Schizophrenia

Zachariah Zimmerman, a 24 year old who possesses the ability of dual mind, giving him the ability of mind push and enhanced memory. He's a perfectionist and believes entirely in what he puts his mind to - he achieves to be the best that St. Mary's has ever seen. Loyal until the bitter end to his friends, he's a friend worth investing in - although it might be hard to push past his schizophrenic tenancies.

[zachariah-zimmerman]

You must be a bacon burger because you're bacon me crazy !

[Text] roses r red violets r blueif i had a bricki’d throw it at you :)

[charlie-crowe-blog]

[TEXT] ur a dick. [TEXT] but ur my dick.

[zachariah-zimmerman]

[Text] u have more dick in ur personality than u do in ur pants ;)

[charlie-crowe-blog]

[TEXT] u would kno [TEXT] my personality is packin’ heat in its personality pants [TEXT] and u aint complain’

[zachariah-zimmerman]

[Text] i do complain  [Text] but it’s better to take it like a man  [Text] otherwise you’ll never stfu  [Text] plus it’s really not that great. in fact ur personality is kind of limp. 

[zachariah-zimmerman]

You must be a bacon burger because you're bacon me crazy !

[Text] roses r red violets r blueif i had a bricki’d throw it at you :)

[charlie-crowe-blog]

[TEXT] ur a dick. [TEXT] but ur my dick.

[zachariah-zimmerman]

[Text] u have more dick in ur personality than u do in ur pants ;)

[zachariah-zimmerman]

You must be a bacon burger because you're bacon me crazy !

[Text] roses r red violets r blueif i had a bricki’d throw it at you :)

[zachariah-zimmerman]

“No. I’m not picking her up, she’s crying and I thought I already had enough of that with your kids. God damn good for nothing fucking condom.” Growling as he bends over to pull Riley from the ground, he turns to Charles and gives him a frown. “This is your fault. I blame you. Where the hell did you kid go? Caleb? Caleb?!”

[sasha-cohen]

“Hey, Riah?”

Sasha murmured, peaking around the door frame to look at the man she knew so well, tucking a piece of blonde hair behind her ear as she moved inside. She may not be as small as she used to be, but she still couldn’t help but think of Riah as the towering brother bear he’d always been to her for so long. Because of that, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide the nervous way her hands clasped together, the shuffling of her feet. “Do you have a minute? I’ve got something… well, something pretty big to tell you.”

[zachariah-zimmerman]

A heavy sigh left his lips as he stared down at the photos of the women who used to be an integral part of his life. A part of him felt as if he needed to reach out to them, as he had owed them because they each made him into the person he was now. Looking up from the photos as Sasha enters, he raises a brow and jumps to the worst. “You’re marrying that Sam kid?” Oh wait, weren’t they already married? ... Had Zachariah really found a way to erase the horrifying memories from his head (because Sasha marrying someone is horrifying to him)? “No. You’ve decided that Charles is your favorite? Sasha! You’re my little one!” Furrowing his brows together, he crosses his arms at his chest. “So what is it?” 

[zachariah-zimmerman]

"You've gotta be kidding me."

[raymond-anderson]

Startled at the voice being directed at him, Ray pauses from typing away on his phone, and glances up. Looking at where the other was pointing, he  lets out an amused snort and shakes his head, upon spotting the reindeer herd. "Who knows? Too much exposure to repeating Christmas carols? The craze of cheaper items? Christmas messes with people’s heads."  He shrugs lightly, before turning back to the other and raising an eyebrow. "Not a fan of Christmas? Or just not a fan of reindeer people? Which is a little messed, I’ll admit."

[zachariah-zimmerman]

“Messes with people’s heads? More like a sickness in the head. My roommate and his girlfriend, err, friend, have been spending time wearing Santa and elf hates and parading around as if they own the place. What the hell did I do to deserve that kind of nonsense?” Seriously, what did he do? That kind of shit was only cute when Sasha did it… not Charles and Arianna. Okay, well, maybe Arianna a bit – she was easy on the eyes. Not that he’d ever tell Charles that… he might get a robot on him. Again. “Reindeer people. Weird. Christmas, annoying. Holiday catered to retail stores to sell the last items of the year. You know they jack up prices during September and when they go on ‘sale’, they’re actually just around the same price as it was at the beginning of the year? So you’re really only saving a few bucks. It’s absurd. The world is stupid for spending money.” Wow, way to be a grinch. “Rah-Rah-Cheer is just annoying, man.” 

[zachariah-zimmerman]

"You've gotta be kidding me."

It had been a long night and although he did have fun staying up all night with his best friend (as he normally does), he was growing quite the headache. "All this holiday cheer is annoying..." he muttered to himself, sighing heavily as he watched a group of people dressed as reindeer walk pass him. "Oh, no. Oh god, no. No, no, no. Seriously?" Shaking his head, he turned towards the person on the other bench and pointed at them. "What the fuck is wrong with these people?" 

[charlie-crowe-blog]

“Will you still love me when I no longer ball so hard?”

Charles sang as he literally rubbed hundred dollar bills in his roommate’s face. Although the technopath had sold his inventions numerous times before, this hard-earned cash was especially worth the pride and boast. It brought a probability for the aspiring industrialist. “See. I told you all those sleepless nights were going to be worth it. – And you doubted me.” Charles scoffed lightly at Zachariah, “You’d make a terrible husband.”

[zachariah-zimmerman]

Right now, Zachariah was sitting at his desk in his room -- that was his first mistake of the night. A deep rooted frown was on his face as his best friend went about singing while rubbing hundred dollar bills in his face. If there was one thing that Zachariah could to do this fucking guy... it would be to punch him in the face. But then he'd have to nurse the asshole awake and tend to him, so that was obviously out of question. "I swear to fucking god, Crowe. If you don't --." Cutting himself off as he spins around in his chair to fully face his best friend, he rolled his eyes. If someone could roll their eyes hard and with fucking fury, that would be him right now. "What!?" Planting his feet on the floor, her frowns even fucking more and stands on his feet. "'Don't get your hopes up, Crowe.'  You mean telling you that?" His feet stomp a step towards Charles, his finger going to poke the man's chest -- hard. "I was just fucking --." Stab at the chest with his finger. "-- making sure that you didn't get all fucking --." Another stab at the chest with his finger. "All bitchy and whiny over someone not getting your invention!" Growling, he grabbed the hundred dollar bills and plucked a few of them, shoving them into his pocket. "Fee for putting up with your loud as fucking mouth, man." Charles was really loud. And obnoxious. Sometimes he wondered why he was best friends with this guy, but then he remembered -- he was stuck in the relationship forever. 

[zachariah-zimmerman]

"Oh, god dammit."

[modusumbra-blog]

Joey honestly considers continuing his walk towards his original destination and completely ignoring Zach when he starts talking, but he’s in the mood for a good laugh, so he listens. Of course his outfit comes out of the mix-up unscathed. There’s an amused look that slowly makes itself known on his features as he speaks and raised eyebrows that follow when Zachariah begins to unbutton his shirt. “First of all, you were in my way. You saw me coming, that means you move. Secondly,” he holds up two fingers, sarcastic comment at the ready, “Have you not heard of a bleach pen? It’s shaped just like a pen, but get this, it cleans stains! Technology these days…” He shakes his head, plucking a flute of champagne from a waiter who passes by. He takes a sip and glances at the liquid, his interest is already lost. “Thirdly, shut up, Schizo.”

[zachariah-zimmerman]

The mere sight of Joey was enough to make his fists clench immediately and he had to tell himself that in this timeline, what happened with Catherine hadn't occurred yet. Lips pressed thinly together and his brows furrowed immediately, the classic 'Zachariah Zimmerman' look upon his face. Pulling off the shirt from his back, he pulls the blazer in front and buttons it so that it looked somewhat decent. Somewhat. "You really should just beat the shit out of him, Zachariah. He looks like chump meat," he pretends to speak to himself, his lips curling into a smile. "No, no no. That wouldn't be fair. The Schizo against the proud Joey-oey-oey?" Scoffing, he leans towards Joseph. "Call me Schizo again, man, and you'll wish you never uttered words from your fucking mouth."

[wallflowerkeith]

"I actually pr-prefer lilies to daises…" Amanda finally responded. Placing down the pencil she was vigorously using to draw, she looked up at Zachariah and lifted up the small napkin she had used as her canvas. On it was a small but detailed drawing of Zachariah. "The Keith girl has thoughts, but she’s better at expressing them through art than words. Here," she smiled, placing the napkin in front of him. "My simulation? Oh, it went fine. It wasn’t my best effort, but I co-conquered. And sorry for ‘ignoring’ you. I’m usually a pretty good listener, but I haven’t been able to focus. Why did you run off and leave, though? For a second there, you moved faster than I could." Amanda chuckled at her own joke, and grabbed a new napkin to draw on. 

[zachariah-zimmerman]

"They all look the same to me." Shrugging his shoulders, he glanced down at the drawing and raised a brow at her drawing of him. "That's... uh, okay. Thanks." Rolling his eyes a bit, he took the napkin and folded it into fours to put into his pocket. He was never a real fan of art - he didn't understand what the need for it was. "Ha," he replied to the joke, not knowing how to exactly reply to it. The 2012 part of him would have pushed her around already but he was sitting there, now, with a napkin in his pocket. "Why do you even try connecting with people who've hurt you?" He wondered aloud, his fingers move to graze against his lips. "It's a waste of fucking time and it's not your place to forgive if nobody is asking for fucking forgiveness - so why?" 

[wallflowerkeith]

Mhh…[Amanda nodded her head, pretending to listen to whoever was talking. At that current moment, her mind was some place else. All she wanted to do was make art. Whether it was with a brush, a pencil, or music notes…she didn’t care. What she didn’t want to do, though, was be caught up in a conversation that had nothing to do with her. Usually she was a good listener, but she was tired of listening. She wanted to speak.] 

[zachariah-zimmerman]

"... I was asking you how your simulation went the other week?" Raising a brow, the boy rolled his eyes as he looked towards the girl. Zachariah had left abruptly the last time they spoke, but because he was known for his outbursts at this time, he made no deal about it to apologize to her. This version of himself didn't apologize. Only to Sasha. The Crowe's, even. "I didn't think the Keith girl actually had thoughts," he snorted, giving a light chuckle. "Let me guess, flowers and daisies?"

[lina-lynn]

[zachariah-zimmerman]

Zachariah Zimmerman and Sasha Cohen

[clayton-o-hare]

"C-Can I..."

His words fell flat as the waiter walked on by. Sighing, Clayton gave up on his quest for something to eat and instead retreated to the corner where he could hopefully continuing on his quest of not being seen. He didn’t want to bring anyone else’s happiness down. Not that he was entirely sure there was anyone truly happy here. Formal attire made him uncomfortable, and he shifted in his seat, finger running around his collar. “Almost d-done. Hopefully.” He felt sullen and petulant and the words, while honest, didn’t help that emotion. 

[zachariah-zimmerman]

Fingers gingerly moved over the buttons of his sports jacket, doing them up as if it were a way to hide the fact that his dress shirt was gone. Of course the Spencer kid would be the one to spill something all over him so that he'd be the only one at the ball without a collared shirt. Oh well. A light smile met Zachariah's lips as he watched one of his old friends attempt to take something from a waiter, only failing and instead retreating into the corner. "Excuse me, sir?" Walking up towards the water, he gave the man a large grin. "How about you hand me the tray of food?" Zachariah pushed the thought as he held out his hands. "Oh, and, if you'd be kind enough to bring some champagne -- or anything, really, over towards the corner over there? Yes, there. I'd very much appreciate it." He pushed again, chuckling as the waiter nodded and moved away. Zachariah walked up towards Clayton, holding out the tray with various food. "I swear they always miss me. I always end up stealing a tray or two from them." Shaking his head, he gave a light chuckle. "Wanna get out of here soon?"

[zachariah-zimmerman]

"God, did you see her?"

[charlie-crowe-blog]

Claiming his drink from the bar, he turned to face his roommate with a blasé expression. It had been a few days since Project Play now, so Charles learned to snap out of his stupor immediately before anyone noticed he had left Earth. “I did, and I don’t know what to do. I’m all for her trying new things and getting out of her shell, but I don’t think I’m liking all the attention she’s getting.” Charles confessed. His gaze drifted passed Zachariah’s shoulder to stare at the subject of their conversion. “Plunging neck line.” He repeated as he gazed longingly, “She’s a babe.” He repeated again. It was when he paused to drink some of his champagne that he realized Zachariah seemed a lot more agitated over Anna’s stunning new look than Charles was. Brows furrowed and his attention snapped back at the man, “—Unless this is your way of telling me that you suddenly have strong affections towards Arianna, I don’t believe we are talking about the same person.”

[zachariah-zimmerman]

The words 'She's a babe' were ones that he weren't expecting, and for a while Zachariah just squinted his eyes at his friend. Moments passed before he raised a brow, turning his head towards where the boy was looking over. Oh, that made more sense. Averting his attention back towards Charles, he let out a light chuckle and shook his head. "I thought you were calling Sasha a babe -- I was going to remove your eyes from your head, Crowe. Nice to know you're staring at that Carrington girl instead..." His sentence drifted off as he took a sip of his drink, turning to look at Arianna himself. "But she is quite nice looking. The new look -- it looks great on her. I didn't even know she was pretty... or a had a rack. That's what you've been fixated on, huh?" Letting out another light chuckle, brown eyes flickered back towards his friend. "Where's Sibyl?" He asked, brows furrowed together.

[zachariah-zimmerman]

"God, did you see her?"

Running his fingers through his hair, he let out a long breath as he looked over at Charles. Ever since he came back from Project Play, things were off. Zachariah couldn't blame him, either, especially with the memories seeping into the grid. His roommate hadn't talked about it to him yet and so he had decided that keeping his friend's mind off of it would be a better route. "Plunging neck line... No. She's a baby. There are boys staring at her, man. I want to wring their necks..." Groaning, he shakes his head and gives Charles a small smile. "I swear she does this to mess with us. And it works."

[tristan-tillstrom]

Huh?

[tristan-tillstrom]

(Tristan blinks a couple of times, waiting for Zachariah to elaborate a bit on what exactly he needed help with. His powers, obviously, or the kid wouldn’t be here. But what about his powers was the question) Keep going (he tells him as he leans back, and listens carefully to him as he explains what this ‘block’ seemed to be) You’re not an Empath kid, every power has its limits. But (he points out with a light smirk) I’m here to make sure you’ve definitely been pushed to that limit. And I don’t think you have (he says as he slouches a bit on his chair to be more comfortable). I can’t promise I’ll fix that, but I can promise we’ll figure out if you’re capable of pushing emotions. That’ll be fun (he finishes with a light smirk).

[zachariah-zimmerman]

It was true that he wasn't an Empath, but as someone who was a pusher he should be able to do the basics that everyone had. Anger, joy, sadness - things of the like; it was one of the good things about being a pusher. Despite the fact that it was a common trait amongst S-Gene Carriers, especially those not of Legacy blood, Zachariah was already able to take it a step forward with implanting memories into people's brains. The power was limitless, if pushed hard enough. Other Carriers didn't do that with his power and he planned to be the first. "Surely every power has its limits, but I plan to succeed even those." Eyes wandered over the office and he kept his eyes on the man - despite the nature and the rumors that have been spread about Tristan, he knew that he was one of the only people here who would have no qualms about putting him in a dangerous situation. As it turned out, holograms really wouldn't push him because he knew the computer would shut down before he got into any real harm.  "I tried pushing a calm sense of emotion into the hologram training facility, I ended up pushing anger and got my ass kicked," Zachariah mumbled to himself, letting out a light groan. "Hey, do whatever the hell will make me rise above. Surely it won't be as bad as some of the Legacy blood has done to me."

[adelaide-stewart]

Twenty two years.

[adelaide-stewart]

(If Adelaide’s pissed off expression could become anymore pissed off, it did so in the moment she heard Zach’s voice. Turning her head, her eyes narrow on the figure and then dramatically roll at his question.) I’m not in the mood for you. (Is her only response, because really, she can’t be bothered. Her intentions were to be a lonely sad drunk, and was she going to let him stop her? No. Downing the rest of the liquid in her mug, she slams it onto the counter as she returns her gaze to Zach.) Oh, please. Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. Who am I to get in the way of the true love between you and your boyfriend? (She comments with a fake smile and a sarcastic laugh, turning her attentions back to pouring herself a new mugful of bourbon.) You see, that’s what happens when it gets to closing time, genius. People stop coming. (She says in a patronising tone, taking another drink before she gives him an unimpressed look.) Actually, I would rather be alone than listen to you drivel on about the wonders of salad and healthy eating like some sad loser with nothing better to do with his life than eat lettuce. (She states, once again rolling her eyes before groaning with frustration.) I don’t gawk. I swear to God, you are so irritating. (She sighs, pressing her fingers to the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes, until she looks over at him again.) I’m not in the mood for going out. But, if you’re so desperate to stay in my wonderful company - I mean, I can’t blame you, you’re only human - you can turn the close sign on the door. Bourbon and I have a date, but you can third wheel, since I’m feeling generous.

[zachariah-zimmerman]

"I don't think I'll ever be int he mood for you," he muttered to himself, eyes rolling at her quick response. He just wanted to pay her back for leaving her the other day at some salad restaurant - even though it had gotten her out of spending time with the old people of the cafe. Brown eyes flickered towards the mug she pressed to her lips, a brow raised as she slams it onto the counter. At her string of words, he blinked for a moment before laughing heartily. "Charles is nothing more than my roommate, sweetheart." Letting out a breath of air, he rolls her eyes at her and decides not to say anything about the alcohol in the mug. "I'm sure it's been like this all day, anyways. Last time I was here there was, what, five people in here? Your poor aunt. I hope she doesn't rely on this place as her source of income." Eyes wandered around the little cafe, ignoring her tone and the look she was giving him. In fact, he was just ignoring her and he was kicking himself mentally for coming out here in the first place. "Ugh," he starts, groaning as he turned his attention back towards her. "It's called be in tune with your body, which you obviously wouldn't understand." Eyes looked over her and gave her a bit of smirk before shrugging his shoulders. "You're as equally irritating, sweetheart. I'm just giving you the same hard time you're giving me." Nodding his head, he raised a brow and watched her movements for a minute before turning away from her. Walking out the door, he turned left and crossed the street towards the liquor store. After a few minutes, he appeared right back at the little cafe and closed the door behind him. Turning the sign over to 'closed', he looked over at her and pulled out a bottle of patron and gentleman's jack. "If you're going to be drinking, sweetheart, you should do the good stuff." Placing the bottles onto the counter, he leaned his hand on here and gave her a bit of a smirk. "You're welcome. What're we drinkin' to?"