you tell me 'just give in'

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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.

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It's just as strong of a compulsion in reverse, honestly. For whatever reason, trauma brings people together. And the fact that they share a face - that's only incentive. Jesse can't trust him, not fully, but he can trust him enough, and when he pulls himself back up to sit, he just holds himself for a second.

"... I can walk," He says quietly, watching Ghoul. "I can't leave here, s'out there still, though, I..."

But maybe if Ghoul's there it won't attack? It won't know which one to go for. Yeah. Yeah, maybe that's it. Jesse rubs at his arms. "We just - we gotta be careful, y'can't get hurt 'cause of me. My face."

[tooghoulforschool]

"No one's gonna get hurt. You think anything can hurt me? It can fuckin' try, no chance in hell's it gonna succeed." Aside from that whole dying thing. And the scars. And Kobra mildly beating him up the other day. In Jesse's state of mind, he can afford to gloss over these minor details.

Ghoul nudges the pipe closer to Jesse. "We're gonna get you up them stairs. Together. You watch my back, I'll check it out and clear the damn coast. That's where you stay until this shit's gone, right?" It's dangerous, but it's warmer up there. Brighter. Less wrecked. Still, he's paranoid. Like worrying about a kid. So much could go wrong when he's like this.

"Stay clear of those fuckin' stairs when you're settled. I get back here with supplies and I find out you broke your pretty neck? I'm gonna chase down your ghost and bring you back just to kill you myself."

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It's warmer and brighter up there, and Jesse wants it. He's been down here, in the dark, for so long, that the fresh air up above him is something he's craving terribly. So when Ghoul says they should, he nods, eagerly. Yeah, yeah, no, he won't go anywhere. He won't fall down the stairs or nothing. Promise.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay - wait, yer going out there?" Jesse bites his lip. But nobody can hurt Ghoul, he said so, and... he's fine, he got in here fine. The nightmare hasn't been stalking him. He'll be fine.

"... Alright. Alright, no, I'll go up. Come with me," Jesse says, grabbing at the pipe, holding it tightly. "Come up with me. They don't like you, they're staying away from you."