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@warytourguide
❝ If you say I told you so, I’ll shoot you.❞
[TW for Ventriloquist dummies and Dolls] Sideblog to influencedbyfear.
Reblog this is your muse has straight up actually died
Optional: they’ve returned from the dead
“TOI NON PLUS! NE ME DIS PAS QUOI FAIRE!”
the pierce of her scream came undone in the tears that threatened her eyes. already, she’d been forced to embark on this hellish trek on her own; with terror leading her before she even left her doorstep: for how zed had spoken, and looked once she could finally manage to contact him, … for what he refused to disclose to her, no matter how belligerent she became in her questioning. and in the death mortared caverns now around her, her voice carried in such a way that it made her recoil at her own sound. she was horrified of this dark, of this closed off air and vacuum of life. she was afraid down to the very silence of this place, and the chilling volume given to even the slightest noise she made as result. but his asking her that set off a trigger too volatile for her to force calm before response. there was a single reason only that she would descend into such peril.
Her pain is equally felt, and it is shared. His voice cracks, and he takes one step closer. A hand raises and mid swing, it stops, hesitant. There’s no way to explain. Zed couldn’t, and he couldn’t. “Je voulais passer du temps ici.” It’s a terrible, terrible excuse. Papillon sees her turmoil and there are no words that can appropriately expand on hell. He’s not meant to be here, but there is one way out and it’s to take someone’s life. How could that be explained?
He’s tasked with murder and no will to commit it. He’s destined for his purgatory, and in slow steps, he reaches to her. This may very well be the only chance he has to see her. Fearful of what his contact may bring, his tremulous fingers hover over her arm - will it burn her?
She’s safely touched and with desperation spreading from his very core, he yanks her into a deep embrace.
He smells like fire now...
Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these
💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship
hors de caractère
I’m interested in writing more DEAD Papillon. Sadly, your muse will have to be in Paris. So, if you’re interested too, like this for a starter.
@lessersinned -ˢᴼ ᴮᴱᴸᴼᵂ
It’s rare that an opportunity is presented to him where he can easily end a life. His insides only burn, and he is compelled to lash, but his pain is disguised with practice, and Papillon edges closer.
“You really shouldn’t linger behind your tour–” he muses after a stray tourist, thumb pushing irritably across reconstructed wrist bands. Reluctantly, he feigns a charismatic smile- gesturing for the stranger to carry on.
“They go by –”even with his years trapped, translations escape him. “really fast.”
〝 You go in this tunnel, you will not come out. You want to take this corridor, go ahead-
not with me. 〞
that’s it. that’s the movie.
hors de caractère
I’m interested in writing more DEAD Papillon. Sadly, your muse will have to be in Paris. So, if you’re interested too, like this for a starter.
Oh god, not French.
ANYTHING BUT THE FRENCH.
*whispers* bonjour
@neverarhyme - A soul to take
There’s an unsettling warmth that spreads from his very core. It’s an ominous heat, and it speaks to him semi-regularly. It a surreal sensation that visits as he mutely watches the stray cataphile or tourist. For the most part, he’s kept out of sight, following the shadows. It’s best if his cataphiles believe that he is long gone. They’ve even stopped searching for him.
He often hears Zed’s quivering voice, the soft, shaken apologies, but he has never set foot inside.
Today, that burning sensation has sought him again, and it has become a craving. It’s something he decides to call ‘hunger’, it’s an urge and he has mastered the art of suppressing it. However, it builds as he overhears steps, and he follows, playing a game with the hunger inside. Hot or cold-- warmer and warmer....
He sees her, and frowns. It’s insatiable now.
You want me to kill her, don’t you?
Papillon edges close to her, blocking her path with a quiet smile. “I wouldn’t go that way.” his gaze flicks back. “It leads to a solid wall.” And it is a wall he’s created. Being a part of the dead has its perks. “Are you trying to hide or something?”
Papillon died an innocent man.
In the film, Papillon retells La Taupe’s story in how he explored the one tunnel that many of the cataphiles feared. He never emerged, just like the others who were daring enough to step through. Papillon waited and ultimately closed up the tunnel to prevent another death, taking his place as a leader.
La Taupe, as he is found once more, explains that no one looked for him, and he pitifully looks over his friends who assumed he lost his life. Papillon regards him with skepticism questioning his survival. It’s not him...
In the screenplay, Papillon and La Taupe’s roles are reversed. However, Papillon retains his character for the most part. (the parts that are already in the film. The scenes are the very same from the club to his leading the group inside). Strangely, his brother is still in the script, suggesting Papillon to Scarlett, Benji, and George. Suggesting that Papillon was initially intended to follow his role in the film.
Setting this subject aside, we’re going to focus on what happens to Papillon. He merely vanishes and returns as the dead, dying after they trigger a collapse in the tunnels as they find the stone. He was an innocent man, spat from the pits of hell to kill before he can be rightly dragged back. He grows irritable as time passes and the deeper they go, closely following the scene in the film where La Taupe takes a life.
When La Taupe (following the remainder of Papillon’s story) finds the burning car with (strangely.. Pap’s sibling) he reacts in the very same way as Papillon does in the film, and even quotes the very same thing Papillon screams before his untimely, violent death. It translates to “No! It was not my fault! It was not my fault!”
And, Papillon, in the film, follows the very same actions. There was an unfinished cut and extra scenes, and I imagine he was inclined to rush for his brother.
Regardless another thing to note is, his brother was the driver in the screenplay, and Papillon’s burns are on the left side of his body. His brother was the driver, and he couldn’t be saved.
The fact that he runs to what was destined to kill him to save what is already dead, much to Scarlett & George’s deepest fears.
–––––– unnecessary note: I’m going to go ahead and tell you that Papillon didn’t die instantly. He was pulled underground, and he suffocated, and he burned as shown in his legs that began to blacken and char
I’m trying to invest myself, and all I’m receiving from my muse’s end is “We need party music.” Do you realize how difficult it is to write depressing facts about him when ‘BlackOut’ is now blasting to facilitate more of his muse?
let's do a weird headcanon thing.
What they smell like: Papillon’s eating habits and what he surrounds himself with (minus illegal exploration) has left him smelling sweet. Think.. chocolate, cake, candy… anything unhealthy and if he’s ever given someone a hug, nine out of ten they’ll assume he’s worked in a bakery. When traveling and exploring the depths of the catacombs, he has a bit of an odd mixture of sweat and earth along with a bit of a musty smell, depending on how long he’s spent his time in the catacombs.
How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Papillon, is highly prone to avoiding sleep at all costs. It began as insomnia upon his sibling’s death. His inability to rest has resulted in minor hallucinations of the incident or his brother further impeding him. With livid nightmares and disfigurements in his delusions, it is a surprise to any that he is able to maintain sanity.
What music they enjoy: Anything and everything. He does favor the music that would frequently play within the nightclub LeShowcase. If it’s something he can dance to, he’ll enjoy it.
How much time they spend getting ready every morning: At most– twelve minutes. His hair is commonly a mess for a reason. Aside from the shower, he leaves everything as is and snags whatever’s in sight alongside the always worn- jacket to hide his burns. Prone to taking cold showers, he’s rather quick.
Their favorite thing to collect: Though he has collected a few rocks from the catacombs, Papillon is prone to taking something from the area he’s exploring for keepsake.
Left or right-handed: Right-handed.
Religion (if any): He strays back and forth between Catholic and skeptic.
Favorite sport: Football (Soccer).
Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Petty Vandalism. Visiting any monument to explore fully and learn of the history. If he has the money for it.
Favorite kind of weather: Winter- he’s rather fond of the cold weather and there’s all the more reason to wear a jacket.
A weird/obscure fear they have: His brother. It is either by belief that his hatred towards him has left him haunting- rather, intending to kill him, it is not unusual for Papillon to avoid cars, sleeping, and to spontaneously visit the cemetery which his brother has been buried to tend to it and cry- begging him to stop. It is unclear whether or not he has earned some form of hallucination or disturbed feeling- or if the crash has driven him manic and possibly schizophrenic.
The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: “Pingpong Ball and Fish Bowl”
I’ve finished watching As Above So Below. Next up.... The Boy
open one-liner
“how i knew i’d findju hea’…?
Papillon is quick to register her voice and his hollow heart sinks. There’s a wild guess that Zed didn’t walk her to the catacombs. The labyrinth is known by many, but she knows of their secret entrance.
She can’t be here. Not anymore.
The air thins with his trepidation, manipulating with raw emotion. “Camille,” dread is disguised with a look he can only generate by memory, and he turns to her.
“Tu ne devrais pas être ici-” Papillon avoids making any physical contact. After what happened to Siouxsie, he isn’t willing to risk it. He even shies away from her. “--Why are you here?”