Call! Me! Animal! | CLOSED

[charlastan]

Who: Stan Pines [charalastan/stanowar], his Lost One pals Rick [wriggedywrecked] and Frisk [determinedest], and those jerks who keep trying to KIDNAP HIM - Ford [mviw], Fiddleford [mcgucket], Wendy [canofwhoopass], Dipper [krmvgivv], and Mabel [powerofmabel] - if I've forgotten anybody gimme a shout and I'll add you in!
Where: Neverland
When: October 21st - 25th
Rating: PG-13/R for violent, violent children
Summary: Stan has been a Lost One for almost as long as he can remember, ever since his Dad kicked him to the curb and his brother just watched it happen. It's been almost fifty years, and now after all this time, Ford's finally decided to go looking for his brother? Well, Stan's not going - not without a fight.
The Story:

[OOC: Everything's going in top levels for this log! I just put everyone involved in planning in the header, so if you're listed in the "Who" and you don't see something here that pertains to you, feel free to use this post as a place to start up your own stuff!]

Comments

[mviw]

[A part of him hoped that story might ring a few bells, but instead, Stan just looks at him with... ... it's not pity, but he's clearly not taking Ford seriously. Ford has to bite his tongue or he'll snap at his brother, and he ends up looking a little petulant.]

... I'm not going to just leave you. Your niece and nephew are here--Dipper, and Mabel--they're 12, and twins! They're Shermie's grandkids, and they love you. Besides, I'll be fine here. I'm no stranger to weird things whispering in my ear, or survival in unknown places. Just come with me. Talk to the kids. We're not going to hurt you.

[He's petulant, but sincere.]

[stanowar]

[Stan actually makes a face at the mention of Shermie having grandkids. Shermie's a baby and in Stan's head it's hard to imagine him as old enough to have his own kids, let alone grandkids.

He shakes his head though, slowly. He doesn't know these people, and he doesn't even know if these kids are real or if Ford will just unknowingly lead him into danger.

Or worse - what if they are real and they try and make him leave Neverland?]

No. No way. You're gonna try and make me leave! I'm not goin' and you can't make me!

[He reaches behind him and-- and palms at empty air.

Crap. His bow and arrows are still in the bushes and he's entirely unarmed.]

[mviw]

... ! [Ford raises his hands again. This is getting even more frustrating.] I'm not trying to make you do anything! I know your weapons are laced with Dreamshade anyway and I know what that poison does.

You don't actually want to kill me. Do you?

[He looks at Stan expectantly.]

[stanowar]

[He doesn't. He doesn't, but you can't ask people questions like that in Neverland. He stares, wide-eyed and terrified of a point just past Ford, of something Ford can't hear, of voices trying to create a temptation that wasn't there before.

He takes a hurried step backwards, and clamps his hands over his ears.]

...No. No, shut up! Stop it!

[It is't clear who or what he's muttering to at first, but suddenly he whips his head up and shouts at Ford.]

Go away! Leave me alone; I'm not goin' with you!

[And with that, he turns and runs off into the forest. He's so desperate to leave that he doesn't grab his bow out of the bushes first.]

[mviw]

[Ford is taken aback by Stan's reaction. It hits so close to home, and he briefly flashes back to thirty years ago when whispers and voices followed him like a plague.]

--Stanley!!

[He doesn't hesitate to leap after him. Although Stan knows the jungle better, Ford's legs are far longer.]

[stanowar]

[Stan runs as fast as his legs will carry him, deliberately picking trickier paths, but it's no use. Ford's fast, and every time Stan dares to look behind him it feels like he's even closer.

He doesn't have weapons, but...he has one thing. Periodically while he runs, Stan howls up to the trees like a wolf cub, as loud as he can.

Any Lost One within earshot will come running, but Stan knows there's one Lost One who knows his distress call better than anyone.]

[wriggedywrecked]

[Rick's nearby, because he tries to always stay relatively close to Stan. He's been hunting a rabbit for the better part of an hour, utilizing mad stealth skills to track it through the underbrush. It's hard, because he's not all that good at being focused.]

[He's managed to get within stabbing distance of the rabbit and is about to bring his spear down when he hears Stan's distress call.]

[The rabbit bolts, and Rick springs to his feet, whipping his head toward the sound. In the next instant, he's running, leaping over bushes and saplings and fallen logs like a deer. He throws his head back and howls back as he runs. I'm coming.]

[It isn't long before he spots Stan, dashing through the thicket.]

[There's someone just behind him. A huge someone. An adult.]

[Rick sees red for a moment. An adult is trying to catch his best friend.]

[He rushes forward, snatching a rock off the ground without even slowing. He pauses only to wind back and fling the rock directly toward the adult's head.]

[He's charging forward before the rock can even hit, whether it does or not.]

[mviw]

[There's a split second of Ford not knowing what is going on, but then he understands. Stan is calling for someone, and whoever it is is calling back.

Ford skids to a halt when, lo and behold, a very small Rick Sanchez flings something at him. The rock hits Ford's head with a clang and there really isn't enough what the fuck in the multiverse for Ford to express exactly what he's feeling at that moment.

That wild child has a spear and Ford aims to avoid it, leaping forward in the brush.]

STANLEY! I'm not trying to HURT you! I just want to talk!!

[stanowar]

[Rick's diversion is enough for Stan to duck a little further into the forest, putting Rick between himself and Ford.]

Yeah, you just wanna talk about making me leave! I'm not goin' with you! LEAVE ME ALONE!

[That should more than enough for Rick to get the idea, but Stan still nods at him with gratitude the next time he looks over. He knew Rick would come for him. He always does.]

This guy's my twin brother, from home. [That one word carries so much hate and anger in it.] And he's tryin' to make me go back with him.

[wriggedywrecked]

[His attack misses, as it turns out this guy is better at dodging than he looks, even after being hit in the head with a rock. Did that just clang? What the heckie?]

[He lands in a crouch and points the spear upward, directly at the adult's throat, watching him like a hawk. He doesn't look back at Stan, since you don't take your eyes off an enemy, but he nods along with what Stan is saying. His eyes narrow at the words twin brother.]

No one's takin' you anywhere, Stan! No one! 'Specially not fake brothers.

[He brandishes his spear and bares his teeth.]

Get outta here, fake! Adults don't b'long here! You come near Stan an' this point's goin' through your big dumb face!

[mviw]

[He may be bleeding, but rocks generally aren't poisonous. Facing down a spear though, he holds his hands up again.]

I'm not a fake, but fine. I'll go. I don't feel like dying today.