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thisavrou_log2016-09-29 03:22 pm
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[open] A stick sharpened at both ends.
Who: Ralph + anybody.
When: Backdated to the 23rd
Where: Entrance to Nomo Deck
What: Lord of the Flies gets WORSE. (Part of the tears player plot.)
Warnings: Excessive gore and children murdering other children. Spoilers for Lord of the Flies also???
[The tear blocks his path out of the deck. He's dressed for work and needs to get there in time, but the shimmering split in the air is in the way. He approaches it cautiously, maybe he could try to just edge around it.
When he gets closer the first thing he sees is fire. The tear shows a beach, a jungle a little ways up the slope of sand was crowned with a shifting and growing billow of smoke. A boy stumbles as he runs out of the trees. He's naked, dirty, bleeding, and terrified. More boys spill out after him and follow in his tracks across hot, loose sand.
The Ralph in the picture does not stumble into a navy captain. There is no ship on this beach. There is only the water, the lagoon, the reef, and the sea. With the screaming pack of children behind him Ralph has no choice, he keeps running. Forward into the water, his feet send up big splashes as he tries his best to keep going. The water reaches his thighs, and he stoops down, lunging forward and trying to swim. But Jack, red hair keeping him distinct in the shifting sea of angry painted faces, had charged after him and grabs him by the ankle. Ralph's face pitches forward and he chokes on a mouthful of sea water and foam, still hacking as Jack drags him, kicking and screaming, onto the hard packed wet sand just above the water's reach. The heat radiates off the jungle burning in the background, and the Ralph on the spaceship can almost feel it on his skin. Jack wrestles with him, and a ring forms around them, cheering, chanting, screaming, stabbing forward with a spears if Ralph tried to break away. Until finally Jack overpowers him and kneels on Ralph's chest, knife in his hand. With a a sudden, sharp movement his arm descends, and the knife slashes down at the chief's throat.
As Jack hacks at his throat with a knife blunted by use Ralph's screams trail off to a gurgle, and he lies still, save for how his body jerks with each swing of Jack's arm. His neck is much thinner than a pig's and when Jack has finished his grizzly task Roger is there at his side to hand him the stick sharpened at both ends. By this point the mob is breaking apart. The littl'uns had mostly run at the sight of blood, but now, Ralph's severed head impaled on a pike, a few more boys turn. One or two wretch. The Ralph on the space ship is close to it himself. He can't breathe except in little gasps, and one hand touches at his neck as he stares in unblinking horror at the fate he barely escaped.]
When: Backdated to the 23rd
Where: Entrance to Nomo Deck
What: Lord of the Flies gets WORSE. (Part of the tears player plot.)
Warnings: Excessive gore and children murdering other children. Spoilers for Lord of the Flies also???
[The tear blocks his path out of the deck. He's dressed for work and needs to get there in time, but the shimmering split in the air is in the way. He approaches it cautiously, maybe he could try to just edge around it.
When he gets closer the first thing he sees is fire. The tear shows a beach, a jungle a little ways up the slope of sand was crowned with a shifting and growing billow of smoke. A boy stumbles as he runs out of the trees. He's naked, dirty, bleeding, and terrified. More boys spill out after him and follow in his tracks across hot, loose sand.
The Ralph in the picture does not stumble into a navy captain. There is no ship on this beach. There is only the water, the lagoon, the reef, and the sea. With the screaming pack of children behind him Ralph has no choice, he keeps running. Forward into the water, his feet send up big splashes as he tries his best to keep going. The water reaches his thighs, and he stoops down, lunging forward and trying to swim. But Jack, red hair keeping him distinct in the shifting sea of angry painted faces, had charged after him and grabs him by the ankle. Ralph's face pitches forward and he chokes on a mouthful of sea water and foam, still hacking as Jack drags him, kicking and screaming, onto the hard packed wet sand just above the water's reach. The heat radiates off the jungle burning in the background, and the Ralph on the spaceship can almost feel it on his skin. Jack wrestles with him, and a ring forms around them, cheering, chanting, screaming, stabbing forward with a spears if Ralph tried to break away. Until finally Jack overpowers him and kneels on Ralph's chest, knife in his hand. With a a sudden, sharp movement his arm descends, and the knife slashes down at the chief's throat.
As Jack hacks at his throat with a knife blunted by use Ralph's screams trail off to a gurgle, and he lies still, save for how his body jerks with each swing of Jack's arm. His neck is much thinner than a pig's and when Jack has finished his grizzly task Roger is there at his side to hand him the stick sharpened at both ends. By this point the mob is breaking apart. The littl'uns had mostly run at the sight of blood, but now, Ralph's severed head impaled on a pike, a few more boys turn. One or two wretch. The Ralph on the space ship is close to it himself. He can't breathe except in little gasps, and one hand touches at his neck as he stares in unblinking horror at the fate he barely escaped.]
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He looks at the images in the tear in disgust, then looks at the boy with more sympathy, which is more than he generally displays. When he was around that age, he was hunted, but not for the same reasons. And when he was younger than that, he'd spent some time in a children's home: he's not unfamiliar with bullying. This is above and beyond, he thinks, but not unlike what some children might do in the absence of supervision. It's not hard to notice that there are no adults in the scene, no one to stop the intense violence.
He speaks very gently.]
It isn't real. Your name is Ralph, isn't it?
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Breath still short, eyes wide and fearful, he manages a nod before he can find his voice.]
Yes sir.
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[His gaze flickers back to the tear, where Ralph's head is visibly mounted on a pike.]
You like tea and biscuits, yes?
[Of course he does, given the observable facts about him -- age, accent. L wouldn't blame him for having no appetite, but even so, tea will probably help.]
I'm Ryuuzaki. Come along to the mess hall.
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He's far away from all that now, farther than he ever thought he could be, and everything would be alright.
He squints his eyes shut as he edges around the tear, a breath escaping that he didn't even realize he'd been holding as he passes it. Then he obediently shuffles after this man, all thoughts of his job and working pushed clean out of his head.]
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Dealing with trauma victims is not L's specialty (and probably something that most trauma victims would prefer that he avoids as much as possible), but he thinks that for the moment, Ralph must count as something close to one, and he's not completely unfamiliar with the right behaviors. If Clara were here, he would call for her help -- she would be better at this than he is. But she's gone, and shuffling Ralph off on someone else will probably make things worse.
He decides to distract Ralph as they begin to move towards their destination.]
Good. How old are you, Ralph?
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[It's not like she's not used to violence, she's seen more than her fair share of death and destruction since the boys took her to the desert. But that violence had largely come in the form of guns and bombs, not fists or blades.
She stands a little ways back behind Ralph, eye's wide and a little pale. She hasn't seen so much blood since her family died.]
You ought to leave. Get away from it.
[When things are bad, run.]
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Dude, what the hell, there's a beach in there? Jesse doesn't know what he's looking at, at first, but when it dawns on him what's going on - his face pales. His eyes go stricken and wide. He stares in horror at the bloodshed violently unfolding. His stomach churns and his chest grows tight with aghast shock. Yet, he can't look away.
It's then that he absently realises someone is beside him. He snatches a quick look at the person, back at the tear, back at the person. Is that--? Is that the same person in there? But then he realises: shit, this kid shouldn't be looking at this! He tears his eyes away from the horror and quickly reaches for the kid's shoulders with hands that he doesn't realise are trembling slightly. About to grab them, steer the kid away from the sickening sight. ]
Hey, hey, c-c'mon. You-you don't need to be lookin' at this, okay?!