max as well. He wasn’t going to let the other be alone in his time of need, absolutely not. Max stuck the note underneath an apple-shaped magnet, in front of the takeout menu so it would be sure to be noticed. He didn’t know if he’d be back before David.

“Try and breathe slow,” he instructed as he made his way to his used clunker of a car. David had gotten it for him on his 17th birthday, having scrounged and saved for the down payment for a few years prior. It wasn’t much, but it got Max from point A to point B, and that’s what he needed most of all right now. “Just, if you need me to come over there, tell me where you are, then tell me what’s happening alright? What’s going on?”

Max’s voice wasn’t calm, no. He tended to pick up on others’s panic and fear easily. But it was steady. Reassuring and compassionate. He hoped the other found it comforting in his time of need as he promised to pick the other up if he needed it.

        the sound of shuffling is heard over the phone, and neil knows that    max is moving around as he speaks. neil can't GRASP what's going on,    still in SHOCK despite the sobs that tear from his throat against his will.    he gulps in as much air as he can, trying desperately to CALM himself,    collapsing to sit on the sidewalk as max speaks to him through the phone.    it takes a moment to PROCESS what max is saying, and neil sniffs, rubbing    his tear-streaked face with the back of his hand.

        " i- i- " he begins, trying to piece together sentences in his current state,    " i got, i got kicked out. i, i don't h- ha- " a hiccup " -have anywhere to go. "

and it's true. his parents had all but ISOLATED him after his final visit to camp at    13; trying desperately to push him into a field he ALREADY wanted to go into,    but they pushed too hard, too fast, faster than he could keep up, and it got to him.    it got to him, and now here he is, crying on the side of the road, the bear he's had    since he was THREE clung tightly to his chest. he whimpers a few times, holding    the phone to his ear with a trembling hand, still desperately trying to calm down.

       " i- i- ... i'm at the corner of birchwood a- and.. i- i'm by the corner store, i... "    neil knows he probably isn't making SENSE. the town he and his parents lived    in was a bit away from CAMP, but, he was SURE he and max lived in the same    area, right?

" l- listen, i'm sorry, this is... you don't n- need to do anything, i just... " there it is; the GUILT, gnawing the back of his mind, driving him to blubbered apologies and hiccups for the nth time that evening,

“ i just didn’t know what else to do... “

[gemstone-gynoid]

What if the moon landing didn’t happen it just grew a flag like that.

[postmarxed-deactivated20190429]

Neil Armstrong was just already there

[pvrifiied]

{ open starter }

It was clear Daniel wasn’t sleeping tonight.

Coming to Camp Campbell to escape authorities had been great and all, but now he didn’t know anyone who could help him handle his nightmares. Throwing off his covers, he stepped out from his cabin into the night air, inhaling and leaning against the door. He didn’t expect anyone else to be awake, which meant he could drop that chipper happy camp counselor charade and just stand there and… be.

The night air felt cooler than usual, and he closed his eyes, just breathing in and out.

[spacedkiid]

                        the stars are beautiful tonight.        well, in space kid's opinion, the stars are beautiful EVERY    night; tonight, though, he just so happens to be awake to enjoy    the sight. he sits, planted, in the center of camp, staring up at the    sky with awe on his face. the only thing that snaps him out of his    amazed stupor is the sound of a door, opening and closing shut,    followed by controlled breathing.

       blinking, he turns to look over his shoulder, spotting daniel, leaning    against the cabin. excitement bubbles in his chest, and he stands up,    dusting off his pj's as he all but skips over to the man, grinning widely    despite it nearing three in the morning.

" daniel! " space kid chirps, but keeps his voice quiet enough so as to not wake up others in the camp, " what are you doing UP? "

[spacedkiid]

@lilshitmax​ || continued from here

          FEAR and COLD are searing through his chest, chest that    has a stuffed bear held close to it by two trembling arms. IN and    OUT, he tries to tell himself, but his lungs won't cooperate, pushing   air in and out faster than he thinks is healthy. It makes him lightheaded,    and he feels tears sting at his eyes, feels his throat trying to close up    as sobs threaten to tear themselves out.

         The only thing Neil has is his bear, and the backpack over his shoulders,                                             and the clothes on his back.

        Events from the evening play back in his mind against his    will; his parents, screaming, ARGUING- nothing UNCOMMON    between the two lately, but this time, it had been about HIM.

Useless. Worthless. A DISGRACE to the Armstrong name.

        His father's words tearing through him, his mother's negligence    to protect him, leaving him COLD and hollowed and BLEEDING-    metaphorically speaking. Until it cascaded down upon him, and the    next thing he knew, Neil was out on the streets. This all feels FAKE,    like one of his make believe stories gone terribly, terribly WRONG, and    he can't shake the numbness, the SHOCK, that petrifies him on the    corner of the street. Neil blinks, feeling a few tears fall, looking numbly    down at them. Realizing he needs help- that it's the beginnings of FALL,    that it's getting COLD, that he has NOWHERE to go- he fumbles in his    pocket for his phone, pulling it out and dialing the first number that comes    to mind- Max.

        Neil knows it's been YEARS, that they never spoke, that he'd always    been the RUNT of the camp, and yet in a fit of desperation, he finds himself    calling the least likely person anyone would think he'd have called. As the    phone rings once, twice, Neil finds himself fighting harder and HARDER to    hold back the sobs that shake his shoulders, BEGGING for Max to pick up.    When the phone is answered, it was like any PRAYERS he sent had been    answered as well, and before Neil knows it, he's breaking down in violent    SOBS over the phone.

" M- Max," voice is cracked, choked, STRANGLED with sobs, "I- I- I need, I n- need HELP... "

[spacedkiid]

lilshitmax

At the realization that he accidentally made that pun, Max dead pans completely. Absolutely horrible. He scrunched up his nose for just a moment then turned to Space Kid.

“If you make that joke again I’ll duct tape tree branches to your head and tie you to the flagpole.” He replied, with 0 intent on ever actually following through on his threat.

        a bit taken aback, a startled look for just a second, before melting into    a look of ease yet again. " aw, sure max! i won't say it again! " part of space kid    knew the threat was EMPTY, but, well, he prefers to do as he's told and stay on    peoples' GOOD sides anyway, max included.

[some-rp-meme-blog]

Make my muse feel bad, make‘em cry, break’em.

You can do anything! Insult them, hurt them, anything.

[spacedkiid]

@gwem​ || continued from here

        he had been UP and DOWN the elevator in its entirety twenty-three times    now. it was the most entertainment the boy could find, in the business center    of town. he came with his MOM, not wanting to be left home alone while she    went about her time at work. it's not often he tags along, but he REALLY wanted    to today, and so... well, he did! and he was EXCITED...

       ...that is, until, he figured out just how BORING the area was, sans the    elevator that he rode up and down- going up to begin his twenty-fourth round,    feeling the shift of gravity as the mechanism began to move again. on floor    THREE, it skids to a halt, doors parting to allow someone inside.

that someone being no other than GWEN.

        as she gets on, looking tired, space kid can't help but    feel the grin spread across his face. as the elevator goes up, he    shifts closer and closer to her, eyes shining with excitement at seeing     his camp counselor here. the music overhead plays, as it had been for    as long as he'd been here, when gwen suddenly speaks up. at the chance    of conversation, he bounces a couple of times, rocking back on his heels.

" my mom's at work, so i'm in a space ship! " because that's BASICALLY what an elevator is, right? " what are YOU doing here? "

[watermelon-david-blog]

@spacedkiid

David grinned wide as he walked around camp, arms full of personalized trinkets for each camper. They weren’t much (he got them from the dollar store), but he found many of the kids appreciated the little things. One or two things for each of them as a reward for a great few days; everyone was cooperating and trying so hard in their respective camps, and David really wanted to show that he appreciated that kind of behavior.

He slid up to Space Kid with a bright grin, and handed him a bag. “Heya!” He chimed. “I noticed all the effort you’ve been putting in lately, so while I was out in town I grabbed you a little something!” It wasn’t much- just some space stickers (they glowed in the dark!) and a little plastic telescope, but he hoped the boy would appreciate the gift nonetheless.

[spacedkiid]

        space is the final frontier! feet crunch on rocks, scattered across    the landscape, tinted various shades of red and brown. the young astronaut    LEAPS forward, away from his ship, further into the deserted wastelands of the    planet before him. a new location, an entirely new planet, undiscovered until this    day! a grin splits his features and he looks around, putting a finger to his ear over    his helmet, static sounding before-

" captain armstrong to houston! do you copy? " static. more static, no response.    perhaps communications are down! well, he'll just have to make due, he    supposes!-

       -then, suddenly, DAVID is in front of him, snapping space kid out of his    imagination. it doesn't BOTHER him though, since he always loves to hang    out with other people! a bag is handed to him, grin spread on the counselor's    face, and space kid can't help but grin in return as he takes it.

       " aw gosh! thanks david! " he chirps, opening and peering into the bag. the    items are small, a telescope (perfect!) and a small sticker book. gasping, eyes    shining in delight, he pulls them from the bag, bouncing up and down on his toes.

" david! i love stickers! i love them, thank you! " he wraps his small    arms around the counselor's knees, squeezing.

[spacedkiid]

lilshitmax

“I wonder if I can teleport,” Max wondered out loud, frankly completely ignoring Space Kid’s words. His mind was working too fast for his normal filter, too fast for him to keep up his calm and aloof facade.  He looked at Space Kid and grinned. “Huh? Sorry I spaced out. ”

         " teleport? " the statement takes him off guard, and he taps his    chin (or, well, where his chin WOULD be under his helmet) in contemplation.

" maybe if we found a wormhole! "

          the PUN makes him grin, and he nudged max with his elbow. " SPACED OUT, huh? heh! don't worry about it max, i space out ALL the time! "

[spacedkiid]

lilshitmax

Max’s eyes were pretty wide when he turned to Space Kid. Yes, he was a coffee drinker, but usually he didn’t down the pot all by himself. “I think I’ll be fine. Once the day gets going I’ll just be like, fast.” Still, he felt jittery, glancing around quickly every few seconds.

        "oh wow... you drank the WHOLE pot! " space kid notices the empty    pot a few inches away from the jittery max, whose eyes are darting to and    fro'. a bit more CONCERN seeps its way into his mind, and he lets it show in    his smile. " you really overdid it, max! here, maybe we can run around a bit!    i got a real neat new spaceship toy, and, well, i think running around might    help, maybe! " max did say something about going FAST and, well, running    is fast, isn't it?

[lilshitmax]

“Yknow, now that I’m thinking on it, maybe three cups of coffee back to back is not the best idea for someone with anxiety.”

[spacedkiid]

    "that sure is a LOT of coffee, max! are you gonna be OKAY? " --a pause,   a tilt of his head-- “is there anything i can get you? anxiety is sure no fun to deal with!” there’s concern in his voice, underlying the cheery tone he often has.

[spacedkiid]

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