† Tremors † (ap)

Beneath the trees where nobody sees, they'll hide and seek as long as they please. [Indie horror OC. Private & selective. Read rules and about before interacting.] Written by Beth. Est. April 2015

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ncssuno:

“Chill, I’m camping out here. Got all the gear I need.”

“You can’t camp here.” The words leave her mouth in an exasperated sigh; do people just IGNORE signs now? “It’s a no camping zone, it’s too dangerous here.”

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“Hey, you shouldn’t be here. Especially when it’s nearly DARK, you have to leave. Now.”

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eyesareoursouls:

Nathan shook his head. His dad wouldn’t be back for a couple of days. He had packed the truck; whenever Taylor packed the truck, he always spent nights away. “My dad’s a special cop. He’s away on business.”

The blonde is silent for a moment, trying to process the information she’d been given. “So do you live near here? I’m just trying to figure out how you got this DEEP into the woods, that’s all.” She explains. It’s rare she sees anybody so far in, let alone a kid.

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eyesareoursouls:

“You’re never really alone in the woods. Everybody knows that.” Nathan’s fingers played with the bottom hem of his shirt. “So not really.”

Her brow raises slightly at his answer, “You’re pretty SMART.” She retorts, arms folding tightly. “But did you come here with somebody? You parents? Friends? Anybody?”

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“Look, I hate to tell you this but it’s probably too late. If your friend is out there ALONE, then they’re already dead.”

[wholesomemidnight-deactivated20]

|| Black ∞ White ||

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yourhumblepsychiatrist:

Rafael stares at the human for a moment, eyebrows pulling together slightly. “I am dangerous,” he says, not reassuring her in the least. “I am an angel. A rit zien. A healer.” He tries to stand, but with a cry of pain, collapses. There are no visible signs of injury, but with the hunched shoulders and twisted expression, it’s clear he’s in pain. He looks up at her. “We may be in danger.”

Freya watches him, eyes squinting slightly as he speaks. An angel? Despite everything she’s seen, she’s not sure she can believe that. Before she even gets a chance to express her DOUBTS, he falls. Without even thinking, she rushes over to support him. He’s not attempted to hurt her yet, in fact Freya isn’t even sure he is in any CONDITION to. So she tosses any questions about his honestly to the back of her mind, focusing on whatever situation they’re now in. “What kind of danger?”

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nofive:

— “who’s gonna  come after me? i’m not afraid.”

“Not who, what. Something that can tear the flesh from your BONES in a matter of seconds, and if you’re not scared now, you will be as soon as you see it.”

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yourhumblepsychiatrist:

The angel sat up abruptly, his eyes flashing bright blue light. For a second, the shadow of his wings flashed against the trees around them, then disappeared. Then everything returned to normal–except for the man sitting on the ground. He looked at her. “Where am I?”

The blonde steps back as the stranger sits up, a CAUTIOUS air remaining about her. As she witnesses his eyes flash and the shadowy wings upon the trees, a frown creases her brow. Freya’s used to seeing strange, INHUMAN beings, but she’s never encountered anything with glowing blue eyes and wings before. “Tell me what you are first. I need to know you’re not dangerous.”

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eyesareoursouls:

Blue eyes snapped to the sign beside her, blinking at it. “Oh… what’s trespassing mean?”

“It means going places you shouldn’t, especially ALONE.” She explains, observing the other for a moment. “Are you out here by yourself?”

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“Hey, wake up. You okay? I just found you LAYING here unconscious, what happened?”

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nofive:

— “i’m perfectly capable to do that on my own, i don’t need your help. life’s learned me a lesson: don’t trust anyone.”

“I’m not asking you to trust me. Look, this place isn’t SAFE. You need to get out of here.”

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nofive:

— “how generous. tell me, how can you help me? really.”

“Well I can start off by making sure you don’t get KILLED out here.”

[ncyer]

And you know what I saw?       NOTHING. No white light.                Just big, black, empty NOTHING. 

            [Indie Brooke Maddox from MTV’s Scream. Private & Selective. Crossover friendly. Written by Beth.]

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“I’m not gonna HURT you, okay? I want to help.”

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fcknbutler:

Kyle looks around the place but it’s not much, just simple furniture and such. When the blonde motions for him to sit down, he gladly does. He was sure he had been wandering around that forest forever. When she talks, Kyle actually knows what she is saying and struggles to say “K-Kyle…”

“Kyle, okay. My name is Freya.” She tells him, sitting on the chair across from the couch. The blonde takes a moment to observe him, the poor guy looks like he’s been through HELL out there. She wonders how exactly he ended up here, and in such a state. But she pushes back those thoughts for later. “Are you HURT at all?”

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“Hey, can’t you read the sign? No TRESPASSING.”