snowblindrpg | [log] Event: Lavender's Green, Part Two [open]

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[log] Event: Lavender's Green, Part Two [open]

Characters: everyone
Location: mysterious, white hallways
Date: Day 193-194
Summary: Find friends. Get lost. Don't look.
Warnings: Potential for gore and psychological horror. Please note any specific warnings in your subject lines!

While confusingly similar, the area is split into a few different sections:

The Core
The hallways here are narrow and twist at a rapid rate. With how dazzlingly white everything is, it's easy to not realize you're coming on a turn and slam right into the walls. There are no rooms here--no one starts here, though they may find it while they wander. At the center is a large, round area, like the center of a spiral. There's a lot of air pressure here.

The Inner Hallways
The largest area, filled with dead ends, gentle slopes and twists, and, occasionally, difficult-to-see drops where a higher hallway intersects with a lower one without a wall to separate them. The whole place tastes vaguely like blood. Most rooms are here--most people start here.

The Outer Hallways
The outer ring of the ball of yarn. It's not as thick with halls and twists as the other two areas, leading to a lot more boring walking in one direction. It's totally possible to circle around the same path multiple times without realizing it, as everything is so similar here. Occasionally, footsteps can be heard just outside the farthest walls. Sometimes, something breathes. There are a few rooms here--some people will start here.

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[ Jim has no idea. He doesn't know about the blood, or the rock, or any of it -

The only thing he knows is there's pain in Zell's voice, and he needs to move faster. He's running, slipping a little on the white floor as he rounds a corner and all but crashes against Zell.

Bracing his hands on either of Zell's biceps, he pulls back to evaluate.]

You're bleeding!

[ It comes out a little accusatory. ]

[ He hears the footsteps picking up speed. His heart beats hard in his chest as he surges forward himself. Zell desperately needs to see if it's really Jim. If he's really here and this wasn't some kind of dream. This wasn't made up. The whispering to do something bad gets kicked to the back of his brain as his old fear returns full force.

Then they collide. His hands move to help steady Jim. Once it connects to his brain that Jim is solid, warm, and definitely here, Zell is shifting his hold to grabbing Jim tight. Digging his fingers in as he tries to bury his face against to side of Jim's head. ]

I don't. I don't feel it. [ Pulling Jim tight against him. Is that a rock in his pocket or is he happy to see Jim? It's a rock. Thankfully the pointing in was aimed inward against Zell's thigh. ]

[ Jim isn't expecting to be grabbed, not like that, not by Zell. It knocks the breath out of him and he's too stunned, for a moment, to do anything but hold still in Zell's arms. They're bruising, and it's not the first time they've held one another this tight but it feels wrong.

Then Zell's saying something really worrying and Jim's wiggling out of his grasp, gently pushing him back if he'll go, harder if he won't. ]

You don't - ow - you don't feel it? Let me see.

[ And Jim's not waiting for a go-ahead to push at Zell's hair, trying to find wherever all that blood is coming from. ]

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[ Zell is slow to let go. It may even come off as reluctant, but he finally steps away the moment Jim says ow. Not just step away, but completely drops his arms from Jim as he cringes. He hurt Jim.

Brows furrowing with concern as he looks Jim over as if to check where he's hurt. He doesn't move to touch Jim even when he's back in his space and investigating his hair. Closing his hands into fists as he looks to the floor. ]

Sorry. [ He will find a corner of shame as soon as Jim is finished. ] It's just blood. [ Ignore the gash in his head. ]

[ Jim doesn't notice how abrupt it is, because he's too focused on the bleeding. He's simply returned to Zell's space, where he's comfortable, and is trying to pull Zell down for a better look. ]

It could be a concussion. Let me - can you sit down?

[ Jim's own discomfort was momentary enough that he doesn't even acknowledge the apology with more than a shrug. ]

We need to clean it, and get some kind of bandage on it.

[ He lets Jim do as he pleases, but he does pause at sitting down. ]

Yeah, sitting would be better. Harder to hurt anyone.

[ He can still feel it buzzing back there. How he should kill someone. Anyone.

Not Jim.

Zell sits down and looks at his hands. Then looking up at Jim. ]

Stars. Do you have anything you can tie me up with?

[ Finally, that seems to get through to Jim. He pauses in his fussing to stare and try to meet Zell's eyes, even though it's nearly impossible with the prophet mess over both their faces. ]

I can't tie you up.

[ Not because he loves Zell too much, or because he won't do it. There's just the simple fact: ]

You've got to get out of here. We both do.

What happened?

[ Jim is unwinding his scarf, though not for the reasons Zell wants him to. ]

[ His attention shifts away. Then he tries looking behind them, to where he fell. His hand moves to his pocket to touch the rock in there. Shaking his head and not trusting himself with it in his hand. ]

You have to.

[ Grabbing Jim by the wrists. ]

Please, Jim. You have to. I don't know how long I can keep it under control.

[ Jim twists to follow Zell's gaze, takes in the blood on the floor and is only just turning back when Zell grabs him again.

This time he does yank back, hard, too startled at being grabbed to think about much else for a second. ]

Keep what under control?

[ Jim has an idea, he remembers that night everyone went insane just as well as Zell does, but he doesn't really want to believe it. ]

[ Dropping his hands again as his shoulders drop. It's best if he doesn't touch Jim. ]

She? They? Dropped the rock on me. After that I wanted to kill someone. I want to kill someone, Jim.

[ Reaching in his pocket to pull out the rock. There is blood on it from when it made the gash. The rock is going to put on the floor and pushed towards Jim with shaky hands. Then he's scooting back away from his boyfriend. ]

Take it.

[ Jim knows Zell's killed someone before; even without Norfinbury's influence, he's capable, strong, able to do what's needed.

Jim takes the rock.

He stares at it in his own hands, seemingly ignoring Zell and waiting to see if the urge passes with the object, but it doesn't. It's just a rock coated with his boyfriend's blood, and Jim shoves it in his pack before his attetnion is back to Zell. ]

Do you want to kill me?

[ There's no judgement, and only the tiniest waver of fear, in Jim's voice. ]

[ He feels sick and he knows it's more than just the head wound and not eating. The question Jim posed is making everything hurt inside. Shaking his head as he brings up his knees to his chest to try to fold in on himself. ]

N-no. [ His voice cracks as he thinks about the idea of killing his boyfriend. He doesn't want to kill Jim. He just wants to kill someone. It'll be good to kill someone with the rock. He'll have to kill someone with it. ]

No! I don't want to Kill you. It wants me to kill with that. Like-like it'll be good.

[ That crack in his voice hurts Jim as much as it hurts Zell, enough to freeze him in place as Zell talks.

Not enough to keep him away permanently, though. He trails closer and, in a familiar gesture, shrugs off his overcoat. Jim kneels in front of Zell and - if Zell will let him - cups his chin. He doesn't force Zell's eyes up. ]

It's going to be okay, Zell.

[ He's not sure if that's a lie or not. ]

I've got it now. You can't hurt anyone with it.

[ Zell doesn't pull away from the touch. After a whole day of nothing, he's been craving any kind of physical sensation regardless of murdering inclination. He doesn't lift his attention up until Jim reminds him that he has the rock. Nodding slowly as he looks at Jim. Prophet eyes are staring at him, which makes this whole thing surreal.

He reaches up as if to touch Jim, but he doesn't make contact. He just lets his hand hover by the side of his face. ]

Stars. [ His voice is still charged with emotions. He wants to hug Jim, but he doesn't want to hurt him or be rough again. ]

[ Zell's not the only one missing that touch. Jim lets it linger for a long time, settling on his knees and waiting for Zell to make the next move.

When it becomes clear that he isn't, Jim swipes his thumb under Zell's eye and, reluctantly, lets go. ]

Let me bandage your cut. You're still bleeding.

[ And then they'll have to decide what to do. ]

[ His shoulders droop as Jim lets go. After a moment or two, Zell shifts around to put his legs under him. Looking at Jim, then down, and back again as he weighs something. Then he moves to lay on his side and put his head on Jim's lap. Crossing his arms against his chest to keep himself from touching more than that until he can trust himself again. ]

How's this?

It's perfect.

[ Jim lightly runs a hand over the undamaged part of Zell's forehead, pulling back a much of the hair as will go, and then - because he can't help himself - he's touching Zell's arms where they're tightly crossed, too.

He undertands why his boyfriend's withdrawing the way he is, but he wants so badly -

It doesn't matter.

With gentle efficiency, he's producing one of the precious few waterbottles they were given when the rooms released them and pouring a tiny bit over the end of his scarf. He uses that to clear away the blood that's already clotted on Zell's head around the wound. ]

I don't think it's deep.

[ Whoever it was hadn't been aiming to kill Zell. ]

[ He breathes out a sigh as gradually bit by bit he relaxes under Jim's touch. Just yesterday, he would have done anything to feel Jim like this again. To be back with the person that is synonymous to safe and warm to him.

He's trying to remember their talks of what partners are supposed to do. How the conversation with Zach went even, but he does feel a knot of worry. That he may end up hurting Jim.

While Jim dabs at the wound, Zell stretches his arm over to his boyfriend's hip. Tracing lightly the designs he drew into the skin as he concentrates on that. He's still not entirely sure this is real. Sure, he felt the rock's initial impact, but what if this was like those dreams? ]

It probably nicked a vein. [ And produced an annoying amount of bleeding. ]

Head wound.

[ Jim's agreeing with him. His hands, if Zell's paying attention, are shaking slightly as he finishes the cleanup. It's still bleeding sluggishly when he's done, but it's clean, and good enough to wrap snuggly around Zell's head. ]

There. You're okay. It's going to be okay.

[ Just because Jim's focusing on the most immediate problem doesn't mean he's not thinking about the rest. ]

[ He doesn't respond immediately. Once Jim is finished he does roll onto his stomach. Moving to link his hands together some where behind Jim as he rests his cheek against his thigh. ]

Yeah. [ The words comes out in a long breath. ] Yeah, it's going to be okay. [ Repeating it in hopes it'll actually come true. The fear and anxiety from the room is gone, but now he has to worry about hurting the people he cares for.

He doesn't really have the will to move at the moment, but he knows they need to actually get moving. To kick ass and find a way out. ]

Did. Did they do anything to you?

[ Jim rests one hand on the nape of Zell's neck, running his fingers through the hair there. He doesn't want Zell to move, or go anywhere; maybe they can ride out whatever it is in this hallway together.

(They can't. Jim wishes he were a little better at lying to himself.) ]

No. Nothing's touched me. Ran into a few people here and there, but we keep getting separated.

[ Jim bites his lip around the question he wants to ask - did Zell run into anyone? Had he killed anyone? Surely there would've been more blood if that were the case... ]

[ He feels a mixture of ease and guilt. Zell could kill Jim or someone they care for, and here he is seeking comfort in Jim's lap. He is relieved at hearing that nothing has gotten Jim. ]

Ran into a few people. Steph, Tony, Ecks, and Brian. [ A pause. ] Brian was the only one with me after the rock fell.

[ Touching the small of Jim's back carefully as he traces new designs down. It's easier having an eye full of lap or stomach at the moment so not to stare into the false eyes of the prophet. That's what makes this whole frickin' thing hard to believe.

Sure, creepy ghosts giggling and dropping rocks is pretty hard to swallow normally, but this place has shown it's not normal. ]

[ Jim's heart's in his throat and his hand still in Zell's hair as Zell rattles off the list of people. Brian was the only one.

It's a terrible kind of relief, but it's enough to make him force the words out: ]

Did you...?

[ Well. Some of the words. ]

[ It doesn't really take long for Zell to make the leap to what Jim means. Sitting up as he shakes his head, hands moving to clasp Jim's shoulders. ]

No. No, I didn't. He stayed behind me the whole time. [ There is something left unsaid. The part where Brian could have taken Zell out any time he felt endangered. It didn't come to that thankfully. ]

[ Jim puts his hands over Zell's on his shoulders, a clasp of reassurance, and nods. He's thankful Zell didn't do anything. He's thankful Brian didn't do anything.

God, everything about this sucks. ]

-Okay. Good.

[ It's lame, but heartfelt. ]

Good. It's - [ Jim chews his lip. ] It's going to be okay. I think I have an idea, but you're probably not going to like it.

i lied

pfft this is totally light hearted right

the heart wants what the heart wants okay

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