Cell Block C
Tags: Five Guys, Zach(ZM1234), Bananas
Still sitting with his back against the wall, Zach was smiling with his eyes shut. This wasn't permanent brain damage from the medallion. It wasn't necessarily after effects from Nysali's siren power. No no, Zach was reliving that last kiss. It was a good one too. Thanks to the memory dump from the medallion, it was his first to his version of the events. Even though Nysali kissed him right before then, he couldn't remember it. The thoughts of that searing pain and the tiny remaining mark on his cheek were lingering in the back of his mind. They just weren't as lovely as a thought to earn a revisit. Nothing like Nysa's body against his. Nothing like her lips-his arms around her. This could really go on to consume a whole day.
But, Zach had to recollect his surroundings and figure out where to go from there. With his brown eyes surveying the room, he eventually came to his jacket. Even though he had torn through it himself, he didn't grasp that his arms were free until now. Timidly, he raised one arm upward. It had been a month since he'd seen the damned things. Very slowly, he moved to kiss his right arm. "Daddy missed you boys." He spoke with his charm returning to his grin. Today had to be the best day ever. Between his arms, somehow magically, not being hard to work with after a month of inactivity, his psuedo-almost-makeout session with the Siren, Zach was legitimately happy.
With a jolt to his motions, Zach got to his feet and slipped out of the tattered straight jacket. The torn, charcoaled thing almost had a stockholm's syndrome effect on Zach. A whole month of contact? He was going to miss the evil thing. Before he could start getting all sentimental and maybe even contemplate saying a few words, Zach just dropped the damned thing into a disposal unit outside the door. A great emotional weight had been freed from the ghostly appearing, pale, shirtless male. It was a little on the cool side in the room, and he hoped to steal a shirt from someone before anyone noticed the temperature effects on his chest.
And that wasn't Zach's only problem either. The guards were armed on this floor. Armed with guns. To Zach's bizarrely fuzzy memory, he remained rather confident that guns shoot people. And shooting Zach, well, he didn't wanna think about it. He ran a hand over his chest as he tried to convince himself that not all the guards held venomous contempt for him, that not all of them would take this sort of opportunity to pop some bullets into him. As his mind ran through the guards he got to talk to in his depressingly long stay at Eternal Peaks, Zach happened across at least one guard that wouldn't shoot him on site and claim he was going for their gun. "Jakob!" He said out loud as he wondered how the guy was doing. Silently, Zach cursed himself for not keeping a mental calender with the times each Guard was on duty. Not that such a thing would be useful up until now, an extremely rare scenario.
The thought of escaping hadn't occured to Zach. Block C made that plan a sheer impossibility, and if he needed to have a second reason, there was this burning desire to see Nysa again. So he had to return to his cell without putting anything on his record. To do this he needed a guard with a keycard to lock the door behind him. Just as he previously mentally explored, any guard would just pop some bullets and claim Zach was acting up. Which, to be fair, he did bring that reputation upon himself. Zach peered out the door of his current room and looked side to side. There weren't any guards on this hallway. They had to be further down, then. But, he couldn't run out to search for Jakob. He couldn't stay either, anybody could see this door popped open and find the delightfully shootable male all alone with no tapes to prove anything. Zach shivered, his arms wrapping around his lean torso before he stepped back into the room.
At that very moment, a small storm of boots sounding off against the hallway floor had startled Zach. "Shit, they're already onto me?!" He thought to himself as he looked around the room for anything that looked remotely bulletproof. Nothing seemed appropriate. Before he could think to hide, he heard the boots enter the room. "Yer'gunna get it now boy." One of the men spoke first. Zach didn't need to turn around to face them. With the confidence in their voice, it was impossible to imagine they weren't ready to hipfire whole clips into his fit, pale body. "Shit.." Zach choked back the knot in his throat and stepped toward the wall he faced.
With the pause, Zach Imagined they were making sure their weapons were loaded, or looking down their sights for some reason, readying to put a hearty amount of bullets into his bare back. "Why like this?" Zach whispered to himself, but he couldn't cry. Just a bittersweet taste lingered on his tongue as he wondered why he got such a nice day before his last breathe.
And then, without hearing the approaching steps, Zach was seized and thrown onto the desk as he was surrounded by the guards. The moment had him thankful that he was on his back -as opposed to his chest- when they whipped out bananas. With just a gulp, and confusion writing itself all over his ghostly face, Zach had to wonder why they had serious looks on their gritty mugs. Without a smile or any laughter, the men wielding the phallic yellow fruit had begun to smack Zach with them. He found the first few whacks to hurt a little as the bananas exploded over his topless body.
The squashed fruit had spread over Zach's pale chest and face in five lines of awkwardly sticky, cold near-liquid trails. After those first few whacks the guards kept whipping Zack with the peels, which just left him with a dumbfounded expression as he watched their faces. Cold, serious, like they were here to snuff him out. He expected a 'happy birthday' or something on the end, but he forgot his birthday and guards didn't seem to crack at all. It was like a silly nightmare as they hit him with the banana peels, glaring at him like serious killers.
The show continued until they manhandled Zach's confused silent body and picked him up off the desk. They carried him, as if they thought he was stunned or beaten unconscious. With one quick heave, the men tossed Zach into his room. With a little bit of a bounce, landing on his back, Zach watched as the men pushed the door shut and locked it. Leaving the lanky, banana coated male alone in the mess. "What." He mumbled, using a finger to clean up some of the banana. Tasting to confirm he wasn't asleep, and because he was hungry. "W-why?" He grappled with reality for a moment longer. Ultimately coming to the conclusion that the Siren had pulled strings or used her power somewhere. Shrugging off the confusion, Zach began to, carefree, clean off his banana attacked body with glee. Chuckling as he started to understand the situation.
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