danger and dread

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[obrienrapp]

[archiercwan-blog]

Things are been really busy out here. I’ve been swallowed by the demon of extra shifts and will be spat out tomorrow for my days off as a shadow of myself. That does mean that I’ll finally be able to get online for more than a minute to plot and interact with everyone. If you feel like it now, throw a message my way and we can work out connections until I pass out.

[archiercwan-blog]

txgans:

“Can’t! I hate that word. Can’t, can’t, can’t,” Tegan repeated like an eye rolling toddler mid tantrum. “Can’t is the verbal equivalent of a nasty fat sewer rat I want to drive my thumbs into. Don’t be upsetti, have some vermin confetti. Oh–… does it have to be confederate?” A question which stopped her idle fingers from frantically sewing another daisy into what appeared to be an endlessly growing chain in her tartan lap while she gave it a five second thought. “I’ll settle for Samara Morgan. She seems to know how to get things wet.”

           Archer was certain that punchy c-word from her lips just one more time would’ve ruined it for him. One of his favorite words stomped into the ground by a repetition, somehow making less sense to him now than the rest of her oh-so morbid imagery. A moments contemplation was much needed, eyes caught on her fingertips and the flowers she’d snatched the life from for a child’s craft. “Maybe if it was Sasha Grey crawling from my laptop screen, I wouldn’t be too mad.”

[archiercwan-blog]

txgans:

“Pretty kitty gang bang I love you,” Tegan punctuated her erratic ‘chitty chitty’ singalong with an audaciously loud smack of burst blue bubblegum as she gazed up at the lighthouse. “I’m going to fuck a confederate ghost tonight. Thoughts, sire?”

       “Physically you can’t---” The thought was cut short in favor of indulging the icy haired interruption in her ramblings rather than cutting the conversation short with factual information. If she dreamed of those supernatural and inaccurate fantasies, he’d let it be. “It got to be a confederate?”

[archiercwan-blog]

Hi everyone. I’m Georgia and I’m very excited to be here. This is my son, Archie. I’m going to leave a few things about him under the read more to give you an idea about what he’s like before I do some work on wanted connections and then go to bed a little early. Send a message my way if you have any connections or plots that he might work for.

Archie is a man of few words. This makes him an excellent listener, always paying close attention to what’s going on around him even if he seems generally apathetic.

He has twin younger sisters who are entirely overbearing whom he loves fiercely. Not matter how terribly they annoy him, he will always be the first to defend them. Really just saying this because he’ll probably mention them.

He was raised for the first part of his life in Seattle. Cue the pretentious indie music line.

Although he seems very stoic to those he’s meeting for the first time, he’s an eternally loyal friend and is probably known to crack a few jokes out of nowhere. Kind of an actions speak louder than words guy. It can probably be frustrating for some, but in general he isn’t closed off about how he’s feeling. It’s just hard for him to articulate at length without feeling awkward. Be prepared for plenty of cursing, I suppose.

I kind of have a picture of him being a facts guy on camera. His dream is to be the next Louis Theroux, but he has a passion for the science behind the supernatural despite having no scientific background at all.

[whattodowhenyouaredead]

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