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[livia-myers]

@dcrkartist

“Hey,” Liv stated, coffee in hand as she was nearly about to walk out of the small cafe but happened to catch a glimpse of familiar dark green hair. She separated herself from the crowd, walking towards the girl “You’re the weird girl” She commented, though it was more of a compliment than an insult and she hoped the girl would understand that “Glad to see you made it out alive”

[dcrkartist]

        raising an eyebrow, anne sighed. “the weird girl? at least try to be original.” in reality, she liked it. her family were so boring, too RICH to know how to live life on the wild side; whilst they were comfortable, annabeth went out of her way to make everything difficult for herself because she was addicted to the THRILL. chuckling at the other, she crossed her arms. “when i said i wanted drama i didn’t QUITE mean that.” however much she protested externally, the young woman was pleased with it as it had managed to give her some inspiration. “you too. can’t say i’m surprised. they don’t call them ‘serial’ for nothing, you know. honestly, people in this town are just a little dim, the council and police department included.

[dcrkartist]

livia-myers:

“Deercreek, come for the burgers, stay because you can’t leave because you died” a huff of laughter escaped her as her hand reached up to brush loose curls away from her face. She didn’t mind the company of the green haired girl- she seemed to get it, the macabre sense of humour that Liv had. She probably grew up here, understood that in order to survive it you had to make it a joke “It’s bound to be a shit show- if someone doesn’t end up having some sort of mental break by the end of the night I’m going to be hella disappointed, honestly”

    annabeth couldn’t have known about what was going to happen a couple of hours for now and the terror it would reinforce in the town. however, she was the type to watch from the sidelines rather than getting herself involved. laughing at the other’s wicked sense of humour, the younger woman nodded. “I, tell me about it. i’m HERE for the drama and if someone doesn’t deliver, i’m going to have to make it myself. that’s too much effort to be WASTED on these idiots.” she had little regard for the residents. annabeth didn’t want to belong here, she hoped to leave when she finished college; there were more exciting things out there than living in the luxury of her parents’ home. 

[dcrkartist]

livia-myers:

Liv shrugged slightly, the indifference written on her face “Population control isn’t always a bad thing” She muttered, taking the piss out of the situation “Honestly, I’m only here for the shit show that’s going to happen. Deercreek has been so boring the past couple of years, this has gotta end terribly, you know?

         “oh, shit.” annabeth couldn’t stop herself from laughing at the other. it seemed that they both had the same dark and twisted humour that got them through the days in deercreek. “i was saying the exact same thing but people looked at me like i was the one that did it. killers waste their time, i don’t. i just enjoy the view. it’s a boring shit hole where people like to shove sticks up their ass.” her parents were extremely wealthy, people wouldn’t have guessed that from the attire she wore; annabeth was all about denouncing wealth and living life on the wild side. “pretty sure the fireworks will come later, both literally and metaphorically.”

[dcrkartist]

jcsvph:

❝yeah?❞ there was almost a sound of disbelief in his question, as if he wasn’t sure he heard her initial statement right. especially the last bit. he even adjusted his hearing aid up in case they were the problem, but once she spoke again he was confirmed in his assumption of the words. if there was one thing he hadn’t accounted for, it was the teenagers who think this was a narrative for them to experience and not an atrocity like it was. ❝i’ll have to agree with you there, but it is a nice surprise. ❞ that was the answer he had been told to say, as if her politically correct statement wasn’t all lies. the truth was he agreed with every fiber of his being, but he also has to pretend to notice the pros. it was a distraction. going with the theme of distraction, the male looked down at the younger one and continued the conversation in a different direction in case someone overheard. ❝what all have you been able to do today, miss? besides enjoying the views?❞

       it was something that annabeth had always tried to do, make herself stand out from the crowd by making herself DIFFERENT but as time went on, it was getting out of hand. her parents were never bothered about what she did and she always had too much freedom; she was always out to make a STATEMENT, no matter how irrelevant it was to other people. deercreek seemed to be a boring town up until the murders commenced and annabeth was hoping to draw up some sort of inspiration for her artistic development. “oh, i’ve just walked around mostly.” the young woman nodded as she folded her amrs. “there are so many more fireworks to come. like, the mayor is apparently doing her speech which i think is pretty pathetic but it’s drama. people are so boring here. a randomer tried to tell me that they liked my hair. what gave them to impression that i wanted to talk to them.” despite being independent, it was clear that the girl was very immature when it came to her thinking. she had never learnt to difference between right or wrong statements; sometimes, she would have been better to stay SILENT.

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livia-myers:

“I got out of this shithole and somehow managed to find myself back just in time for this bullshit” She took another drag off the slender cigarette, the smoke blowing out and over full lips before she allowed them to purse disapprovingly  “I heard the mayor is going to be speaking at the vigil tonight- I bet that’s going to be a fucking trainwreck- it’s like watching a reality show, honestly”

      “front row seats.” annabeth did secretly enjoy it; stressful situations often proved difficult for most and she was a psychologist after an artist. folding her arms, the younger woman raised her eyebrows. “you’re SHITTING me, right? it’s more like a bad soap opera, who writes this shit.” little did she know that she herself would be written into the story soon enough. deercreek was getting interesting, something she had wished for for a long time but this was odd. “whose bright idea was that? god, i feel sorry for that dead kid. his family look like absolute dicks, not that i really have an interest in forming a detailed opinion on them. giving a speech is literally like shitting on his grave, or what’s left of his body.” again, annabeth couldn’t help herself from getting dark too quickly. she was the type of artist that was drawn to darkness and had no problem exploring it.

[jcsvph-blog]

when joseph returned home and gotten into this routine, he forgot the little things about this town. about the people, the places, and especially this annual fair. the only reason he remembered was that he was assigned to work it. and when he was, he nearly rolled his eyes. it was really tacky; joe would argue that rebranding it would only be worse. sure, maybe it could be a comfort, but a thing like this would be the perfect target and it would be his job to make it less of one. and he wasn’t sure he could. walking around the faire, the officer took to the corner of the grounds and watched as people went by. ❝ hello. how’s it going? ❞ he gave a nod to the nearest passerby with a small smile. ❝ having fun? ❞

[dcrkartist]

      the entire situation had the town on edge and annabeth was going to be the one to OBSERVE it. there was so much bullshit in deercreek to call out but she figured that she’d enjoy it for now. nothing about this was natural and the desperation from the council to brainwash the residents astounded her. the event wasn’t going to make the green-haired woman forget about them, it was only going to increase her interest. “oh, yeah. BAGS of fun. seeing people shitting themselves as they try to be politically correct is very entertaining. it’s like a plot line from a bad scary movie. too bad everyone dies in the end.” perhaps the last part had been a little bleak but annabeth couldn’t help herself. “i’m surprised that this shit went ahead. if it’s one thing deercreek is known for, it’s the element of SURPRISE.”

[livia-myers]

“This town is so fucked” Liv spoke to herself more than whoever was planted next to her, a cigarette being brought to her lips as she watched the hustle of the event a safe distance away from the crowd

[dcrkartist]

          deercreek had always been a horrible town but now the council had taken it to a whole new level. annabeth was one of those few to be INTERESTED in it rather than disgusted. she wasn’t a big fan of these ‘preppy’ events but it was always good for people watching. “tell me about it. i’m surprised that my parents haven’t decided to go elsewhere. still, makes a great narrative. a boy was murdered and the entire town is celebrating it, including his own family.” the young woman relished in this setting as she was rather apathetic and liked to watch people worry.