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Independent && Private JIMMY MORTIMER From Friday the 13th Penned by Alex

[daedfuck-blog]

—————  I  treated  her  right !!  I  treated  her  right !!  That’s  what’s  driving  me  so  crazy !!

[bloody-hands-veins]

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STARTER CALL; @decdfuck.

     why was the CAMP still open?  why was THIS happening?  she’ll have to put on yet another facade before she enacts her revenge yet again.  every year the camp is opened, she will slaughter more and more of them !!!  that’s what they deserve for FUCKING instead of doing their jobs of watching over the kids.  her baby had drowned here, her baby wanted the counselors dead, she could hear his voice at the back of her mind.  

  kill them mommy, kill them.  “not yet, my jason, my sweet sweet jason.” she murmurs under her breath, as if the deformed child was right beside her.  but he wasn’t, she was surely beginning to lose her damn mind.  putting on a fake smile, one that’s almost sickeningly sweet, she approaches the kid.  

     “you must be one of the new counselors, do you know the history of this place?”

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              arms   remained   folded   across   his   chest,   sullen   gaze   wandering   ‘round   the   camp.   he   didn’t   want   to   be   there,   he   didn’t   get   along   with   children   who   weren’t   his   family.   unable   to   help   the   small   JUMP   at   unexpected   voice   directed   at   him,   Jimmy   turned.   brow   furrowed   at   the   odd   woman   &&   her   question.   he   didn’t   recall   seeing   her   when   the   children   arrived.

‘  no   ma’am,   not   a   counselor.   my   brother   is,   he   made   me   come.   said   I   needed   to   get   out  of   the   house   more.  ’     shaking   his   head,   the   teenager   lowered   his   arms   to   shove   hands   into   pockets.     ‘  I’m   not   much   of   a   history   guy,  ’     a   pause.     ‘  why  ??   did   something   B A D   happen  ??  ’

[daedfuck-blog]

—————  I  treated  her  right !!  I  treated  her  right !!  That’s  what’s  driving  me  so  crazy !!

[sickthing-blog]

   ‘ you look so SMALL ’ steven called , feet dangling from the branch he sat on . he picked at the bark on the tree , letting it fall down towards the other with a giggle . ‘ so very small  …  or MAYBE i’m just a giant ! ’ 

@decdfuck

[daedfuck-blog]

                    unimpressed  look  was  given  in  return  as  bark  landed  at  his  feet.  ‘  because  you’re  in  a  tree  &&  I’m  not.  get  down,  kid.  before  you  fall  &&  break  something.  shouldn’t  your  parents  be  like,  supervising  you ??  ’

[daedfuck-blog]

“People are watching.”

@wheelerisms

              ‘  is  it  now  a  crime  for  a  guy  &&  girl  to  be  friends  without  dating  being  involved  ??  the  worst  that  will  happen  is  a  rumor  will  spread  that  I’m  gay,  not  the  first  time  that’s  happened.  although  it’s  not  ENTIRELY  wrong.  does  being  bisexual  count  as  being  gay,  or  does  it  only  count  if  dick  is  the  only  thing  for  you  ??  ’ 

[alciavikkander]

[eggoos-blog]

JIMMY (  decdfuck  )

               he  nods  &&  sits  back  in  the  chair.  ‘ do  you  like,  have  parents  or  a  sibling  I  can  call ??  Just  to  let  them  know  you’re  okay ?? ’

                 the spoon clatters on the floor loudly, earthen hues blown wide.  you remember BENNY.  you remember death.     “  no  ——  BAD.  ”

[daedfuck-blog]

              hands  raise  &&  a  nod  is  given.  ‘  OKAY,  no  calling.  ’  he  bends  over  to  get  the  spoon,  before  going  to  get  another.  ‘  I  guess  you  can  stay  here ??  we  have  a  spare  room .... some  of  my  moms  old  clothes  might  fit  you.  ’

[tnlip]

decdfuck:

               ‘ I  won’t !!  I  don’t  cause  much  trouble,  according  to  my  fr — ’  he  paused  before  he  could  say  the  word  friends,  figure  tensing  for  the  slightest  second  before  he  shook  his  head  &&  forced  a  smile.  ‘ is  there  anything  to  do  around  here  that  isn’t  going  to  church ?? ’

❝Well then, you’ll be fine,❞ Tulip grins, fishing a cigarette out of her pocket, followed by a lighter. ❝Nope,❞ she smirks, lighting the cigarette. ❝–––––––– Except get drunk. I’m Tulip.❞ She sticks out her hand.

[daedfuck-blog]

              smile  falters  only  slightly.  ‘  I  don’t  drink,  not  anymore.  so  I  guess  I’ll  be  pretty  bored  around  here.  ’  he  hadn’t  had  a  drop  of  alcohol  since  he  got  away  from  Crystal  Lake,  &&  he  doubted  he  would  again.  ‘  I’m  Jimmy,  it’s  nice  to  meet  you,  officially,  I’ve  seen  you  around  town  &&  up  at  the  church.  ’  he  replied,  returning  the  gesture  of  greeting. 

[pettywisear]

decdfuck.

                head  was  shook  in  a  frantic  manner.  ( HE  HAD  TO  BE  DREAMING  ;  WAKE  UP  JIMMY )  all  his  friends  were  dead,  his  parents  were  dead,  nothing  would  make  him  feel better,  especially  not  a  clown  that  looks  like  it  dragged  itself  out  of  HELL.  ‘ they  didn’t  hate  me !! ’  his  parents  had  loved  him,  hadn’t  they ??

‘     YA SURE,   JIMBO ?    pops told me a different story on his way down the drain.  told me you pissed the bed ‘til you were fourteen,  jimmy.  he wasn’t a   liar,   was he,  jimothy?    ’          the clown lay a lackadaisical hand to his face,  saddened by the discovery,  its greasepaint not altered by the soft mitten.          ‘    —pffffft,  not to worry,   jim-bob.  pops is doing his time with me now.   down the drain.  he’s floating,  jim.  you should come,  too!  we have cotton candy,  and balloons especially!  your dead– d-d-dad loves how they float,  jimmy.    ’

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              HEART  ONLY  CONTINUED  IT’S  RAPID  BEAT   —————   the  teen  feared  it  may  burst  through  his  ribs  &&  paint  the  clowns  face  crimson.  ‘  he  was  a  drunk  !!   a  drunken  liar  who  got  himself  &&  my  mom  killed  !!  ’  his  father  had  been  a  drunk,  but  he  had  loved  his  sons.  blunt  nails  clawed  slowly  at  the  fabric  of  his  torn  jeans  as  another  shake  of  his  head  was  given.  ‘  I  NEVER  LIKED  the  circus,  clowns  &&  their  balloons  especially ....  ’

[daedfuck-blog]

—————  I  treated  her  right !!  I  treated  her  right !!  That’s  what’s  driving  me  so  crazy !!

[yogkabob]

stress out? no. stress in. internalize that shit and tell no one.

[nobody-fuckin-nevermind-deactiv]

[hollandisthenetherlands]

Crispin Glover

Tom Robbins’ Even Cowgirls Get the Blues (1993)

Director: Gus Van Sant

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