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you tell me 'just give in'
Who: Jesse Finch and anybody!
What: PLOT HALLUCINATIONS
Where: Lighthouse, around there!
When: Days 37-39
Warnings: Possible self-harm, violence, swearing.
Notes: This is a catch-all log for important hallucination things! I'm forward dating a little because I'm going to be so busy in the next week or so, and I'd like to tag while I have the chance! I have a basic idea of what is going to happen down at the bottom there. As you can see, it is... not very detailed, which means I am super okay with just about anything going on! He's going to be particularly panicked, so if anybody wants to screw with him an/or knock him around, I welcome it. Lemme know what day you want in the subject line for varying crazy-times. c:
He's hiding in the lighthouse. Jones can't get him here. He's safe, for now, as long as he doesn't sleep, and as long as he doesn't leave. But he's running out of food, and water, and he's so tired, and he keeps finding snakes, curling around his legs when he nearly-dozes-off. Of course, he kills them, and of course, they hiss and go up in smoke, and he's wide awake - for another hour.
And then he does it all over again, curled up somewhere dark with his pipe, ignoring the communicator on his wrist.
What: PLOT HALLUCINATIONS
Where: Lighthouse, around there!
When: Days 37-39
Warnings: Possible self-harm, violence, swearing.
Notes: This is a catch-all log for important hallucination things! I'm forward dating a little because I'm going to be so busy in the next week or so, and I'd like to tag while I have the chance! I have a basic idea of what is going to happen down at the bottom there. As you can see, it is... not very detailed, which means I am super okay with just about anything going on! He's going to be particularly panicked, so if anybody wants to screw with him an/or knock him around, I welcome it. Lemme know what day you want in the subject line for varying crazy-times. c:
He's hiding in the lighthouse. Jones can't get him here. He's safe, for now, as long as he doesn't sleep, and as long as he doesn't leave. But he's running out of food, and water, and he's so tired, and he keeps finding snakes, curling around his legs when he nearly-dozes-off. Of course, he kills them, and of course, they hiss and go up in smoke, and he's wide awake - for another hour.
And then he does it all over again, curled up somewhere dark with his pipe, ignoring the communicator on his wrist.
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Luckily for Finch, Jesse's got a whole lot more of a nurturing side than he does a homophobic one. He's still got a wary bit of a look out of the corner of his eye, but he seems comfortable with just letting shit lay where it is with that. After all, he likes the dude. Just cuz he likes to stick his dick in weird places ain't gonna change anything here. "Right on, man, deal."
Unless he was something crazy weird. Like a dogfucker. Jesse wasn't being friends with a dogfucker.
Jesse peers over at his comrade in arms, raising his hand with the piece of glass a little bit, like he's gonna have to fake-fight off some nightmare bullshit or something. "What's up, man? See somethin'?"
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"Pretty amazing, yeah," Jesse sighs, and oops, his eyes are closed. He sniffs a little, and forgets to finish what he was going to say, tightening his grip around himself. He's thinking about Galen, since the topic came up, and it sucks. Galen's too far away, and Jesse misses him. Still, there's nothing he can do, unless he falls asleep, and - and he's not really willing to do that.
He curls up a little more, mumbling something indistinct.
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"Hell yeah, man," he replies back, voice soft as he balances his elbows on his knees, lets the shard of glass dangle between his legs. "Pretty amazing."