garrett ghostface teller

24 YEAR OLD TROUBLE MAKER AND RISK TAKER. PULLER OF PRANKS AND MASTER OF MISCHIEF. EAGER TO TEASE NEVER TO PLEASE. NOT ONE TO BE MESSED WITH. Garrett "Ghostface" Teller is a misfit. He's no one's favorite person and he doesn't aim to be. He's always been on his own and he looks out for himself. He doesn't expect anyone to give a shit about him so why should he give a shit about anyone else. Anyone who has ever gotten too close has not escaped unscathed. Garrett often leaves a mark.

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pennweiss

“Don’t thank me yet, buddy. You can thank me when we actually get results.” As confident as he was in all things, the fear that Ellen Ripley inspired in all human beings was a feeling that even Penn was not entirely immune to. But for the sake of both his friend and his ego, he would do the best he could. Even so, he was all too happy to set aside talk of Ripley for the moment, and instead rib his buddy over his love life – or lack thereof.

For the briefest moment, Penn wondered if he’d possibly found a crack in Garrett’s armour, but the thought was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “I couldn’t agree more, friendo,” he replied, grinning widely. Since he was technically off the clock, he stretched himself out as long as he possibly could, putting his legs up on one of the desks alongside where he and Garrett were sitting. “Besides, what about you and Samara? Is that still a thing, or am I out of touch with the time again?”

Flirting with Sidney was never serious, always just a fun activity to partake in now and then when he wanted to get on her nerves. He was attracted to her, but for the most part it was in an entirely superficial way. Samara was a different case altogether. She was attractive, but there was something more to the way she made him feel. He ignored it most of the time, the little nagging feeling he had to get just a bit closer or the little voice at the back of his mind telling him to tuck the hair behind her ear or touch her face.

She was a nice girl who deserved better and that was the end of it, really. He shrugged indifferently and folded his arms across his chest. “She’s kind to me. A good friend.” He didn’t have many of those. Didn’t want to risk losing the only one he had. “Not much more too it then that,” he lied. Something that came all to easy to him.  

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Ashley guffawed, his eyes wide as they glared back at Garrett. ❝I have N E V E R been to the next town! We’re in for a wild time!!❞ His foot hit the gas, Linda the Oldsmobile shooting forward in a heavy lunge, dark exhaust discharging from the pipe. He turned onto another street, this one leading to the highway. ❝We’ll make our own fun, hombre. Whatever comes our way!❞ 

A sharp turn and they were now on the highway. A car behind him honked loudly and he flipped them off in response. Classy diplomacy only Ashley J. Williams could provide. ❝Get bitten!❞ He pressed harder on the gas, their speed limit now well over 50. They could get pulled over for all he cared; he was free and running wild. 

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Garrett grinned with excitement, laughing joyously as they raced along the dirt road. He stuck his face out the window and closed his eyes as the wind ruffled his hair. There was something freeing about the feeling of barreling recklessly into the unknown. He only hoped that whatever they discovered just over yonder didn’t disappoint him.

He leaned back in his seat and eyed Ash who was sporting a wicked grin with eyes on the open road before them. Oh, they’d make their own fun alright. And if all went well it wouldn’t be the last time they’d hear from Ghostface.

The sound of the Ramones coming from the radio caught Garrett’s attention. He eagerly leaned forward in his seat and cranked the volume knob upward until he couldn’t hear himself think anymore. “Hope you don’t mind a little music!” he shouted over Blitzkrieg Bop. He began to drum his fingers on the dashboard to the rhythm of the song, bobbing his head in time.  

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pennweiss

“Now, now, now, wait a minute,” Penn interjected. “Just wait a minute, here.” He knew exactly was Garrett was doing, and yet. “I am all of those things, let’s get that straight here and now. I could sell ice to a freakin’ polar bear. I’m merely addressing the fact that Ripley is a downright frightening woman, to most. But your good buddy Penny here is scared of nothing and no one.”

He knew he was going to regret this, of that he had no doubt. But Garrett had called his ego into question, of all things, and now he had a point to prove. “It’ll take a great deal more effort for me to try and talk her into going easy on you, friendo. Emphasis on the word try here. I can’t make any promises, but I will talk to her about it. If anything, convincing her to lighten up on you will be easier than, say, talking Sidney into going on a date with you, am I right?”

Garrett grinned with satisfaction. This is exactly what he had hoped for. “Thanks, Penn, really.” Even if Ripley was just a bit easier on him, it could help. Garrett was convinced she had decided exactly what she thought about him and that her opinion could not be swayed, but if anyone could, it was Penn.

His smile faltered at the crack about Sidney. Garrett wasn’t necessarily trying to get into bed with her, but she most certainly wasn’t unattractive. And if one thing was to lead to another during a tutoring session...? He definitely wouldn’t mind. “Hey, she’s the one who’s missing out,” he said with a shrug, all false confidence. Garrett was pretty positive Sid had little to no interest in being anything other than his tutor.

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luminiousnoire

“Oh  that’s cool, what are you studying?” He seemed pretty relived to be free, and she didn’t blame him.. it could be grueling, and the ones with areal sense of identity usually don’t fit in some areas, like her in some way. She studied, and thought upon this for a few moment. 

He was familiar, she saw his face once in a crowd, she was sure of it. But other than that, she wasn’t certain if he remembered her, but anyhow it was nice talking to him, in the foreseeable future she would consider him a face she was glad to see.

“No, I haven’t I don’t really get around too much here, I guess.” She felt a pang of rejection, and tried to present herself as less awkward then she seemed. Tucking some hair behind her ear, she smiled as him briefly. “Yeah, I get that, I’m just finishing up my English degree, after that…. who knows.”

“Don’t sweat it, princess,” he reassured her, his smile kind, though there was a bit of an edge to it. “A smart girl like you is probably busying herself with more important things than hitting the town with all of those superficial socialites.”

Us outcasts have to stick together don’t we? His own words echoed in his head and his smile widened as he leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice as if he were sharing a secret. “A bunch of fakes, really. Trying to be something they aren’t to please others. But us two,” he gestured between them with his index finger. “We know exactly who we are, don’t we?” He stood up a little straighter, his voice returning to its normal volume. “Besides, you wanna see the town? Get to know the place a bit better? ‘Get around’ as you put it? I can help with that. I know this town like the back of my hand. Take you anywhere you wanna go.”

Garrett stuffed his hands in his pockets, smiling a cat like grin at Rebecca. She was innocent, that was plain enough. But he bet she had a bit of a darker side that not too many people got to see. He’d bring it out in her, that he was sure of. 

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Huh. Well, this actually worked well. A protector was better than a leech. They bit their lip, offering a shaky smile. “You promise you’ll help me?” They touched their cheek lightly, blinking quickly. “Thank you…” They tilted their head, letting blond curls spill over their shoulder, and the smile was real, in a way, but not unconscious.

If he could be used. If he got attached. That was the best possible situation. It was always the dangerous ones who were the best to have on their side. The dangerous ones would go farther than the kind people who were easier to use, but less helpful the less legal the desired favors became. This guy didn’t seem like he’d mind.

They placed a hand over his, meeting his eyes, looking up at him with the nervous hope that they’d perfected as a child. Vulnerability was key for this kind of conversation. “When the teacher comes, please don’t tell her about the assignment… I don’t want any of our other classmates to know. I trust you, though.”

For some reason, when Eli’s hand made contact with Garrett’s, he winced slightly. Only slightly, not too noticeably, he hoped. People didn’t touch him all that often, and when they did, it wasn’t as a gesture of fondness of appreciation. He smiled slightly before pulling his hand away, eye’s narrowing slightly as he tried to study Eli’s facial expression. “Sure, kid. Lips are sealed,” he assured them with a slight nod, settling into his seat as their professor entered the classroom.

Garrett spent the rest of the afternoons studying the back of Eli’s head. What was going on in their exactly? He knew they weren’t as innocent as they pretended to be, but what were they playing at? This had started off for Garrett as nothing more than a little fun. Now he didn’t know what to make of it. He smiled to himself in spite of his uncertainty. One thing he was certain of: this would most definitely be interesting.  

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❝Whoa whoa❞, Ash started as he rubbed the dashboard tenderly. ❝Don’t talk to Linda that way. Shhhh, don’t listen to him, baby.❞ He kissed the hard dash and turned his dark eyes back to Garret. ❝You ready to go?❞

The key turned into the ignition and he started to put his car into reverse, not wanting to have to turn it around. His eyes focused on the dirt path behind the car as he was careful not to wind off the straight line. Once the car was cleared, he backed it up one more time before driving it forward.

❝Whoo! Gary and Ash, going to stir up mayhem in the next town!!❞ He shook his prosthetic in excitement, those black eyes sparkling with his brand mischief.

Garrett couldn’t help but laugh at the image of Ash lovingly caressing the dashboard as he gave it a tender kiss. “You know, I have a feeling you’d make love to this hunk of metal if only you could,” he joked as he leaned back in his seat. He rolled down the window and closed his eyes for a moment, the Autumn breeze feeling nice on his face.

“You ever visit the next town over before?” Garrett then asked, turning his head to look at Ash. “Hopefully there’s something to do.” A mischievous smile colored his features. “Or else we might have to make our own fun.”

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They bit their lip, taking a deep breath. Okay. They could work with this. This wasn’t a setback at all.

They turned in their seat, eyes wide, biting at their lower lip softly, tugging at the ends of their hair. “You’d want to stick together with me? Even if I can’t help you, like, at all?” Act stupid, act useless, act weak and he won’t think you’re worth the effort. “Cause you know, I think I might have flunked the assignment anyway, I didn’t know the density thingy… And then with the calculations, I couldn’t remember the order to do them in, and I… I’m just so embarrassed over what a bad job I did, I didn’t want anyone to see…” They ducked their head, cheeks red. “Will you really help me…?”

He wouldn’t. They knew he wouldn’t want to put effort into a dumb straggler bimbo. Playing the helpless, playing the child, that was easy, and it always made people underestimate them. Overlook them.

They just had to hope it worked…

This was an interesting change... They had seemed so confident earlier. And now all of a sudden they were admitting their insecurities, their failure because Garrett had made a few biting remarks? It all seemed a little too easy. Either they truly were weak and pathetic or they were putting on an act, much like Garrett was. Either way, this was something worth investigating further. 

“It may be difficult,”  Garrett lamented. “After all, you’re pretty hopeless when it comes to this stuff it seems. But that’s alright, if we fail, at least we fail together right?” he reasoned with a wink.

If Eli really was as useless as they’d like Garrett to believe, an outcast as he was, then having someone on his side was never a bad thing. And if they were playing at some game to get rid off him or put him off, then all the more fun to continue picking at scabs until he was able to discover what really made them tick. “Don’t worry kid,” he assured them, a twisted smile tugging up at the corners of his mouth as he leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. “I’ve got your back.”

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pennweiss

Penn all but snorted at Garrett’s quip. “Wouldn’t put it past her,” he admitted. “That, or she knows you’re gonna do that thing that you do to try and get her to give you a better mark, and that’s why she’s avoiding you.” He snickered. “Think she mentioned being late for something when I saw her earlier? Meh, whatever.” He shrugged off the thought of Sidney for the moment.

At Garrett’s request, Penn burst out into high, giddy laughter, that lasted only a few seconds before his expression settled again. “Look, if this were any other professor at this college we were talking about, I could hook you up like that, brother,” he replied, snapping his fingers for extra emphasis. “But you can’t pull the wool over Ripley’s eyes. She’d turn me inside out for even trying it. Doesn’t help that you’re not exactly in her good books right now, bud. But then again, name me five people you are in the good books of; excluding yours truly.”

“Oh come on now, Penn! There isn’t anything you can do?” Garrett wouldn’t ever admit it, but he was getting kind of desperate here. If he had to rot for one more year in this prison he’d probably off himself before he could keel over due to sheer boredom. Ripley didn’t like him. Never had. Her class could cost him his sweet sweet freedom and Garrett needed to figure out some way to turn things around with her. 

Garrett crossed his arms and sighed dramatically. “And here I thought you were the king of charisma, the patron saint of charm!” He shook his head, clicking his tongue in disappointment. “I guess I really am on my own then.” 

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poltergeist punk: A Playlist for Garrett “Ghostface” Teller

1. basket case - green day 2. joyriding - frank iero & the cellebration 3. my own worst enemy - lit 4. bad kids - the black lips 5. inside out - eve 6  6. brain stew - green day 7. demons - imagine dragons 8. flaws (live acoustic version) - bastille 9. creep - radiohead 10. goner- twenty one pilots 

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25/100 photos of Jackson Rathbone

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Tucking his hands into his pockets and cocking his head to the side, he flashed a grin at Garret. ❝No business. Just thought it’d be cool to do something’ different.❞ After a while, doing nothing but guzzling beer and smoking blunts gets old. He needed a new rush of excitement to break him out of the same old routine. 

And he knew that Ghostface would be one to sympathize with this notion. A hand lifted up to ruffle through his hair as he kicked a foot into the dirt. Dramatically, he removed his hand from his head, gesturing it out to the air. ❝But I mean…If you’re too busy being chased around town by Ol’ Freddy…❞ Ash chuckled at the inside knowledge he had that Garret had broken into Krueger’s home recently and taken a few things. ❝…I don’t mind going by myself.❞

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Garrett’s mouth formed a hard line before he broke into an easy smile. “No clue what you’re talking about, pal,” he shrugged, though there was a bit of an edge to his voice. He had been halfway convinced he had gotten away with that one. He guessed he must have cut corners somewhere, left some sort of evidence behind. Or someone may have just assumed it was him. There weren’t many breakouts in Chicanery and when there were...

“Let’s get movin’.”Garrett jogged over to the car, opening the passenger side and crawling in. “Heard this old hunk o’ junk broke down on you the other night.” Garrett didn’t give much of a shit about cars, but he knew Ash loved this hunk of metal and he leaned forward in his seat to pet the dash, feigning sympathy. “Poor old thing,” he sighed dramatically. “She on her way out?” 

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pennweiss

A smirk started to tug on the corner of Penn’s mouth the moment the younger man appeared in the doorway. There was never a dull moment when Garrett Teller was involved. “Hate to break it to you, but it looks like you got stood up, kid,” he told him. “Fear not, though; as your luck would have it, your good friend Penn is here to be a slightly less attractive stand-in for the Sidster.” He couldn’t even say that with a straight face, and laughed briefly yet loudly. “Jokes, I’m definitely hotter than her. Whaddya need, Ghostie?”

Garrett cracked a smile at Penn’s joke. His opinions on where they ranked when it came to attractiveness aside, Garrett did greatly enjoy Penn’s company. “She was proofreading something for me and I was supposed to get it back from her. Guess it was so terrible she couldn’t bare to see me.”

The young man crossed the room and sat down at an empty desk, making himself comfortable. “I have been meaning to talk to you though,” he admitted. “It’s about Ripley. She won’t cut me a break.” He tried to gauge Penn’s reaction as he continued. “I just wish there was something I could... do about it. Thought maybe you might have some ideas. Seeing as you’re closer to her then I am anyway.”  

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They bit their lip, hard, reminding themself that lashing out would negate the purpose of getting this asshole to go away. So he’d think they weren’t special. That just meant he’d leave them alone, which was their goal in the first place. Why would they let the insult get under their skin? What would the point of that be?

Still, he was getting on their nerves.

“Yes,” they said softly. “This class is very difficult for everyone in it. You aren’t going to pass by cheating, especially not off me, since I only got in on a chance, because one kid dropped the course. I’m drowning here, you should find someone else to help you.”

Maybe that would work…

“Oh, now don’t be so hard on yourself. You seem like the type that works very hard to be here with the rest of ‘em. To be on the same level as the smart kids. See that’s something I can’t see for myself. I’m drastically far behind, and what do I do? I look to others to do the work for me. And here you are, in the same predicament, woefully behind all of these smart kids, here by chance. And you’re working your hardest to be even anywhere on the same level as some of these kids.” 

A twisted grin Garrett couldn’t hide if he tried began to stretch across his face. It was cruel, really, though he got a sick sort of satisfaction out of watching someone squirm. “It’s admirable really. How hard you try.” He leaned up on his desk, chin resting in his hand as he stared at the back of Eli’s head. “Us underdogs, we ought to stick together. Us stragglers. How else are we ever gonna catch up?”   

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luminiousnoire

Rebecca returned the shake, her hand looked minuscule compared to his. “Yeah, I’m 20, but i’ll be out next year I guess, how old are you.. if you don’t mind me asking?” He didn’t look to be late 20′s, but who knows.. there are lots of people who do late entry, he could be one of them

“Just Rebecca, I never like Becky, or Becca.” She laughed a little, and felt some glee come back, her eyes shined in humour as he attempted to observe her, he seemed like a curious soul.. she was intrigued by this. No, she may not belong tot he popular girls, she never has to be honest, she liked being alone… but maybe the all girls atmosphere at her old boarding school meant that she liked being aloof, a lot of female company can be vexing… you get attached very easily.

“I’ve never seen you around before, what do you study here?”

“24,” he answered easily, though he was surprised Rebecca was only 20. He had thought she was at least a year or too older than that. He supposed it didn’t matter all that much. “This’ll be my last year here at the college,” he added. And boy was he glad.

Garrett noticed Rebecca seemed to take some pleasure in being noticed, her expression changing as his eyes studied her form. No reason why she shouldn’t be. There wasn’t anything wrong with enjoying being looked at. It was never something Garrett particularly cared about, which was evident enough when taking his messy hair and wardrobe into account. But a pretty girl like her? No surprise really.

“You haven’t?” he asked, somewhat surprised. Garrett had a bit of a reputation around town. Most people recognized him, even if they didn’t know him. This was interesting. Someone who had no preconceived notions based on his not so stellar reputation. “Well, honestly, I’m just trying to graduate at this point. I have no real plans after I get outta this hell hole. But I’m working on my Associate of Arts degree,” he answered with an indifferent shrug. “And you?”

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They raised an eyebrow, jotting down the equation on the board. “It’s Econ, you complete imbecile. How did you even get into this class?” they muttered under their breath. He couldn’t be as stuas he pretended to be, right? If he was, he wouldn’t be here. At the same time, his act was very convincing. They grinned, adding a nonsensical line of random numbers, letters, and symbols to their notes, circling it twice and putting two exclamation points to the side. That should scare him a bit.

What Garrett rarely told people was that he was actually pretty smart. He was pretty damned lazy, but he wasn’t stupid. He also rarely told people that he had already taken this class once before. So he wasn’t as clueless as he pretended to be. But if feigning stupidity got a reaction out of someone then he was all for it. He very much enjoyed the game. 

“This class is difficult to get into?” he asked, feigning surprise, scratching his head. “If that’s the case someone must have fucked up pretty royally,” he said, fighting back the urge to smirk. He leaned back easily in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk in front of him. “Here I was, thinking you were some kind of brainiac, when really, everyone in this class is just as smart if not smarter than you. My mistake, I sincerely apologize.”  

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luminiousnoire

Rebecca nearly laughed, but was slightly on edge about him.. he seemed troublesome.. but he doesn’t show signs of being a real threat. “I just don’t get people asking me these things often, and I only have like two friends at the most, so I think you must be mistake.” There was neither any malice, nor promise to oblige him if he would be rude, but she hoped he wouldn’t.

She took his hand with a feeling she couldn’t explain.. he was hard to decipher. Her eyes scanned his handsome face rapidly for information she could gather, nothing. “We could be you know, I just don’t really do well with other people my age, I guess.” She was truthful, she got along with people, but.. never felt any inclination to become friends with them, out of pre-disposed habit she guessed.

             “Nice to meet you, Garrett…. I’m Rebecca.”

Garrett took her hand and gave her a firm shake, holding her hand in his for perhaps a second to long before letting go. “Well I guess I’m lucky then, seeing as I’m not your age. At least I highly doubt it.” Garrett was older than most of the graduates in this year’s class due to the fact that he had been held back a few years.  It wasn’t something that bothered him all that much, though he was grateful that it was looking like this year would be his last.

“Rebecca,” he said with a smile. “Do you go by Rebecca or do you have a nickname? Are you a Becky or Becca?” He asked curiously, crossing his arms as he looked her up and down, studying her features. She was a pretty girl. Garrett genuinely thought so. She was that sort of conventionally attractive person who you would see hanging around the halls with a gaggle of other girls her age. The fact that she wasn’t ‘one of them’ was intriguing to Garrett. Anyone on the fringe, on the outside looking in, was someone he identified with in some way or another. They were also the people who were usually willing to give him the time of day.