DIDN’T YOU KNOW? EVEN A FLOWER CAN BE A CARNIVORE.
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@fawnled
DIDN’T YOU KNOW? EVEN A FLOWER CAN BE A CARNIVORE.
fandomless horror oc. nsfw. 18+ // written by jude
@fascistnerd
chill, max. she takes a deep breath, listening to her own advice. she can do this; she’s been practicing for what seems like ages, even in her free time at home. slowly she leans toward dwight, expression severe.
“okay, i can be on heals or dps -- or maybe both with my paladin. which class are you going in with?”
fascistnerd:
‘ assistant to the regional manager ’ nearly slips from his tongue out of pure reflex, but he bites it back with a tight - lipped scowl, blue eyes briefly scanning their newest temp. he wonders where she got the impression that he’d be given such a high title ( not that he was undeserving, simply unappreciated ) and exactly how quickly Michael would have corrected her, had she mentioned it in his presence. it’s not worth the worry, he decides, and quickly draws himself up to his full height, now towering over the young woman before him. ‘ that’s correct. ’ spoken candidly, as always ; professionalism ranks two tiers below loyalty in his book. a quick glance at his watch, a sigh, and then —– ‘ you’re here early. we haven’t finished preparing your desk yet, so … if you require a tour, i suppose now would be the time. ’
max realized only as he stood that she had expected someone shorter. that in itself didn’t make her nervous, but coupled with her own awkwardness and the pressure of entering a new workplace made her unable to meet his gaze as he stood over her.
she almost apologized for being early, but decided against it. seriously, max, who does that?
instead she nods, the corners of her lips tipping lightly upward. “a tour would be good,” she decides, forcing far more confidence than she feels and still falling a few notches short of where she’d hoped to be in terms of first impressions. “if you have time, i mean.”
@fameled
“rachel amber...”
the name escapes before max notices she’s spoken, and immediately her face burns as she realizes how strange it must have been as a greeting. it was hard not to know who she was immediately -- from daniel to evan, she seemed to be the perfect muse.
“sorry, some of my classmates... i’ve seen your photos. evan’s photos, i mean. they’re incredible.”
@fascistnerd
“mr. scott said i should come see you,” max begins, finding herself flustered as she realizes she forgot to introduce her self. “i’m -- my name is max. you’re the... assistant manager...?”
it’s a guess at best. she’d been told to find someone that the kind woman at the front assured her was the man with the glasses and the odd haircut, though she hadn’t personally described him that way. there was something... intimidating? ...about his expression as she’d approached. max isn’t sure that’s quite the word, but she can’t place her finger on the exact mood he gives off.
something about him immediatelly makes her think of samuel, which takes away some of her initial wariness.
UPDATE!! new url: fawnled. more importantly, CHANGES TO THE TRIGGERS SECTION of my rules page. i’ll reblog this a few times, but please take the time to look.
OOC. so it looks like i got some followers while i was absent from this blog. i’m not sure the best way to go about seeing who all is still active, interested, etc., so if you are an active RP BLOG and we are not yet mutuals, feel free to like this post and i will wander through some pages and look at some folks.
fearled:
she’s learning, growing more comfortable with thinking of him as an ally, rather than an authority figure. from the day they’d met, he’d seen a spark in her, but never once had he imagined the depths, the boundaries, she was willing to traverse ; her first admittance of longing to follow in his footsteps had caught him off guard, and initially, he’d passed it off as nothing more than a desperate effort to earn his trust. but now —– now he’s seen the truth. what she’s capable of. there’s no turning back for either of them.
‘ of course it does. how could you ever think otherwise? i’d told you from your very first assignment that you had a gift, Max. don’t try to make a liar out of me now. ’
a quiet breath of relief passes through her. he was right to have been skeptical in the beginning -- max would have said anything if it meant she wouldn’t be DISPOSED of. she hadn’t anticipated the fascination that would follow her own survival.
they shared something important, an o b s e s s i o n with their craft. max had never known the extent to which that obsession ran in her... until now.
all the more reason it mattered if she deserved to have won.
“good,” she whispers, barely more than a breath. “i mean -- thank you. i didn’t mean to say you’d lie... i just had to know.” maybe she could enjoy the trip more, knowing she had truly earned it.
@fearled
“mr. je...” max trails off. they aren’t at school. they aren’t even in the state. “mark...?” she tries, tentative and unable to look at him. she quickly covers it up with her question, hoping not to give him time to react. “would you have picked my photo anyway? i-i mean... does it... does it deserve to be here?”
OOC. so it looks like i got some followers while i was absent from this blog. i’m not sure the best way to go about seeing who all is still active, interested, etc., so if you are an active RP BLOG and we are not yet mutuals, feel free to like this post and i will wander through some pages and look at some folks.
independent MAX CAULFIELD from life is strange. written by jude.
i could frame any one of you in a dark corner and capture you in a moment of desperation. / selective, private & highly nsfw. by cole.
@capturesdeath
“... i don’t like this part,” she admits. it’s for the sake of something great, she knows, but it doesn’t ever sit right with her. she’d never say so to mark, but she’s more candid around nathan. she hates taking people to the dark room.
Reblog if your muse has had a near death experience.
me: i’m done with the rpc and its constant drama @deerled: makes her return me: hey fuckos guess who’s back
@fearframed
“don’t look,” max pleads under her breath. for all his talk about her gift, she knows her photography pales in comparison to his own. even so, a photo of victoria rests on the desk, waiting for his remarks.
UPDATE: hey all! i’ll be bringing this blog back soon, because i miss it, but with one major difference. i will be using the nightmare verse and protege verse as my main verses. i just find it interesting to look into the darker possibilities the game’s universe allows for, so that’s primarily what i’ll be writing.