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Zacharie ([personal profile] catinthemask) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2016-10-21 06:19 pm

[Open] Gold Lion's Gonna Tell Me Where The Light Is

Who: Zacharie and You!
Where: Around Neverland
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG13, warnings for hallucinations and references to violence. Will add more as needed.
Summary: Zacharie is a Lost One with a preference of never fighting back. Guess selling things that ended up killing the people he loved backfired, hun?
The Story: 

Lost One's Camp; Morning

[The mornings were the time Zacharie usually spent asleep. He was always out at night and once tried to stay awake as long as he could but learned the hard way that was impossible. So he slept in the mornings. Zacharie can handle the dreams then, even if he did accidentally kick at those unfortunate to try and wake him up. The sixteen year old appreciates it, he does, but sometimes the nature of his dreams and the need to go go go you need to be here now because He's there gets to him. The panic sometimes is overwhelming. Zacharie will apologize however once he's been made aware of the situation.

But once he's awake, Zacharie takes to the trees and climbs as high as he can go. In some cases it's because he just simply likes the view. Skull Rock had an amazing one but after a near crash trying to get that place he's been avoiding it for the time being. But the more likely reason Zacharie is up in the trees is because someone asked him for something. Could be food, could be something else. It could even be to help them up the tree. Regardless, Zacharie will try what he's been asked.

Seems old habits died hard.]



Anywhere; Night

[Even with the adults wandering around the island ready to snatch any of them and put them back in their assigned roles, Zacharie still went out. He's tried to throw his regrets away over the years spent here but they always came back like a bad penny. Instead the sixteen year old just wanders over Neverland in the dark, unarmed, in the vain hopes of coming across an old friend.

But you can't choose your hallucinations. Instead Zacharie hears voices, voices questioning choices and accountability and he knows! He knows. Taking a deep breath Zacharie darts past trees, possibly past people until he has to stop once he runs out of breath. He has to sit down, press his hands over his ears and hide behind the comfort of the cat mask because the toad was buried somewhere else and he wouldn't put that back on if you paid him.

All because of a man with a bloody baseball bat that flickers in and out of sight. Just one thing but Zacharie was desperate to not acknowledge it. Instead he just talks to himself, just like she did.]


I am fine. I am safe. There is color here. I am safe.

[In the midst of his rambling it is very easy to catch Zacharie off guard. It won't take much effort, after all, to catch a merch....a child.]


Wildcard

[Do you have another idea? Go for it!]
postictal: (let me out let me out)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-10-26 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Tim almost doesn't notice the bodies scattered around. He's used to grisly sights such as those, and it doesn't matter anyway. They're dead. Can't come back from that.

His hands have wrapped around himself, the only gesture for self-comfort he knows, shoulders hunching protectively.]


Yeah, [he says, mumbling the word without looking up at the older boy. It's an obvious lie.] I'm fine. Everything's fine.
postictal: (we donated last year thank you though)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-10-27 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Y-yeah.

[Tim finds himself nodding, unconsciously. It is better like that. Better to just...just leave well enough alone, right? Leave it where it is, don't touch anything, and accept what comes. Lie down and take it, and if you brace yourself enough, it won't hurt as much.

Not very sturdy, is he?

Oh well.

He drops down beside Zacharie unconsciously, trembling slightly from the strain of how he's been bolting all over the island, panicking intermittently and seeing things at every turn.

It occurs to him with a start that he's probably imposing. He should...go, shouldn't he?]


S-sorry. I can, I'll leave -
postictal: (no more secrets)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-10-27 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Are...I mean, I can go. You don't have to be - have to pretend you...

[He trails off, fingers of one hand rubbing intermittently over the knuckles of the other. It hasn't occurred to him that...someone would want him around. For any reason.]

Don't have to pretend to want me here.
postictal: (this is my fault)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-10-28 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[The words may as well be foreign to him. Tim stares for a moment, uncomprehending. It is fine, he says. Like it's okay.]

No one...no one says that. [There's an accusatory note to his tone as he says it. No one says that, so what's he playing at?]
postictal: (what a sad fucking panda)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-10-28 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
You're my -

[That causes him to go rigid on the spot, his hands digging into the tangled grass at his feet. He's his friend? His brow creases, darkening with confusion, with caution.]

Why're you...being like this?

[Why are you being so nice to him?]
postictal: (shit boi i die)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-10-29 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[So he...wants to be his friend? Tim turns that over in his head, frowning, rooted where he sits. When he speaks, it's with no small amount of wariness - still, even now, expecting the rug to be pulled out from under him.]

As...as long as you're willing to try...really hard.
postictal: (a history with fire)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-10-29 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Is he being serious, though? He...he sounds like he is. Looks like he is? Well, he can't look like he is - he's wearing a mask. Stupid Tim.

He shuffles awkwardly on the spot, staring at his feet. He doesn't risk a glance up in Zacharie's direction, but he mumbles to the ground, quietly:]


...thanks.

[No one's ever tried before.

That means more to him than he can say.]