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((OOC: Zell may show messages to Jim Hawkins. If you do not want Jim to see/know, then please let me know.))

nope <3

Date: 2016-05-16 04:51 am (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (002)
From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
[ Jim's never had anyone rely on him before, not like this. For all the situation is terrible, he thinks he likes the weight of being the star Zell looks to for guidance. The answering 'I love you, Sunshine' is almost too soft to hear, because the thought is still a little scary.

Jim gently resettles them into something that's comfortable for sleeping and kisses Zell one more time. He doesn't actually pull his lips very far away when he's finished, because he wants to stay close enough to do it again. ]
You should get some sleep. I'll... [ keep watch over him, in all likelihood. ] be here when you wake up.

Date: 2016-05-16 05:05 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
[ Jim looks fine, if a little bashful, when he turns around and presents himself. ] Gonna tell me now?

[ He's already snagging the marker from behind Zell's ear as he asks and twirling it easily between his fingers as he tries to think of what to write or draw. ]

Date: 2016-05-22 03:31 am (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (057)
From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
What's that mean? [ Jim asks as he leans forward and reaches out a hand toward Zell's coat buttons. It hovers there, unsure of its welcome, before Jim drops it and looks up through his hair at Zell. ]

Can you take off your coat? I was gonna - on your hip...

[ Jim is absolutely not flushing. ]

:o

Date: 2016-05-25 06:59 am (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (067)
From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
I won't let go of your hand until morning.

[ Jim rubs his own head at the mention of maintenance. Apparently everyone who was awake had completely lost it, but he doesn't put it past @admin to have rummaged around in the head of those that'd gone to sleep as instructed, either.

It's less important than what Zell went through, though, so he puts it aside for now as he chases Zell's fingers around in an attempt to capture them. ]


Isn't she... somewhere else on the planet? You think the mechanism controlling all this is that big?

Date: 2016-05-25 08:29 am (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (015)
From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
How?

[ Romantic, no. Interesting, yes. A lot more interesting than what had started this entire activity, right? Or at least better to think about. Jim works the buttons until he can get it off Zell. He leaves Zell's short-sleeved jacket alone, though he does pause to admire it for a second. It's cool and doesn't look like anything from Jim's world. ]

Can I-?

[ He tugs slightly at Zell's tanktop to untuck it, if Zell doesn't stop him. ]

Day 119 - @standardissue; voice

Date: 2016-05-25 04:32 pm (UTC)
deus_ex_phs: (Face away)
From: [personal profile] deus_ex_phs
[He honestly doesn't know which of them had been the one to help pull him free from the glass that had speared him and Zack, and he doesn't know who helped his hand find his best friend, or lifted his visor so he could see Zack one last time. Those last few moments were a blur in some ways, tinged with gray and cold and pain.

But he knows Zell helped.

He just knows.

And he knows that two teenage boys were left with the bloody bodies of their friends, unable to do a thing to save them.

So his voice is quiet and subdued when he calls Zell, though no less raw for it.]


Zell. Are you...? Tell me you both made it out.

Date: 2016-05-25 07:06 pm (UTC)
deus_ex_phs: (Standing alone)
From: [personal profile] deus_ex_phs
[He can't deny the relief he feels. He'd known, but he'd still worried, especially after the wordless voicemail that Zell had left the night before.]

I spoke to Zack, too. [That was the first conversation he had after waking up.] I think I'm in the funeral home. Going to head south as soon as I gear back up.

[He pauses, takes a breath, and slowly releases it.]

...how's Jim taking all this?
Edited Date: 2016-05-25 07:07 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-05-26 07:06 am (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (053)
From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
Sounds kind of spooky.

[ No more than Captain Flint, and of course being in Snowhell has skewed Jim's ideas of what's scary and horrifying, but going to school in a building that belonged to dead people still seems a little off.

Jim doesn't think about it too hard after Zell runs his fingers through his hair, though, because then he's thinking about that and it takes up a lot of his brain power. The rest is spent tugging Zell's clothing until he can expose a hipbone for his marker. ]


Is that - uh - [ Train of thought, where did it go? ] - is that why it flies?

Date: 2016-05-26 02:08 pm (UTC)
deus_ex_phs: (Down)
From: [personal profile] deus_ex_phs
[Kunsel hesitates. That pause is telling.]

...that bad, huh?

[Not that he really expected Jim to take it well.]

I guess it really did. It still doesn't feel real to me, but the blood's there, even if I've been healed.

Date: 2016-05-28 02:11 pm (UTC)
deus_ex_phs: (Standing alone)
From: [personal profile] deus_ex_phs
We're both heading for the wall now. That'll make it easier for us to find each other so we can meet up somewhere midway. If the weather holds, I'm hoping that'll only take us another day - two at the most. Then maybe another couple days to get through the tunnels. Where do you want to plan to meet up?

[Three days, maybe four or five, and they might be back with their friends. That... That's good. Reassuring, helping to calm something that's been unsettled in him since having it shoved right in his face how easily any one of them could die.

But that's still three to five days. The worry isn't going to settle completely.]


Only a day... What have you guys been doing since then? You got the key, right?

Date: 2016-05-29 07:37 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
[ Jim spreads his own hands flat easily; his hands are large for his body, callused all over, and his nails are ragged from being chewed on. They're not exactly the nicest hands, but maybe the way Jim steals a kiss between Zell's words might make up for it. ]

Guess so. Wish there was a way to force ourselves onto her network.

[ Because the cagey nonsense really isn't working for him. ]

Date: 2016-05-29 10:51 pm (UTC)
deus_ex_phs: (Stand your ground)
From: [personal profile] deus_ex_phs
What?

[The word comes out sharp, alarmed.]

Zell, the last trap just killed me and Zack! The next one could be even worse!

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