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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!]
uncoils: (I certainly do)

At Camp!

[personal profile] uncoils 2016-10-22 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[In this case, Jolyne had asked for a lookout. It's a role she doesn't mind fulfilling, but she's busy tying a few traps together, and getting things ready for any adults that might stumble into this neck of the woods.]

Any sign of them?

[She thinks they're still safe enough for her to call out, the invaders should be busy with the others at the moment, or at least that's what she's hoping.]
uncoils: (Hold it up to the rays)

[personal profile] uncoils 2016-10-22 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
Just another minute or so!

[She's being extra careful to tie the needles dipped in Dreamshade just right. Whoever triggers this one's going to get a really nasty surprise, but that's what they get. They don't belong here. She does, Zacharie up there does, everyone else in their group does, but these outsiders, they aren't welcome at all.]

Thanks for keeping look out, I owe you one.

[Just a couple more knots and...]

We're good! You can get down now.
postictal: (slurp)

night

[personal profile] postictal 2016-10-22 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[A kid like him shouldn't be running. It's bad for his lungs, which already have to work double-time to make up for the fact that they were born weaker than most. His heart thunders so hard it makes his chest hurt sometimes, and it provokes the creeping, insidious panic that clenches so tightly that it makes everything else hurt too. But he's been seeing things again, he's always seeing things, and this time they're shuttering through his head so rapidly it's making him sick and dizzy.

So he runs. He runs to get away. And he nearly slams into someone with how desperate he is to get free from it. Nearly crashes right into him, but instead ends up tripping, skidding across the ground, skinning his palms as he flings out his hands to prevent himself from toppling face-first into the ground.]
postictal: (let me out let me out)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-10-22 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[He jerks to his feet clumsily, skittering backwards as phosphenes erupt over his vision with a distressing flare-and-spiral, mimicking white blank faces and white blank scrubs and everything that hurts to look at.

When his sight clears, he's looking at - the mask. The mask guy. He can barely remember, names having such difficulty clawing their way into his head. He's nearly twice Tim's age, he remembers that much, taller and lankier and older and a little bit scary because he might as well be on a whole other level.]


N-nothing, [Tim says, entirely unconvincingly, his eyes still wild and darting frantically to peer at something just over the older boy's shoulder. It's there. It's there.]
naughty_nurse: (Cure My Ill)

Night

[personal profile] naughty_nurse 2016-10-22 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mikan stays at Dead Man's Peak near the springs as much as she can, in order to give her own kind of 'help' to anyone who comes by. She watches Zacharie stumble and call out, and she hopes he hurts himself in his confusion. Then she can give him spring water and he'll depend on her forever and ever and ever.

Eventually she gets impatient, sitting near the spring.
]

Are you safe?
postictal: (shit boi i die)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-10-22 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[That's a lie. He folds his arms around his chest, furtively, hiding the reddened streaks of abraded skin on the undersides of his arms and hands. It doesn't matter, anyway. Sometimes he needs this. Needs it to ground himself.]

Why're you out here? [he asks suddenly, with such a fierce abruptness it startles even Tim, who takes a step back at the alacrity of the question.]
postictal: (this is my fault)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-10-22 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[A friend. A real friend, he'd imagine. Friends that don't really exist can pop up anytime you like. He can see his right now, hovering in his periphery. He tries not to look at it. Always too shifty-eyed, that Tim.]

She didn't come with the others? All the...the adult people?
naughty_nurse: (To Soothe My Head)

[personal profile] naughty_nurse 2016-10-22 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
... I'm f-fine. But you don't look fine.

[Which is what she wants in her own sick way.]

Are you hurt...?
uncoils: (You can see it when the smoke clears)

[personal profile] uncoils 2016-10-22 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you really think they're going to make it this far?

[She's fine with getting out of here, and she'll start walking, sure. It's not like she doesn't trust the others to take care of them, she views herself as more back row support than being on the front lines, but camp is home, it's the only place that's ever really felt like it. And the thought of the adults getting this close makes her feel sick.]
postictal: (troy's cinematography is godlike)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-10-22 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[At least he had any friends at all. Non-imaginary ones. That sounds like more of a life than Tim's ever had, ever will have. He's at the bottom of the pile in terms of hierarchy, and that's just how it is with him.]

I thought I -

[He blinks, trying desperately to engage in a neutral expression and failing miserably.]

Thought I heard something.
naughty_nurse: (Turn My Blue Heart To Red)

[personal profile] naughty_nurse 2016-10-22 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tch. She can't heal mental injuries. But she supposes a good talk is better than being bullied.]

The grown-ups... I haven't seen any yet... but. They don't know Neverland. They're going to get hurt.

[Which would be for the best.]

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And then... then they have to come here. And they'll n-need me and the spring. Even grown-ups get hurt and get sick. Even grown-ups can be weaker than me.
mettatonvevo: (gentle robot....love....)

Night!

[personal profile] mettatonvevo 2016-10-22 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mettaton's mission of Help The People He Knows has been... well, it's been going all right, but he's found that being a robot has afforded him some advantages in the night time. Mainly, he doesn't need to sleep nearly as often as other people, so he's opted to just hold off on sleeping and charging until after the event is over. He's got enough charge to go two weeks without, and he's got another week until he needs to sleep, so he's golden.

This awareness at night helps him hear a familiar voice, more real and present than the quiet whispers of Napstablook floating to his ears on the air, or the harsh sobs of Alphys in the distance. Those are hallucinations, he knows this, but this voice, telling himself he's fine, he's safe, is real.

He walks through the jungle as quietly as he can until he catches sight of a younger Zacharie, hands pressed to the side of his head, sitting alone in the dark. He approaches, attempting to be as silent as possible, until he's right behind him and puts a gentle on his shoulder.]


Zacharie? Zacharie, it's Mettaton. You're all right.
postictal: (it's out there)

[personal profile] postictal 2016-10-22 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I...don't know what it was.

[Another lie. He knows exactly what it was. But it just means he's going off on his strange tangents again. His mind playing cruel tricks, making him see things that aren't there. But he can't admit it. Can't admit weakness. Not for a second.]

M-maybe we should go, though. Just in case?
naughty_nurse: (No Pill's Gunna)

[personal profile] naughty_nurse 2016-10-22 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Those words automatically make Mikan like him all the more. She rocks on her feet a little, enjoying the 'compliments'.]

I-I've got weapons here if I need them... I'll be fine. But... y-you can come here whenever you want.

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