paranoid

Holly Parker. 27 bipolar Camp Morningstar Counsellor

[hollysparker]

westleythacker‌:

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, Westley nodding the agreement that they needed to catch whoever was torturing them soon.  “What have you been up to lately?”

Holly shook her head. “Just... getting by, I guess.” She hadn’t really been doing a lot, she’d been a bit down. “A bit of work but other than that... not a lot.” She chuckled, trying to hide how silly she felt about her life. She knew the job she had now wouldn’t last long. She still could hardly hold them down. Maybe her mother had been right. “What about you?”

[hollysparker]

ffsbopark‌:

“Hmm. We could have a movie night? Snacks and get a little drunk?” she suggested, shrugging.

“Ugh, that sounds perfect to me.” Holly smiled at her sister, nodding animatedly.

[xdemondrinker-a]

[hollysparker]

ffsbopark‌:

“Do you wanna do anything together tonight? Just you and me?” she asked, smiling softly.

“Sure.” Holly nodded, smiling as she thought that would be nice. “Anything in mind?”

[lostiwasborn-deactivated2026020]

[hollysparker]

ffsbopark‌:

“Took a walk, and then just hung out with Wes most of the day.”

“Sounds like an alright day to me.” Sometimes she felt a bit like the third wheel but she wouldn’t say so.

[hollysparker]

westleythacker‌:

In a way, Westley related to Holly.  His PTSD wasn’t anything like her condition, but he knew how it felt to not be in control of your thoughts.  “I know what you mean,” he nodded.  “Everything was so peaceful here, and now it’s like everyone’s scared to go outside.  When they catch that asshole, I want to take a swing or two at him.”

Holly nodded, looking around them. “Yeah. That poor kid.” Even though she’d pretty much gone through Holly’s stuff and invaded her privacy... it’s not like she wanted her to end up dead like that. “Hopefully they will soon.”

[franceskray]

[hollysparker]

westleythacker‌:

“That’s the spirit,” he nodded, reaching into the cooler to offer her a beer.  “Yeah, everything’s good.”  And everything was, other than the apparent murderer sending out mass text messages to the entire camp.  “What about you?  You okay?”

Holly worked up a small smile, doing her best not to think too many depressing or dark thoughts. She couldn’t go down the rabbit hole. “Hm? Yeah... yeah, I’m alright.” She supposed. She cracked open the beer and had a sip, glancing around. “Everything just feels kind of.... on edge.”

[hollysparker]

ffsbopark‌:

“Perfect! I’ll let him know,” she replied, laughing as well. “What have you been up to today?”

She chuckled, imagining him as their little servant. “Eh... not a lot. I sort of stayed in most of the day. Watched some stuff on tv... uh, what about you?”

[hollysparker]

ffsbopark‌:

“We’ll just make it a slumber party. Make Wes make us snacks all night!”

Holly laughed. “Sounds like a perfect plan to me.”

[calliopelanston]

“I haven’t been able to sleep lately, and it’s really taking its toll on me. Am I allowed to just stay in bed for the next week, or so?”

[hollysparker]

“Only if I can do the same.”

[67chevys]

Westley always liked the outdoors, and being in the woods away from all the noise and light pollution that the city offered was something he’d never get tired of.  His phone screen had just gone dim, the ominous message from an unknown number fading into darkness. He knew a lot of people were on edge about the whole situation, but he just wasn’t. Instead, he was outside his cabin, drinking and listening to crickets and frogs when he noticed someone approaching him. “If you’re here to kill me, you should know that I am prepared to put up a fight. Otherwise, you’re free to sit and chill for a while.”

[hollysparker]

Holly shook her head, stubbing out the cigarette she’d been smoking on the walk back to the safety of the indoors. Relative safety, at least. Who knew how safe it was anymore and she kind of felt watching since those texts. “Not sure I feel like going to bed yet, so sure.” She nodded,moving to sit down. “Everything alright?”

[hollysparker]

sloaneroberts‌:

Sloane had been walking around, exploring the place. Her mother barely spoke about her father until recently.. until her literal death bed and she only knew her father had worked at the camp. She poked her head through one of the doors, noticing a woman standing there. She was planning to walk away but the woman had called out. “Uh.. Yeah, sorry.. I guess I’m just lost.”

Holly inwardly scolded herself for being so jumpy. There was no need. Was there? She really doubted this kid was a killer anyway. “Do you need some help?” She asked, putting the pen down.

[hollysparker]

prsly-shw‌:

He read up and down of the list, honestly he used this whole camp thing as a way to stay under the radar more then to roast marshmallows and go swimming and look where that put him. “Maybe a few of them… it really depends on how many people seem to be around at the time. Too many and it just gets annoying, you know what I mean?”

Holly nodded a little. “Yeah... yeah, I get what you mean.” She sighed, looking at the board. She really needed a break. A holiday somewhere exotic, preferably, not at a summer camp where a murder had just taken place. “I think I’m gonna take five.” She said, moving. “Want a coffee or anything?”

[hollysparker]

westleythacker‌:

Westley didn’t mean to scare her or anything, but he had an armful of snacks and drinks and was focusing on not dropping anything, which delayed his answering her.  Finally, he stuck his head in the door.  “It’s just me.  I brought snacks and stuff,” he said, putting the food down on the table in the room.  He looked at the blackboard, tilting his head to the side.  “What are you up to?”

“Oh... hey.” Holly relaxed with a sigh once she realised it was only Westley.  No need to panic. She just had to keep telling herself that. “Just writing out the activities for today. Not that I think some of the campers will be in the mood.” Amy’s death was pretty much a catalyst and she’d heard a few saying they wished they could just go home already. “Have you seen Bo?”

[admidala]