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Samantha Mulder // TXF verse // Original Character

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This is an enormous collection!

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Wｈｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｄｕｓｔ ｈａｄ ｓｅｔｔｌｅｄ， ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｃｒｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｆａｌｌｅｎ ｈａｄ ｄｉｅｄ ｄｏｗｎ，  ｔｉｍｅ ｓｔｏｏｄ ｓｔｉｌｌ． Ｔｈｉｃｋ ｓｍｏｋｅ ｂｉｌｌｏｗｅｄ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｈｅｒ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｌａｓｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｄｙｉｎｇ ｅｍｂｅｒｓ ｈａｄ ｆａｄｅｄ ｉｎｔｏ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇｎｅｓｓ，ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ ｈａｄ ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ ｆａｌｌｅｎ， ｔｈｅｙ ｈａｄ ｌｏｓｔ－ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｌｏｓｔ．

Ｄａｒｋ ｅｙｅｓ ｆｌｕｔｔｅｒｅｄ ａｓ ａｓｈ ｔｕｒｎｅｄ ｉｎｔｏ ｃｏｏｌ ｌｉｑｕｉｄ ｗｈｉｃｈ ｓｐｌａｓｈｅｄ ａｇａｉｎｓｔ ｈｅｒ ｆａｃｅ ａｎｄ ｔａｎｇｌｅｄ ｉｎ ｈｅｒ ｈａｉｒ， ｗａｓｈｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｃｕｔ ｔｈａｔ ｈａｄ ｓｌｉｃｅｄ ａｃｒｏｓｓ ｈｅｒ ｆｏｒｅｈｅａｄ． Ｔｉｍｅ ｗａｓ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ－ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ ａｎｄ ｓｈｅ ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ． Ｈｅｒ ｂｏｄｙ ｗａｓ ｂｒｏｋｅｎ， ｅｘｈａｕｓｔｅｄ ｙｅｔ ｓｈｅ ｆｉｇｕｒｅｄ ｓｈｅ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｓｏｏｎ ｂｅ ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ， ａｔ ｌｅａｓｔ ｓｈｅ ｈｏｐｅｄ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ ｂｅｙｏｎｄ ｔｈｉｓ-Sｈｅ ｈａｄ ｔｒｉｅｄ ａｎｄ ｆａｉｌｅｄ．

Ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ…ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ， ｗｈｙ ｗａｓ ｓｈｅ ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ ｗｈｅｎ ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｄｅａｄ． Ａ ｈｏｒｒｏｒ ｓｅｔｔｌｅｄ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｐｉｔ ｏｆ ｈｅｒ ｓｔｏｍａｃｈ． Ｐｅｒｈａｐｓ ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｗｈａｔ ｄｅａｔｈ ｗａｓ ｌｉｋｅ， ｅｎｄｌｅｓｓ ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ ａｎｄ ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ． Ｉｆ ｓｈｅ ｔｒｉｅｄ ｔｏ ｏｐｅｎ ｈｅｒ ｅｙｅｓ， ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｓｕｒｅ ｓｈｅ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｍｅｔ ｂｙ ｔｈｅ ｆａｃｅ ｏｆ ａｎ ｕｎｋｎｏｗｎ ｇｏｄ ｗｈｏ ｗａｓ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｓｅｒｖｅ ｈｅｒ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｈａｒｓｈｅｓｔ ｐｕｎｉｓｈｍｅｎｔ ｆｏｒ ｆａｉｌｉｎｇ． ‘ｇｅｔ ｉｓ ｏｖｅｒ ｗｉｔｈ．’ Ｗｉｔｈ ａ ｓｌｉｇｈｔ ｓｈｕｄｄｅｒ ｈｅｒ ｅｙｅｓ ｏｐｅｎｅｄ， ｂｌｉｎｋｉｎｇ ａｇａｉｎｓｔ ｔｈｅ ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ ｗａｔｅｒ…’Ｒａｉｎ．’ 

Ｓｈｕｆｆｌｉｎｇ an ａｃｈｉｎｇ ｂｏｄｙ ｉｎｔｏ ａ ｓｉｔｔｉｎｇ ｐｏｓｉｔｉｎｇ ｓｈｅ ｌｅｔ ｈｅｒ ｅｙｅｓ ａｄｊｕｓｔ． Ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ｎｏ ｓｍｏｋｅ， ｎｏ ｄｅａｄ ｂｏｄｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｈｅｒ ｃｏｍｒａｄｅｓ ａｎｄ ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ ａｎｄ ｎｏ ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ． Ｅｙｅｓ ａｄｊｕｓｔｉｎｇ ｓｈｅ ｓｕｒｖｅｙｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｓｕｒｒｏｕｎｄｉｎｇｓ． Ｔｒｅｅｓ ａｎｄ ｇｒｅｅｎｅｒｙ， ｇｒａｓｓ ａｎｄ ｄｉｒｔ， ａ ｆｏｒｅｓｔ， ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｉｎ ａ ｆｏｒｅｓｔ， ｅｘｃｅｐｔ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓｎ’ｔ ａ ｆｏｒｅｓｔ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｆｏｒ ｍｉｌｅｓ， ａｎｄ ｈａｄ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｂｅｅｎ， ｓｈｅ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｈａｖｅ ｓｕｒｅｌｙ ｂｅｅｎ ｃａｕｇｈｔ ｏｕｔ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｏｐｅｎ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈｉｓ．

Ｓｈｏｃｋ ｈａｄ ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ ｓｅｔｔｌｅｄ ａｓ ｓｈｅ ｍｏｖｅｄ ｃａｕｔｉｏｕｓｌｙ ｔｏｗａｒｄｓ ａ ｃｌｕｓｔｅｒ ｏｆ ｂｕｓｈｅｓ， ｉｇｎｏｒｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｒｏｂ ｉｎ ｈｅｒ ｈｅａｄ．

Ｗｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ｓｈｅ？ 

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- - 「 It’d already been a couple months since William first moved to Virginia, and a little less since he’d begun attendance at the FBI Academy. Having lived the past five years only six hours away; tucked in New Haven while studying Law at Yale, there was a stark contrast between the polished lifestyles of Ivy League college boys and the dirt and sweat of in-training government agents. H O W E V E R, given that he started out as a farm boy in the middle of nowhere, Wyoming? This place felt more homely than the potpourri-stuffed blockheads ever made him feel back up north.

After slumming it for the past three hours on the obstacle course, the instructor dismissed his class for the evening, and he’d joined the few acquaintances he’d made thus far back in the barracks for a little while once they’d had their fill of the dinner if the dining hall. William was quick to depart for an evening jog though, knowing better than to just let his muscles relax so suddenly; he’d rather not be cramping in the morning - and he despised the taste of bananas.

Headphones plugged in, the young man made his way along the different, gently sloping walkways of the marine base’s grounds, keeping his breath as evenly paced as he could between his strides and the rock music fueling his otherwise tired limbs. Eyes catching onto a dirt path nearby, William instinctively moved to follow it.

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Breath came in shallow gasps and sweat started at her hairline as P A N I C began to settle, a cold fear itching against the back of her neck. Dabbing against the now dried blood against her forehead she surveyed the area-had her position been compromised? With a reluctance to move Samantha found herself being pushed forward, by not only the panic and fear, but the pure adrenaline and curiosity that was coursing through her being. Stance low she moved towards a dirt beaten path that stood between two large oaks, her leather boots scuffing swiftly against the ground, leaving a series of grooves that shaped a footprint.

OVERDRIVE-she knew she was running now purely on instinct. What had happened that had caused everything to disappear? Agent Cole-Lewis-Carson? Swallowing the knot that had caught in her throat Samantha had remembered the communication receiver that had been placed on her before they left for the field, a small device smaller than a thumbnail planted against the underside of her ear. With a whisper, she spoke, her voice gravely, catching.

“This is X-257-is anyone out there?”

A moment she waited, but the sound of white noise against her ear swallowed her breathing. With a shudder Samantha stood slowly, her knees popping in protest and her back aching with exhaustion-she needed to find a way out of here.

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Wｈｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｄｕｓｔ ｈａｄ ｓｅｔｔｌｅｄ， ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｃｒｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｆａｌｌｅｎ ｈａｄ ｄｉｅｄ ｄｏｗｎ，  ｔｉｍｅ ｓｔｏｏｄ ｓｔｉｌｌ． Ｔｈｉｃｋ ｓｍｏｋｅ ｂｉｌｌｏｗｅｄ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｈｅｒ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｌａｓｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｄｙｉｎｇ ｅｍｂｅｒｓ ｈａｄ ｆａｄｅｄ ｉｎｔｏ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇｎｅｓｓ，ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ ｈａｄ ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ ｆａｌｌｅｎ， ｔｈｅｙ ｈａｄ ｌｏｓｔ－ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｌｏｓｔ．

Ｄａｒｋ ｅｙｅｓ ｆｌｕｔｔｅｒｅｄ ａｓ ａｓｈ ｔｕｒｎｅｄ ｉｎｔｏ ｃｏｏｌ ｌｉｑｕｉｄ ｗｈｉｃｈ ｓｐｌａｓｈｅｄ ａｇａｉｎｓｔ ｈｅｒ ｆａｃｅ ａｎｄ ｔａｎｇｌｅｄ ｉｎ ｈｅｒ ｈａｉｒ， ｗａｓｈｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｃｕｔ ｔｈａｔ ｈａｄ ｓｌｉｃｅｄ ａｃｒｏｓｓ ｈｅｒ ｆｏｒｅｈｅａｄ． Ｔｉｍｅ ｗａｓ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ－ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ ａｎｄ ｓｈｅ ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ． Ｈｅｒ ｂｏｄｙ ｗａｓ ｂｒｏｋｅｎ， ｅｘｈａｕｓｔｅｄ ｙｅｔ ｓｈｅ ｆｉｇｕｒｅｄ ｓｈｅ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｓｏｏｎ ｂｅ ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ， ａｔ ｌｅａｓｔ ｓｈｅ ｈｏｐｅｄ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ ｂｅｙｏｎｄ ｔｈｉｓ-Sｈｅ ｈａｄ ｔｒｉｅｄ ａｎｄ ｆａｉｌｅｄ．

Ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ…ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ， ｗｈｙ ｗａｓ ｓｈｅ ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ ｗｈｅｎ ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｄｅａｄ． Ａ ｈｏｒｒｏｒ ｓｅｔｔｌｅｄ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｐｉｔ ｏｆ ｈｅｒ ｓｔｏｍａｃｈ． Ｐｅｒｈａｐｓ ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｗｈａｔ ｄｅａｔｈ ｗａｓ ｌｉｋｅ， ｅｎｄｌｅｓｓ ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ ａｎｄ ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ． Ｉｆ ｓｈｅ ｔｒｉｅｄ ｔｏ ｏｐｅｎ ｈｅｒ ｅｙｅｓ， ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｓｕｒｅ ｓｈｅ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｍｅｔ ｂｙ ｔｈｅ ｆａｃｅ ｏｆ ａｎ ｕｎｋｎｏｗｎ ｇｏｄ ｗｈｏ ｗａｓ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｓｅｒｖｅ ｈｅｒ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｈａｒｓｈｅｓｔ ｐｕｎｉｓｈｍｅｎｔ ｆｏｒ ｆａｉｌｉｎｇ． ‘ｇｅｔ ｉｓ ｏｖｅｒ ｗｉｔｈ．’ Ｗｉｔｈ ａ ｓｌｉｇｈｔ ｓｈｕｄｄｅｒ ｈｅｒ ｅｙｅｓ ｏｐｅｎｅｄ， ｂｌｉｎｋｉｎｇ ａｇａｉｎｓｔ ｔｈｅ ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ ｗａｔｅｒ…’Ｒａｉｎ．’ 

Ｓｈｕｆｆｌｉｎｇ an ａｃｈｉｎｇ ｂｏｄｙ ｉｎｔｏ ａ ｓｉｔｔｉｎｇ ｐｏｓｉｔｉｎｇ ｓｈｅ ｌｅｔ ｈｅｒ ｅｙｅｓ ａｄｊｕｓｔ． Ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ｎｏ ｓｍｏｋｅ， ｎｏ ｄｅａｄ ｂｏｄｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｈｅｒ ｃｏｍｒａｄｅｓ ａｎｄ ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ ａｎｄ ｎｏ ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ． Ｅｙｅｓ ａｄｊｕｓｔｉｎｇ ｓｈｅ ｓｕｒｖｅｙｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｓｕｒｒｏｕｎｄｉｎｇｓ． Ｔｒｅｅｓ ａｎｄ ｇｒｅｅｎｅｒｙ， ｇｒａｓｓ ａｎｄ ｄｉｒｔ， ａ ｆｏｒｅｓｔ， ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｉｎ ａ ｆｏｒｅｓｔ， ｅｘｃｅｐｔ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓｎ’ｔ ａ ｆｏｒｅｓｔ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｆｏｒ ｍｉｌｅｓ， ａｎｄ ｈａｄ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｂｅｅｎ， ｓｈｅ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｈａｖｅ ｓｕｒｅｌｙ ｂｅｅｎ ｃａｕｇｈｔ ｏｕｔ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｏｐｅｎ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈｉｓ．

Ｓｈｏｃｋ ｈａｄ ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ ｓｅｔｔｌｅｄ ａｓ ｓｈｅ ｍｏｖｅｄ ｃａｕｔｉｏｕｓｌｙ ｔｏｗａｒｄｓ ａ ｃｌｕｓｔｅｒ ｏｆ ｂｕｓｈｅｓ， ｉｇｎｏｒｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｒｏｂ ｉｎ ｈｅｒ ｈｅａｄ．

Ｗｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ｓｈｅ？ 

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The afternoon had turned into burnt orange that streaked across the sky as the sun faded. Trails of clouds could be seen stretching for miles across the horizon and the air that had once been a warm breeze, took on a sudden chill.

Hands in pockets, Samantha stood leaning against a building that was lit up in bright florescent blue and white. Billboards and signs surrounded the lay-by, as multiple cars came and went, each brightening up the cheap glow of the building a little bit more. Head back, she closed her eyes, only allowing herself the briefest of moments rest. 48-72, she couldn’t keep track anymore of how long she had been awake and remembered that the last time she slept was only enough to keep her from passing out on the job. Every 45 minutes she would set her alarm, that way, she knew she couldn’t dream of anything.

Pushing her body to a fully standing position a small sigh escaped her mouth ‘what is my life.’  Samantha had settled here 2 months ago, coming straight from Phoenix. It had, to her dislike, been 2 months too long, and she was ready to move on again soon. Ever since she could remember she had been moving from one place to the other, never quite staying long enough, it gave her a freedom that she had strongly desired from the very beginning, whenever that was. Breaking out from her thoughts she heard the crass shout of Daniel, a small greasy man that coughed up a lungful every time he raised his voice or laughed.

“I’m not payin’ ya’ to stand around. We have customers that need servin’ and I gots ta clean the toilets up-coffee machine also needs changin’.”  

With a grimace, she reluctantly pushed her aching body off against the wall, tying the apron again against her waist. Yep, defiantly needed to move on again soon.

The drive in was just off the main interstate going into D.C, and although it was evening it was busy as ever. Business commuters mostly, going home from the city to grab a quick coffee, with an exception of half tired hookers, ready to start work again when darkness came.

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A tired yawn escaped his lips as he pulled into the drive-in, looking for some respite from driving. Most of the time, when he was with his partner, he enjoyed it but this time, he had been alone, wanting to do some research on a supposedly haunted house. He had locked himself in, and stayed over a night, but unfortunately, he hadn’t gotten any good proof regarding ghosts. So he took off the next day for home, looking to make a pit stop. It had been a while since he had pulled into a drive in, so after figuring out what it was he had to do to get some service, he waited to see if someone would come over at take his order.

[iamthe-truth-blog]

ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᵃ ʳᵉˡᵘᶜᵗᵃᶰᶜᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃ ᵈᶤˢᵈᵃᶤᶰᶠᵘˡ ʳᵒˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉʸᵉ ʷʰᶤˡˢᵗ ᴰᵃᶰᶤᵉˡ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵘʳᶰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᶤʳᵉᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᵗʰʳᵒᵒᵐ˒ ˢᵃᵐᵃᶰᵗʰᵃ ˢʰᵘᶠᶠˡᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵉᵗ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵉᵉˡ ᶠᵃᶜᵉᵈ ᶜᵒᵘᶰᵗᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵖ˒ ᶤᵗˢ ˢʰᶤᶰᵉ ᵈᵘˡˡᵉᵈ ˢᶤᵍᶰᶤᶠᶤᶜᵃᶰᵗˡʸ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶜᵃʳᵉˡᵉˢˢᶰᵉˢˢˑ ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᵈᵒʷᶰᶜᵃˢᵗ ᵉʸᵉˢ ˢᵃᵐᵃᶰᵗʰᵃ ᵖᵉᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ ʷʰᶤᶜʰ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᶤˢˢʰᵃᵖᵉᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵘʳᵏʸ ᵃᵍᵃᶤᶰˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᶰᵗ ᵐᵉᵗᵃˡˑ ᴴᵃᶤʳ ˢᵗᵘᶜᵏ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃᵗ ᶜᵘʳˡᵉᵈ ᵃᶰᵍˡᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵘᶰᵏᵉᶰ ᶤᶰ˒ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᶜᶤʳᶜˡᵉˢ ˢᵘʳʳᵒᵘᶰᵈᶤᶰᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵒᶰᶜᵉ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵒʳᵇˢˑ ᵂᶤᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵘᵖ˒ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵖᵒᵏᵉ ʰᵃᵛᶤᶰᵍ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ˢᵖᵒᵗᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶰ ˡᵉᵃᶰᶤᶰᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵍᵃᶤᶰˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵖᵒˢᶤᵗᵉ ˢᶤᵈᵉˑ                     “ᴸᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ⁻ ᶜᵒᶠᶠᵉᵉ˒ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ˒ ᶰᵒ ˢᵘᵍᵃʳ⁻ᵐᶤˡᵏ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶤᵈᵉˀ” ᴾᵃᵘˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵐᵒᵐᵉᶰᵗᵃʳᶤˡʸ ʰᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵈʳᶤᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ʰᶤᵐ ᶰᵒʷ˒ ᵃ ᵇʳᵒʷ ʳᵃᶤˢᵉᵈˑ “…ʲᵘᵈᵍᶤᶰᵍ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ˒ ᴵ’ᵈ ˢᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗˑ ᵀʰᵉ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃᶰᵈ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇʸ ᵃᶰʸ ᶜʰᵃᶰᶜᵉˀ” ᴱʸᵉˢ ᶰᵃʳʳᵒʷᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ʰᶤˢ ᶜʳᵘᵐᵖˡᵉᵈ ᵗᶤᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵈᶤʳᵗ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ˢʰᶤʳᵗ ᵃ ˢᵐᶤʳᵏ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵃᵍᵃᶤᶰˢᵗ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶤᵖˢ ᵘᶰ⁻ᵃᶠʳᵃᶤᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃˡˡᵉᶰᵍᵉ ᶤᵗ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇʳᶤᶰᵍˑ

ᴬˢ ᵉᵃˢʸ ᵃˢ ᶤᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵉ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃʲᵒʳᶤᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇʸ ʰᵉʳᵉ˒ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈᶰ’ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵉᶰʲᵒʸ ᵖᶤˢˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵇᵃˡˡˢ ᶜᵘˢᵗᵒᵐᵉʳˢ˒ ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᶤᶠ ᶤᵗ ᵉᶰᵈᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶤᶰ ᵗʳᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ˒ ʷʰᶤᶜʰ ᶤᵗ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵈᶤᵈ˒ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ˢʰᵉ ᵈᶤᵈᶰ’ᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃʳᵉˑ ᴱʸᵉˢ ᵇʳᶤᵍʰᵗᵉᶰᶤᶰᵍ ˢʰᵉ ˡᵉᵃᶰᵉᵈ ᶤᶰ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ʰᶤᵐ˒ ʰᵉʳ ᵛᵒᶤᶜᵉ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵃ ʷʰᶤˢᵖᵉʳ˒ ᵃˢ ʰᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ʷᶤᵈᵉᶰᵉᵈˑ                       “ᴵ’ᵈ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶤˡᵏ ᶤᶠ ᴵ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ˒ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵃᵏᵉˑ”

[silvertippedrph]

anonymously message me with a plot & i'll respond with whether i would be interested or not, then make a starter for it.

note: this is simply to try and help people break the ice of rp'ing or for those who want to rp something off someone’s wishlist, but are just a little too shy. this can remain completely anonymous! so if you receive a plot you like you’re essentially making an open starter based on that plot unless the other person comes forward :)

[fillyouraskbox]

anonymous submission:

FYI my muse has a life outside of our threads! Send me a __ and I’ll describe an original NPC or unclaimed character who:

§   my character likes

±   my character dislikes

Φ   made my character’s day

×   upset my character

Σ   my character helped

€   my character hurt

↯   my character killed/wants dead

⇅   wants my character dead

♥   loves my character

∞   will always be remembered

≋   has been forgotten

[spengs]

Mulder runs across ur dash enthusiastically on the hunt for aliens (transparent!)

[quickgetthegillybox]

When you have a bad day.

[exspiravitfox-deactivated201603]

iamthe-truth:

Upon hearing his shout for her to leave Samantha gave a soft eye roll as a huff of air escaped her lips, seemingly unfazed by his order. Placing small hands against her hips in true Samantha fashion her nose crinkled, hiding the scattering of freckles that usually adorned there. 

“Your room smells.”

 Samantha took small steps towards where her brother sat, weary of the undergarments that scattered the floor. ‘Boy Cooties.’ Reaching the desk she placed her elbows down and lay her head flat to the side, seemingly taking up most of the left side. With a gap toothed grin Samantha faced him, her voice covered slightly by her elbows so that the sound bounced off, resonating at least an octave higher. 

“Whatcha doing?” 

Samantha didn’t mean to be annoying, truly, even when he was being a jerk. 

“Are you going to finish the story? I’ve waited sooo long-what happened to the girl?” 

Samantha had remembered the story in which he was telling her the week before she had left, when her parents were fighting and she couldn’t sleep. Fox hadn’t finished it, even when her farther had walked out he refused to tell her the rest and laughed at her when she had got upset. ‘Don’t be a baby-Grow up, you always get what you want.’ 

A  tentative sniff, his  eyes narrowing at her,  pointed turning away from her and back to the papers on his desk, it didn’t smell that bad. Okay, he might  need to get his track stuff out of his bag for  his mom to wash, but it wasn’t that serious! Letting out a low groan of irritation even as he made a mental note that she was a cute kid and he should probably cool it. Probably, but   everyone  thought she was cute.

                                          “Homework. I’m doing my homework that I get                               straight A’s on but whatever.”

Sullen, he tapped the end of  his pen against his paper, struggling  to remember what  he’d made  up. Part of him  wanted to blame her for  their  parents always fighting,  but sometimes he heard his name too. Not that he could figure out why he was an issue, yeah he had a smart mouth, but he was a good student, was in the top five fastest track runners for the school. Ever. 

                                          “She lived happily ever after, duh.”

But his tone wasn’t  as peevish as it had  been, chin propped on his hand as he looked at her. 

                                          “If you give me  a minute I  can probably  think                               of another one?”

[iamthe-truth-blog]

Chin on hand Samantha stared back at him, her eyes lighting up at the thought of another story. After all, ‘she lived happily ever after’ all seemed a bit babyish now. Keeping quiet was not her specialty, however she obeyed her brother as long as he needed to complete his work-almost. 

Decidedly, she broke the silence just after a couple of minutes, her attention waning as she recounted what she had really come in to show him.  

                                  “Fox, look, isn’t it cool!?” 

Pushing her sleeves up Samantha reveled a series of marks, a dark bruising that had turned a slight shade of purple. 

Samantha proceeded to tell him under the belief that she had been taught how to use a shot gun, but because she had been so short, the butt had ricocheted back into her arm, though she had purposefully left the part out where she cried-not wanting him to think she was a baby. Samantha felt like a decorated war veteran with the bruises to match-not that she really understood the concept. 

                               “I saved you this though.” 

Producing a red and gold shell from her pocket she handed it to him, a grin sitting on her face, though was replaced by a frown when raised voices began emitting from the lower floor, signaling to the both of them that their parents were arguing again. 

[iamthe-truth-blog]

The afternoon had turned into burnt orange that streaked across the sky as the sun faded. Trails of clouds could be seen stretching for miles across the horizon and the air that had once been a warm breeze, took on a sudden chill.

Hands in pockets, Samantha stood leaning against a building that was lit up in bright florescent blue and white. Billboards and signs surrounded the lay-by, as multiple cars came and went, each brightening up the cheap glow of the building a little bit more. Head back, she closed her eyes, only allowing herself the briefest of moments rest. 48-72, she couldn’t keep track anymore of how long she had been awake and remembered that the last time she slept was only enough to keep her from passing out on the job. Every 45 minutes she would set her alarm, that way, she knew she couldn’t dream of anything.

Pushing her body to a fully standing position a small sigh escaped her mouth ‘what is my life.’  Samantha had settled here 2 months ago, coming straight from Phoenix. It had, to her dislike, been 2 months too long, and she was ready to move on again soon. Ever since she could remember she had been moving from one place to the other, never quite staying long enough, it gave her a freedom that she had strongly desired from the very beginning, whenever that was. Breaking out from her thoughts she heard the crass shout of Daniel, a small greasy man that coughed up a lungful every time he raised his voice or laughed.

“I’m not payin’ ya’ to stand around. We have customers that need servin’ and I gots ta clean the toilets up-coffee machine also needs changin’.”  

With a grimace, she reluctantly pushed her aching body off against the wall, tying the apron again against her waist. Yep, defiantly needed to move on again soon.

The drive in was just off the main interstate going into D.C, and although it was evening it was busy as ever. Business commuters mostly, going home from the city to grab a quick coffee, with an exception of half tired hookers, ready to start work again when darkness came.

[iamthe-truth-blog]

They had brought her back after a week.

Her mother had snatched her from her father and cried, her father had walked out then, muttering something under his breath, mouth curving into a line as his brows withdrew down into into a scowl. Hands clutched at her face as her mother so often did, smoothed down her hair so it stuck against her face. Tina spoke softly to her, murmuring small whispers of apology.

Though unsure of the reason for the apology Samantha had placed her hands back against her mothers face and smiled, her mouth turning upwards. “Where’s Fox? I want to tell him all about how I got this!” Samantha lifted her shirt sleeves up to reveal a cluster of marks. Unbeknown to her mother’s horrified look she pushed away from her mother and raced towards his bedroom.

“Fox, Fox, I’m home. Look!” With impatience she pushed against his door and found herself standing in the middle of his room. Her nose went up slightly as she took in her surroundings. Underwear, magic cards and pieces of scrap paper with his doodles cluttered the room.

[exspiravitfox-deactivated201603]

His first clue was the sound of his mother, furtively trying to shut his ears against it. So what? Sam  was home from  uncle… Whoever it had  been, so freaking what? It had been  a week, it’s  not  like  she’d  died or something.  Foot  kicking at a  pile of clothes, he all but threw  himself into the chair by his desk, a scowl twisting his lips. Well they could have  her, as long as he was able to be  left alone. He didn’t want to hear about how clever she was,  or how cute. What he   did   want to hear was at the very least a  ‘Good job’ since he was  passing all his  AP classes, but they couldn’t be bothered.

                                          “Get out of my room!”

The shout was habit, Sam  never   seemed to knock, he always had to kick her out. Even puppies knew what the word no meant, but she-

                                          “How many times do I have to tell you to knock on my                               door? I could have been naked or something!”

[iamthe-truth-blog]

Upon hearing his shout for her to leave Samantha gave a soft eye roll as a huff of air escaped her lips, seemingly unfazed by his order. Placing small hands against her hips in true Samantha fashion her nose crinkled, hiding the scattering of freckles that usually adorned there. 

“Your room smells.”

 Samantha took small steps towards where her brother sat, weary of the undergarments that scattered the floor. ‘Boy Cooties.’ Reaching the desk she placed her elbows down and lay her head flat to the side, seemingly taking up most of the left side. With a gap toothed grin Samantha faced him, her voice covered slightly by her elbows so that the sound bounced off, resonating at least an octave higher. 

“Whatcha doing?” 

Samantha didn’t mean to be annoying, truly, even when he was being a jerk. 

“Are you going to finish the story? I’ve waited sooo long-what happened to the girl?” 

Samantha had remembered the story in which he was telling her the week before she had left, when her parents were fighting and she couldn't sleep. Fox hadn’t finished it, even when her farther had walked out he refused to tell her the rest and laughed at her when she had got upset. ‘Don’t be a baby-Grow up, you always get what you want.’ 

[katamygdala-deactivated20191201]

From The X-Files: I Want To Believe. The agent who passes Mulder in the hall and catches his attention is Vanessa Morley, who played the young Samantha and young Samanths clone in the TV series.

Mind = blown.

[i-heart-scully]

She’s calling out my name, over and over again. She’s crying out for help, but I can’t help her. I can’t move.

[iamthe-truth-blog]

They had brought her back after a week. Her mother had snatched her from her father and cried, her father had walked out then, muttering something under his breath, mouth curving into a line as his brows withdrew down into into a scowl. Hands clutched at her face as her mother so often did, smoothed down her hair so it stuck against her face. Tina spoke softly to her, murmuring small whispers of apology. Though unsure of the reason for the apology Samantha had placed her hands back against her mothers face and smiled, her mouth turning upwards. "Where's Fox? I want to tell him all about how I got this!" Samantha lifted her shirt sleeves up to reveal a cluster of marks. Unbeknown to her mother's horrified look she pushed away from her mother and raced towards his bedroom. "Fox, Fox, I'm home. Look!" With impatience she pushed against his door and found herself standing in the middle of his room. Her nose went up slightly as she took in her surroundings. Underwear, magic cards and pieces of scrap paper with his doodles cluttered the room.

[iamthe-truth-blog]

"The years of darkness have led us to this one moment." Samantha Anne Mulder Cannon/AU Crossover Mun & Muse 18+ Experienced Roleplayer - just not on Tumblr. OC friendly