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beth.

She merely nodded. She wasn’t fine, not by any means. But she was a l i v e. They we both alive and they were going to stay that way. She’d make sure of it. She grabs  his hand, setting off into a run. She won’t  lose him. She can’t. 

‘ i’m pretty sure I saw some old building up here. we can hide out in there for a while. ‘

      bobby sighs, it’s soft and he can barely hear it.       & once she takes his hand he follows after her       as close as he can, eyes & ears keen and waiting       for any danger to come about. he’d seen the building       too, he wanted to say something but they were being       chased and he didn’t want to risk it.

          ❛ alright, hopefully it’s clear, yeah? ❜

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lawrence.

        Now, if Dagen was something more than just a fucking         liar, if he wasn’t such a hypocrite, then his words could         have meant something. But none of these brave victims        —— survivors, deserved to share their stories with him.         He could only pretend to understand, but he didn’t. 

                The doctor only smiles, quite mocking, and                 then he nods his head lightly, with his cane                 in a tight grip. “I believe most of you get the                 idea of what have occurred. No need to get                 into details.”

      there’s guilt deep inside of him, it started when the meetings began. it       was all a ploy, he needed cash and this seemed like it would work; he       didn’t think of the repercussions. he didn’t think of the actual survivors,       of the people who had gone through jigsaw traps, really and survived. &       as he listened to each one of their stories the guilt grew larger and larger.       listening to all of the pain and suffering they’d gone through, sure, bobby       dagen was a pathological liar at this point, but he wasn’t a sociopath; he       knew what he was doing and it bore weight on his shoulders.

           & he also knew that if anyone was actually onto            his lies, it was probably dr. gordon. ❛ i don’t ask            them to, they share what they’re comfortable with            and i encourage them. sometimes, talking helps. ❜

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addy.

     addison hears the name, and it throws her off guard; should she be looking for someone else as well? hell, she hadn’t even been looking for him but here he was all injured and she wasn’t sure if it was from z’s or some other kind of monster. despite the urge to make herself seem less threatening, she gripped the z-whacker harshly. this man was broken down, but she was not about to immolate herself to become anyone’s warmth.        “my name is addy,” she broke the silence as she cautiously moved forward towards him. the blood on his shirt increasingly looked like his own. “are you infected?”

      HE LEANS FORWARD, nearing the stranger & almost       willing himself to collapse. but he doesn’t, he knows he       needs to calm down & COMMUNICATE but words do       not come to mind; just thoughts of joyce. & he’s almost       holding his hand out, too, for what he can’t quite figure       out himself.             - a deep breath, IN & OUT and he’s       calming down a bit, straightening his posture and trying       to even out his breaths.

            brows knit together at her question. infected? no               - not that he could remember. he watches her grip             hold of her   ... bat? tighter, too, & he responds by             holding up his hands, palm-out.

          ❛       - ‘m bobby. ❜ there’s pain in his chest, horrible pain.                                                  ❛ no, i’m not. i’m not infected. ❜

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                                           from now on, i work alone.

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HEATHER DUKE.

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                                            NO DISCERNIBLE PERSONALITY, BUT HER MOM DID PAY FOR IMPLANTS. 

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single dad and his daughter’s kindergarten teacher.

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       Sometimes death seems better                      than the migraine in my head

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will you all be angels and please do the thing to help a sista out?

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amanda.

             “ you have no fucking idea what any of them have been                 through. you think this is an opportunity to help people,                 but no, it’s nothing but you getting off on the fame. how                 do you think they would feel knowing you’ve never been                 tested? huh? how the fuck would they feel? “

      ❛ no, i don’t, we’ve already established that. i’m not       GETTING OFF on anything. sure, i like the attention       && in the beginning i was only in it for the fame. but       NOW? now i want to help these people. i can’t even       begin to imagine how they’d feel. HEARTBROKEN?       ANGRY? i’d be pissed off, but i think i’ve really helped       some of these people. ❜

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lawrence.

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         “I’ll pass. Thank you. And in all             honesty, I can’t imgaine how this             is supposed to help us move along             with our lives.”

     ❛ I would love to hear from you during one of these meetings,      if you wouldn’t mind. I’d just like to help people talk about what’s      happened to them. Talking always seemed to help me when I      was young   - helped me get past things. It’s not for everyone,      but it seems to be helping the few that do come every week.  ❜

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right now she was on her way to get veronica, which chandler demanded her and mcnamara to haul into the cafe asap. struggling to get past everyone, heather had a disgusted look on her face. most smart students in the hallway would step aside as soon as they saw the heathers. now - no one is getting out of her damn way && would you look at that: someone just knocked right into her. 

            ❝ can you watch where you’re going, jackass? ❞

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      he wants to sigh and roll his eyes, he really does. insults       didn’t bother him because he didn’t come by them too often.       on rare occasion, walking down the hall like he had been,       where one of the jocks would call out some slur. bobby would       ignore them, though, because why give them the time of day?       & some wouldn’t even call jackass an insult. so instead of       doing anything stupid, he instead kneels down and picks up       the dropped books; holding on to his and handing the others       over to her.

           ❛ right.   -- here. ❜

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beth.

‘ hey, it’s okay. ‘

She speaks quietly, gently. She knows he’s afraid, she’s afraid too. But they made it. Both of them.

‘ can you keep runnin’?’

   ❛  yeah, i’m fine. are you okay? ❜ he feels as though    he’s been in worse situations, and certainly she has    too, but no matter what there’s always going to be a    pounding nervousness in his chest. & he only nods.

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amanda.

            “ sorry means fucking nothing. you took                advantage, not an opportunity. your                second chance is a goddamn mockery.                you’re a fucking mockery. “

   ❛ i  took   ADVANTAGE   of  an  opportunity.  i  can’t    respect what the jigsaw killer does but i acknowledge    what he does and i’m trying to help people MOVE ON.     call me a mockery all you’d like but i’ve helped people    GET OVER what he’s put them through. ❜