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| Dante | Aug 1 2012, 03:13 AM Post #1 |
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Treo was not on the roof this time, but in an empty classroom, he had pulled some desks together and was perched on one, looking out of the window. It seemed these days all he wanted to do was be alone and try to work out the question his shadow had posed. He wasn't nothing. He wasn't something either. It seemed all he did was get further away. He placed a hand against the window. "Reflections can't.. touch each other." He gave a smile, before noting it down in his black book, the contents of which had become increasingly less coherent following the days. The big notable was the five W's repeated endlessly. He had heard that if you take those into account, maybe the answer would appear. He slumped over his knees and sighed. "Its... I can't find the answer." |
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| Basilicus | Aug 1 2012, 04:13 AM Post #2 |
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Zelophehad found himself walking through the school, not entirely sure what time it is... Or even where about he was in the school. He wasn't paying attention. How silly of him. He should focus more on the road in front of him. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw someone, a boy, in an empty classroom. Perhaps he could become friends with him? That would be nice. He hoped the boy wanted to be his friend too, Zelophehad dearly wanted to have friends. As much as he could really want anything, that is. The English Teenager opened the door and walked in. "Hello." He said in his usual, mostly monotone, voice. "My name is Zelophehad, it is very nice to meet you." He continued as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. "How are you? I hope you are doing well. What is your name?" Zelophehad asked in quick succession, barely leaving any pause between his questions. The boy was slumped over. Zelophehad dearly hoped he was alright. "Do you need any help? I would love to help you if you do." Edited by Basilicus, Aug 1 2012, 04:15 AM.
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| Dante | Aug 1 2012, 07:22 AM Post #3 |
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Treo cocked his head at the appearance of someone else. He tried to discern his mood, but came back with nothing. This was starting to become quite the one sided joke. "Why can't I read anyone anymore, first that girl outside, then I couldn't read Paula, its weird." "I'm pretty sure you can ascertain the reasons you can't read those kinds of people. As for why you keep meeting them. Maybe you should think a little more about my question." Treo gave a smile, a fake smile. His tone was equal parts monotone as Zelophehad's. "I'm Treo Ashdown. A pleasure to meet you." The rest of his questions were ignored, though the pace was not. Inquisitive it seemed. He cracked a grin. "I do need help, but I don't know if you can help me. I'm falling down an abyss and I've got no-one to reach out to." He looked over to Zelo and gave a smile. "You walk into a room and the first thing you lock your eyes onto." "Is the mirror." |
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| Basilicus | Aug 1 2012, 12:16 PM Post #4 |
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Zelophehad was rather confused, he didn't know what the boy was talking about. How perculiar. Is that what it was like to be around himself to other people? Some people said that he could be rather confusing at time, though he wasn't entirely sure what they really meant. He didn't really understand a lot of things people tended to say. About him or otherwise. Slowly Zelophehad walked over to the boy and looked down at him, offering a hand. "You can reach out to my hand if you want to, but I don't see any abyss around here." He said, having not fully grasped what Treo had said. "I'm sure I can help in some way. Having other people around you to help is always a nice thing, even if it is just so they can be there with you... At least, that's what I've been told..." He continued. He had been told as such by various people, but he didn't understand it. Perhaps it was an emotion-related thing, something Zelophehad thought he'd never be able to grasp... At least, that is, without going insane. Which reminded him; he needed to take his pills. He opened the capsule and pulled one out, swallowing it quickly. They didn't really taste very nice when left in his mouth, so he made sure to consume them as fast as possible. Edited by Basilicus, Aug 1 2012, 12:17 PM.
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| Dante | Aug 1 2012, 03:28 PM Post #5 |
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Treo gave an emotionless chuckle. "Its a metaphor. I'm collapsing into a spiral of which I can never escape. Its okay, I don't understand it either." He looked back at the boy and looked at his hand. He reached for it, but as it was about to make contact, he froze. "You can't touch a mirror image." He sighed to himself. "People would be nice, but I feel like I'm trapped behind glass. I can't... touch them." His eyes locked onto Zelophehad, cold and unfeeling, glazed over. Once more he couldn't read anything coherent from this boy's motions either. "I can't read you.. you must be special too. Like that girl, like Paula. Like Sora-san." He saw the boy take pills and laughed. It wasn't his laugh. It was not his tone. "So they gave you pills too. To make you normal, so you don't go crazy. He's taken his pills, he's safe now." he slumped over again, laughing to himself. |
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| Basilicus | Aug 1 2012, 05:06 PM Post #6 |
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A metaphor? Zelophehad... Understood those. Though "understood" wasn't quite the word. It was more he got what they were, but still he couldn't... Grasp them. As Treo went on about being trapped behind a glass Zelophehad felt like he knew what he was going through. In fact he could equate that to how he felt every day. "I understand. You see people but you can't... Get them. You want to be with them but you're not... Like them." He looked at the pills in his hand as Treo talked about them. He didn't notice the "other" voice. "These pills... Do not make me normal. These pills... I don't like these pills. They make me anything but normal. Because I have to take these pills I..." Zelophehad sighed. "Treo; I too am trapped behind glass, in a way." Zelophehad knelt down and placed a hand on Treo's back. "I cannot... Feel. I cannot be happy, I cannot be sad, I cannot be angry, I cannot love." He put the pills into his pocket. "... Because of those. I am nothing but a straw man who gazes on those who pass him, from the happy to the sad, with envy for I will never be like them." Zelophehad sighed as he raised his hand, pushing up his fedora in the process, over the eyepatch that covered the hideous scarring around the socket. "And yet if I stop taking them I lose myself in the opposite way. I become..." He paused, trying to come up with the words. "As I am now I am... Order. In an extreme manner. But as I am without my pills I am Chaos. I hurt myself and sometimes those around me, if I can. Because of those pills." Zelophehad stood up. "I do not think I am alive in the same sense as normal people..." |
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| Dante | Aug 1 2012, 05:36 PM Post #7 |
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Treo raised an eyebrow. He understood? He knew what it was like. "I'm not like the others. That's why I'm all alone." The boy seemed very defensive about his pills. Treo didn't know what they were, assuming they were just a pill that forced the boy to be normal, sit up straight, listen in class. The usual. He gave a non-committal shrug. He spoke to him and placed a hand on his back. He was touching him and he could feel it. This boy could not feel? "Not even the ghost of an emotion? Pretending to be happy or sad." He knew how to do that, that was something he did his entire life. No-one asked questions if you were happy. "Isn't envy an emotion in itself...?" His question was empty, spoken out to the wind. With his pills he was Order and without them he was Chaos. He hurt himself and everyone around him. "So with those pills you don't become normal, but without them, you aren't normal either. Trapped between two extremes... just like I am trapped between a reflection and reality. Unable to cross onto either. A mirror." He chuckled. "Alive...? What is alive? If you think it is being able to breathe, your brain will tell you otherwise." |
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| Basilicus | Aug 1 2012, 05:50 PM Post #8 |
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"Perhaps... Envy is an emotion, but it's not quite... What it is. My words cannot describe what it is, but envy... Fits best." Zelophehad said after Treo had spoken. "And... Alive is more then breathing. Alive is more then... What I am. I am like a machine." Zelophehad paused as he walked up to the mirror, touching it. "I want to feel because I should feel... I see everyone being happy, and that is a good thing. It is confusing to explain." He tuned back to face Treo, his face blank as ever, before pulling his fedora back down over his eyepatch. "I suppose in some way I... Feel. But it is not like you, or I assume anyone else you know. There are some other kids like me, who have to take the same pills. We are a product of humanity trying to supress emotions. Or rather... A product of bad people who wanted to make money." "Tell me Treo, what is it that makes you like you are? That makes you trapped as you say. Do you know?" Zelophehad asked the other boy. Perhaps he was blessed to at least know why he was like he was, when there were so many other people out there who had know clue. He wasn't sure. |
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| Dante | Aug 1 2012, 06:13 PM Post #9 |
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Treo smiled. "It was a joke. Lighten up a little." The tone seemed completely different to the boy's monotone, which returned almost shortly after the quote. "A machine..? I don't see gears... or metal. You're a human like me." "You feel what others feel..., but you can't show it. You want to show something but it just won't show. I understand that feeling of being trapped, trapped to only copy." Then he continued into that there were others like him, trapped on the extremes. He grit his teeth, feeling anger, he knew it was anger, but it wasn't his own. Money. All of that torture for money. "What makes me what I am? I lack the ability to connect to people, to form bonds. I'm stuck between glass because I don't know how to escape. I lack the answers to my own questions, so I cannot answer yours." |
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| Basilicus | Aug 2 2012, 10:42 AM Post #10 |
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"Oh I'm sorry. I can't really tell when people are making jokes..." Zelophehad muttered, looking at Treo. "That is alike how I feel, indeed." Something seemed off about the boy, something that wasn't quite normal. Not in the sense they were talking about, but in another. Zelophehad remembered his mask, remembered the ruins. Back then he had felt something. He had felt... Anger? When that creature appeared, Wicker Man, he felt anger. Did Treo have something like Wicker Man too? Zelophehad walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Treo, tell me, is there someone with you in your head?" He asked rather openly. Zelophehad didn't understand any notion of keeping quiet about his "Persona", he didn't get why he should keep it a secret. "I think it is called a... Persona? Maybe..." "Either way... I think you need to find the answer. Find why you are like this. If you understand the problem you might be able to... Change it. Fix it." |
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