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entrancelogs2016-10-21 06:19 pm
catinthemask) wrote in 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!]
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!]
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Ah ah ah. You are free to stay amigo, I do not mind. Do what you feel comfortable in doing.
[Usually he's alone after having one of those adventures, and it did feel nice to have company this time. Still, Zacharie wasn't one to force people to do things. It's all up to his friend here.]
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[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.
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As I said it is fine. I may leave soon, but if I did not wish to be with you then I would not be here.
[Because this time he's free. Helping Tim here was his choice and leaving would be the same. But he likes the kid. So it's fine.]
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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?]
no subject
[Zacharie tries not to wince at his word choices but it's the best way to say it. It's Tim's choice to stay or not. That's all.]
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[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?]
no subject
[There you have it. He's got freedom to make a decision to be someone's friend. That's all.]
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As...as long as you're willing to try...really hard.
no subject
[Zacharie will ignore the voices telling him he failed, that it was inevitable that he'd lose this too. But no. On this island Zacharie has a choice. He's going to keep it.]
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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.]