who: Forrest (Dis arcanae) & Zajac (a pet dino) what: where: around camp when: first week of camp
So his first week had been good so far. Although starting off kind strange with the girl Aide, who he was still terrified of, he did get the pink bunny from his sisters and turned in the little pizza pushie that could one day be his if no one else claimed it. All in all that was pretty good for him. He hadn't learned anything new yet, but he kind of figured that he was one of the first kids there so the real stuff hadn't started yet. He was still adjusting to being away from his family and around so many new people, so it was good that the camp wasn't packed with kids yet.
After Aide had told him about the animals with psychic powers he had tried his best to stay far from anywhere that could have scary and powerful animals, and today was no different. He stood there staring at the lake, from a safe distance, and wondering what kind of creatures lived in it. There were some rather interesting plants near the lake he wanted to check out, but so far he hadn't mustered up the courage to go and check them out. That would make him much closer to the lake than he wanted to be.
Dis arcanae
SORRY IT SUCKS crying Not sure when Forrest moved in (before or after Zajac) so I thought it would be good to have them there for about a week? Let me know if anything needs to be changed.
Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2014 3:03 pm
Forrest hadn't been in camp for much longer than Zajac had. In fact, Forrest's arrival had been on a date exactly three days before the day the bunny-eared boy had appeared. It would seem this was how it happened here at camp. Rather than everyone arriving all at once, they trickled in like a loose faucet that occasionally spat out some new wide-eyed kid with odd powers. And though he didn't quite know when their third and currently missing cabinmate had arrived; Forrest assumed it wasn't too much further away than his own date.
In all honesty, Forrest had done his best to remain detached from the other two; since his and, subsequently- Zajac's- arrival; and this was done mostly because of a bundle of nerves within his stomach that he'd yet to be able to calm. Introductions were hard for the boy. He shied away from them like a shadow from light. He was a brave boy, but to him- people were a mystery. He did not understand how to communicate as properly as most. His voice skittered around like a broken plaything and his hands like to bury themselves within each other; twisting around and around like a pair of intertwined snakes. The other children found his nervousness distracting; they swatted at his always-moving hands, laughed at his stutter. Sometimes, they would imitate it; and those were the worst times. And thus, learning from experience, Forrest was hesitant to approach others. Especially ones he was supposed to be living with. He knew his cabinmates by name and face only. He suspected that, too, was the extent of the information they had on him. He explored by day- sometimes at night, too- and would pretend to be sleeping should either Zajac or August enter.
He was... an odd Todd, as his gran would be so quick to point out. And that's all why, when he tumbles from a too-tall pine not far from the lake and lands next to a boy of whom he knows- but also doesn't know- Forrest's ashen skin erupts into a rosy red color. Not because of the pain emanating from his bottom, or the skinned bits of his hands, or the spot on his cheek bone that would surely bruise later; but because of the boy with the bunny ears that is standing next to him- looking at him- and probably expecting him to say something.
He gasps, as though he himself were a fish that was supposed to be in that lake; a fish, drowning in air. "I'm-- I- I'm sorry!" There are nervous tears in his eyes but they do not spill.
a pet dino
emotion_bigheart IT DOESN'T SUCK! Mine is a bit long, though, sorry about that. Don't feel like you have to match me, I just am a bit of a fluffhead.
Normally no matter where Zajac was, he looked around to make sure he was alone. To make sure that he was safe and no one was watching him. However maybe he was getting careless, or maybe Forrest was a good hider, but no matter which it was Zajac had no clue that he wasn't alone. That was until Forrest fell from the tree and next to him.
Now, people normally scared him, but when said person was falling down next to him it was a different story. As soon as Forrest falls Zajac does the same, the loud noise causing to throw himself on the floor and cover his head with his hands. The he cowered, not even sure what to do. Did he run? Did he try to hide somewhere else? Somewhere safer? He didn't even really know what happened as his eyes were closed and his face covered by his hands. He thought it was one of those powerful animals, but he didn't think so. Opening his fingers to peer out, for that was the only way he could figure out what to do next, he spotted his cabin mate, Forrest.
He slowly stood up, not really sure what to do. He wanted to offer to help the boy up, but he was still a little scared which was evident from his shaking. "It's... It's okay..." he said softly, his voice just as shaky as his body was. This was the first time he had talked to Forrest and he was scared. The other person he had met at the camp hadn't been so nice, and although he hadn't had any issues with Forrest yet he was a little worried about some appearing.
After a few seconds he reached out his hand to the boy. "Um... Let me help you." he offered.
Dis arcanae
Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2014 4:56 am
Forrest resembles that of a deer caught in headlights, buggy eyes wide with fear and a sick sort of anticipation that made the nerves within his stomach constrict until they were a tiny, lead ball; tugging downwards at his insides, making it hard for him to move from the place where he'd fallen. He was embarrassed, to say the least. He hadn't even realized Zajac had been down here; too busy planning out each foot hold as he had been ascending the pine that towered next to the two boys. His goal? To retrieve the lone frisbee that was lodged in a an intricate-looking network of branches; obviously lost by one of the other campers, and left to be forgotten.
Forrest's gaze detached from the boy and redirected itself towards the top of that tree, then it fell back on the boy; just in time to see a hand offered. A helping hand. Though he can see Zajac is just as nervous as he (a leaf, shaking in the wind), Forrest does not reach out his own hand in response. Instead, he ignores it and carefully picks himself up; brushing the debris from his clothes and blowing the dirt from the palms of his hands. He looks at Zajac in an apologetic sort of way. "Th-thanks tho-ough." He readjusts his hat so it sits a bit lower on his head, then shoves his hands in his pockets; his eery gaze staring Zajac straight in the eyes.
"I'm- um- I'm Forrest Q. Blair. It's n-n-nice to fi-fi-finally meet you, since we live in the s-same cabin and all... what are you um- what are y-you d-doing out h-here?"
Zajac wasn't offended that the other boy didn't take his hand, in fact he was a bit relieved. All though the boy wasn't much bigger than him, if he even was, there were many things that could go wrong if he did take Zajac's hand. Zajac could fall on top of him, or their grip could falter and send the other boy falling back down again. No, as Zajac took his hand back a small smile was spread across his face, showing that he was thankful for the other boy's thanks.
When the boy spoke up Zajac realized that like him this boy also had an accent! He couldn't place it exactly, but it did make Zajac feel a tad bit more comfortable. Knowing that he wasn't the only outsider helped. He wondered if the other boy had been in America for as long as he had.
"I'm Zajac..." he normally didn't give people his last name, but since Forrest had given Zajac his full name it only seemed right. "Zajac Królik... No middle name... Oh, but you can call me Jac, or Zack." he added as a after thought. He remembered that Aide had trouble saying his name and he wanted to make it easier for the other boy.
At Forrest's question his checks turned red. He didn't want to admit that he was scared of the water. He sisters had taught him against telling people his fears, especially people who he didn't know. "Um... I plant... And that plant looks interesting." he said pointing towards the plant near the lake. No need to tell the boy why he was just looking at it, and from such a far distance.
Oh he almost forgot his manners! "What about... What about you?" he asked.
Dis arcanae
Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2014 3:26 pm
Forrest wasn't the type to assign nicknames. The boy's name was Zajac, and though it was sure to roll off of Forrest's tongue in a bit of a tangle the first couple of times he said it, he'd certainly use it. The name was a nice one, after all. Forrest himself certainly hadn't met anyone with it before now. Shortening it to Jac or Zack like the boy offered only seemed to Forrest like he was taking something grand and driving a knife through the middle, so that it turned into two boring halves of which would never quite be as magnificent as the whole.
Forrest's buggy eyes notice the hue change in Zajac's cheeks, though the grey-colored boy does not point it out. If his cabinmate had something to hide, then so be it; as long as it wasn't a threat to Forrest. And, thus far, the spider boy- usually quite intuitive when it came to deciding a person's character- hadn't felt even a tiny bit threatened. It would seem Zajac wouldn't have to be avoided, after all. Forrest almost wanted to collapse with relief; though he knew if he did so he'd likely cause his companion to go into some sort of panic. Instead, Forrest offers Zajac a tentative smile. "M-my gran r-rather likes plants, t-too. She has a g-g-garden. S-sometimes I'd help her keep everything in- in order." His words, though filled with breaks and pauses, are as warm and as friendly-sounding as he can muster. "I was j-ust trying to get a frisbee f-from the t-top of the tree. It's n-n-not m-mine... I thought I c-could give it to the l-l-l-lost and f-found..." He ends his sentence by letting it drift away, a small shrug being the only thing he has to add. He then turns his gaze to the plant being indicated, large eyes scouring it for details. "Do you know what it's called?"
At Forrest's words something melted in Zajac's whole being. Just the fact that Forrest had anything to do with plants made him automatically better in Zajac's book. At once Zajac had a million questions, a million questions that he kept bottled up for fear of scaring the other boy. He wanted to know what kind of plants, and if his grandmother had any vegetables. Did they do it year round? Was it a big garden or a small one? But he knew that if he overwhelmed the other boy with questions than Forrest might run and hide. So he picked the most important question. "What kind of things does she... Does she plant?" he asked, his head tilting slightly. It would be cool if Forrest liked the same kinds of plants. Than maybe he would help him fight off the psychic worms and start a small garden? Zajac could hope.
Ah, so that explained why the boy was up in the tree. How nice of him. "I found a pizza... A stuffed animal pizza... But no one wanted it... So they let me kept it." he was a good person to, just like Forrest. He looked up into the tree, trying to spot the frisbee that they were talking about. He wasn't the best climber but maybe they could work together and get it somehow?
When Forrest asked about the plant Zajac's eyes went back towards it. "I think... I think it's an arrowhead... I'm not sure though." he might have been able to tell if he was closer, but that was out of the question.
Dis arcanae
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2014 6:25 pm
Immediately, Forrest's posture seems to stiffen more than it had already been; his eyes are wider now, more mesmerizing. He seems to shrink away, the shadow near the tree they were currently stationed at shivering; but doing nothing more (fail roll, damnit!). "T-truth be told, I've n-n-no i-idea I'm not- not r-really in-inter-interested in it b-but I like tr-trimming the hedges. There are- a l-lot of h-hedges." His words sounded especially unkempt, this time; the words pausing in the middle of themselves and the syllables fumbling as though he was speaking faster than his lips could move. It was hard for him to pay attention to things he didn't consider to be important details; as though his mind focused in on whatever it was that intrigued him and blocked all else out. He was embarrassed, to have to tell Zajac he didn't know things.
His volume drops, nothing but a quiet mumble. "I just thought it would be an adventure, trying to get it... a-and if s-s-some-someone wa-as ha-happy ab-bout me f-finding it... that w-would b-b-be qu-quite... qu-ite alright..."
When the plant's name is mentioned- arrowhead- Forrest commits it to memory; deciding that plant talk was, now, an important thing for him to remember. He will revisit the plant later, to examine it further.
At once Zajac knew he had done something wrong. He watched as the boy seemed to shrink before his very eyes, without even moving an inch. Zajac frowned, his fingers finding each other and starting to fidget. He didn't meant to do anything wrong. Forrest seemed so nice, and now he had done it. Now they would avoid looking each others way across the cabin and avoid being around each other. It would be horrible. He needed to fix this. He had never trimmed hedges in his life though. "That's cool... Most people aren't interested in them." at first this seemed like the right answer, but after a little more thought he realized it was a horrible thing to say! "Not to say... Not to say you are like everyone else!" he said, the sentence almost blending together in his haste to say it. He really needed to get more things to talk about. He would ask his sisters in his next letter home. He took a deep breath. "I mean... I meant to say... That that's cool..." he smiled, a weak attempt at saving the conversation.
Now... What did normal people talk about? As the other boy's voice got quieter Zajac wondered if this conversation was even savable. He looked up at the frisbee and back again at Forrest. "Maybe... Maybe you can try again? It could still be an adventure." he suggested. "If you want... I mean if it's okay with you... I could help?" he wasn't sure how to help, but he offered it just the same.
Dis arcanae
Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2014 6:50 pm
Forrest was not the type to be scared; in fact, he was often brave to a fault. Someone might even describe him as reckless should they take the time to observe his- more often than not- dangerous actions. He was subject to his own intrigue, often pulled out of his shadows by some big challenge that he couldn't turn down. He was in a constant state of proving himself though he did not know to whom it was, exactly, he had to prove himself to. Still, social interaction remained to be the one challenge Forrest Q. Blair often chose to shy away from.
But he was far away from home. And he'd never had a friend other than his gran and various insects/animals before. Perhaps this was, indeed, the one time Forrest might actually invite interaction, rather than slink away from it. "You c-could c-c-certainly help... if, that is, y-you r--really wanted to." The blush on his grey cheeks is more prominent and- for the first time since he'd officially met the boy known as Zajac- his eyes moved from the boy, to the floor. He was relentless, however, as seconds later he returned his gaze. "C- can you m-m-move things, with your h-head? I kn-kn-know s-some kids can d-do that. If y-you c-c-ould even j-ust sh-shift it from the p-place it's at right n-now... I could... I could probably g-get it... it's j-j-just r-really stuck." In front of his small form, his hands wring together; fingers twisting around each other like snakes. He bites his lip, nervous. "Of c-course, if you c-ca-can't... I'm s-sure we c-could find anoth-nother w--way..." His lips pouted and his nose scrunched, suddenly whisked away by his own ideas. "M-maybe we could find a s-sturdy branch and- and you could hold on-onto my coat so th-that I c-could use b-both of my ha-ands to grab it!"
Zajac listened as the boy talked, sure to not interrupt him. He knew what it was like to take a while to say something, and the blush on the boys grey cheeks was not something unfamiliar to him. "I'd love to... To help." his smile grew, taking over his whole face. If there was one thing that Zajac loved to do it was to help people.
His smile faltered slightly when the boy asked if Zajac could move things with his head, and then went on to say how it would be helpful. Unfortunately his ability wasn't so helpful in this situation, or any really. "No... I see things... You know... Not scary things... Like things before they happen." he said with a nod. Although Aide had made it seem like people shouldn't be telling each other about their abilities he didn't see why not. After all they all had at least one, or else they wouldn't be at the camp.
When Forrest suggested that they find a sturdy branch he nodded. That seemed like a wonderful idea to him. "What about...." he had to pick a good branch. He didn't want to pick one that would cause the two of them to come crashing to the ground. His cabin mate had already done that once, no need for it to happen again. "What about that one?" he said pointing to a rather large branch that was close enough to the frisbee that Forrest might be able to grab it and also big enough that it would buckle under their weight.
Dis arcanae
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 4:06 am
Forrest was headed up the tree without warning, the branch Zajac had pointed out being his exact destination; he climbed lithely, as though he'd done it a thousand times; pulling himself from branch to branch with ease. Though he was small, he was surprisingly strong. His frequent hikes and constant physical activities made sure of that. In his haste, he does- however- think of the other boy's climbing abilities. Not until, that is, his left foot has found its home on the thick branch; followed by the rest of his small, lanky body. He looks down at Zajac, wide white eyes piercing. There's a small, impish smile on his greyed face; proud of his accomplishment. "C-can you climb well, Z-zajac?"
The question is sincere, as Forrest is more than willing to help the boy up, but his attention towards the matter lasts only seconds; he's back to focusing on the true prize. The frisbee. He leans out towards it, careful to keep one hand anchored to a small branch nearest him, protruding from the main trunk. As he'd expected, there was about a foot between the tips of his fingers and the plaything. He needed a closer anchor, and that anchor needed to be Zajac. What luck, to have stumbled upon the boy- upon... a friend? Forrest blushed at the thought. "I-i--if you c-could take h-hold of m-my b--backpack so I c-could l-lean m-my w-eight out a lit-little... I cou-ould reach it... you'll j-just have t-to keep a g-good grip on b-both m-me and the- the tree... otherwise we c-could both f-fall... or ju-ust me... and we're h-higher than I w-was last time." There was no fear in his gaze, only a quiet confidence. Though the risk of him falling was great, having the frisbee in his hand would be well worth it.
a pet dino
Zajac could still be on the ground needing help, or next to Forrest in the tree; I left that up for interpretation `cause I don't know whether or not he's good at climbing sweatdrop
Right before Zajac's eyes Forrest was no longer on the ground and already up in the tree. Zajac was in awe as Foreest climbed, so carefully as if he was made for trees. He didn't even realize that the boy was on the branch he had pointed out until Forrest was speaking back down towards him. Truth of the matter, Zajac wasn't all that sure how good of a climber he is. He knew he wasn't as good as Forrest, but he wasn't horrible from what he remembered. Than again he hadn't really climbed a tree since moving out of Poland.
He was about to say something when he watched as Forrest turned back towards the frisbee. The fact that the boy was trying to get it without his help hurried Zajac along towards the tree. He wasn't as quick or as graceful as Forrest was, but he got there. He had made it in time, being as careful as he could to not knock the two of them down. He nodded. "I won't let go... Promise..." he said with a bright smile. He could do this, and than Forrest would forget all about the fact that Zajac brought up the awkward flower topic.
With one hand firmly on a branch, and his feet planted on what he assumed was a safe place on the sturdy branch, Zajac took hold of Forrest's backpack. They could do this.
Dis arcanae
feel free to have them fall XD
Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 2:16 pm
"I believe you."
For some reason, Forrest really did feel he could put at least a little bit of his trust in the boy. After all, Zajac had shown nothing- so far- but good will and a helpful eagerness. The grey-skinned boy takes a minute to study the other's face with his own buggy eyes, then gives a quick nod; confident in both himself and his new companion. Surely they could achieve this feat, together. Forrest hoped some other camper would be appreciative of their efforts, once the frisbee had been returned. Though, in the end, Forrest really only cared about one thing- and that was getting. that. frisbee.
And also, maybe- perhaps... making a friend?
Again, Forrest blushed; this time letting himself tilt forward so that his weight now rested within Zajac's hold on the backpack held securely to Forrest's own shoulders. With a determined grimace, the camper reached his hand forward; stretching his arm out as far as it would go until- success! His outermost digits curled around the plastic disc, his own lips now forming a triumphant grin. The frisbee was in hand, his task had been carried out with ease, and now-! Now, he was falling. Again.
It would seem during the time it had took him to reach out for the frisbee, the pair had- somehow- lost their balance. Forrest fell from the tree hard, bright white spots exploding into his vision the moment his back hit the ground- air, it would seem, evaded him; he gasped for it, fist still tight around his prize as he sputtered to restart his breathing in the correct rhythm. Surely, there would be a large bruise forming on his back already. When in the right set of mind, his air securely back in his lungs, the small- yet durable- boy turned towards Zajac. "A-are you al-alright? D-d-do we n-need to f-f-f-find the nurse?"
As Forrest tilted forward Zajac clutched the backpack even harder. Personally he was a little worried that the backpack wouldn't hold, but at the same time if Forrest believed in it than it had to be strong enough. As Forrest went to grab the frisbee he noticed, really noticed, the backpack for the first time. It was like a spider! Although he wasn't crazy about spiders, he didn't not like them either. Thinking about the rabbit jacket that he himself wore, he wondered if animals would be a safe topic for the two of them to talk about. Better than plants anyways.
As he thought of things for the two of them to talk about his focus wasn't as much on his footing as it should have been. Sure he was still holding onto the tree, and onto Forrest's backpack, but before he even realized it the two of them were tumbling to their ground.
At first everything was bright, and his ears were ringing. His back was on the floor and for a second he forgot where he was. Slowly his vision started to return to him and the ringing seemed to fade. He was in pain, but managed to look towards Forrest, turning his head rather than getting up. "I think..." he closed his eyes for a second. He didn't feel like anything was broken. He would have a headache later but that wasn't too horrible. "I think I'm fine... You?" he said as he opened his eyes.
"I'm sorry... I was thinking... Not paying attention..." he babbled, feeling truly horrible for causing the two of them to fall. It didn't matter if he had awesome conversation starters if the two of them were dead.
