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Celebrating Autumn, 2022

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Eyes without a Face

bigbadkillercroc

kaninchenn:

Her eyes darted around the tunnels,shoulders stiff and finger resting on the trigger of her gun. She didn’t want to shoot Waylon,but she’d have no choice if he charges her.

“You know I can’t do that Waylon. What you did was wrong and you need help.” Keep talking big guy,she’ll find him,following his voice to him. If he kept talking and she kept up a conversation maybe she can get his guard down and distract him long enough to get her team down here.

“Psh, I know what’s right and wrong. Don’t come down ‘ere to preach to me.” He scoffed, staying still in the water. “You’re gettin’ closer, lil rat. Come find me.”

Grab the rookie. Drag her into the water. Cut her throat with his claws to give her a quick death. That was the plan. Stick to it. He can’t afford to be caught now.

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“I’m not here to preach.” She grits out with a soft huff head turning towards the sound of his voice. Cursing softly. Curse these old tunnels,she had to stay focus and keep herself from being distracted and loosing her way or walk straight into the jaws of a killer croc.

“The last thing I want to do is shoot you Waylon. Although I’m sure it wouldn’t slow you down.” She murmurs the last part to herself.

#ic

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bigbadkillercroc

kaninchenn:

Jasper,even as a rookie cop was stubborn and just too pig headed for her own good. Even her partner said so,loudly,to others in a mixture of pride and frustration…okay mostly frustration.

Jasper looks all around her listening to the echos of waylons rumbling voice. Swallowing quietly and licking her dry lips. Who wouldn’t be nervous about being in a sewer with a mutated gator man with confirmed kills? She was,but she wasn’t here to bring him in,she’s here to stall for time until the dumbasses on the surface grow a brain and follow behind her.

Jasper exhales slowly before straightening herself up and moving forward down the damp tunnel.

So she’d decided to play hero and still come after him. No mercy, then.

Waylon slipped into the water with barely a ripple, but kept his head dry. He needed to be able to hear where she was.

“Bein’ brave? I’d call it bein’ stupid. Turn around ‘fore there’s nothin’ left of you fer your buddies ta find.” He taunted her, his words both a warning and a lure. He wasn’t making it difficult for her to follow his voice.

She was getting closer. And that meant further away from her backup.

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Her eyes darted around the tunnels,shoulders stiff and finger resting on the trigger of her gun. She didn’t want to shoot Waylon,but she’d have no choice if he charges her.

“You know I can’t do that Waylon. What you did was wrong and you need help.” Keep talking big guy,she’ll find him,following his voice to him. If he kept talking and she kept up a conversation maybe she can get his guard down and distract him long enough to get her team down here.

#ic;

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My muse has an excess of pent up energy and has begun doing something idly, your muse walks in on my muse doing this thing.

Send a ‘✊’ to find my muse cracking their knuckles or other joints in their body without realising they’re doing it.

Send a ‘✍’ to find my muse tapping a pen/pencil/other writing utensil on the table.

Send a ‘👞’ to find my muse tapping a foot against the floor/table leg/chair leg/other ankle.

Send a ‘🖇’ to find my muse playing with paperclips, linking them together and then separating them.

Send a ‘🔫’ to find my muse unloading and then reloading a gun while staring aimlessly at a wall or at someone else in the room.

Send a ‘🔪’ to find my muse playing the knife game with a very sharp knife.

Send a ‘👓’ to find my muse cleaning a pair of glasses (that may or may not be theirs).

Send a ‘⚾’ to find my muse throwing a ball into the air and then catching it before it hits them in the face.

Send a ‘💍’ to find my muse fiddling with any jewellery they may wear (whether it’s normally visible or not).

Send a ‘📏’ to find my muse idly smacking/biting/scratching themselves idly.

Send a ‘🎶’ to find my muse whistling to themselves.

Send a ‘💺’ to find my muse rocking back on their chair.

Send a ‘😏’ to find my muse spending their energy doing… other things.

Alternatively, send any of the above and ‘↩’ to have my muse find your muse doing any of these things.

bigbadkillercroc

kaninchenn:

Jasper could hear people shouting and ordering her to stop. But damnit! There’s no way in hell she’s going to let Croc get away so easily. The smaller woman drops down to the damp bottom of the ladder. Scoffing slightly in disgust as she wipes her hands on her pants,making a mental note to do laundry.

It was stupid to follow a killer down into a dark humid sewer in the middle of the night. But hey,if she’s down here the dumbasses on the surface will have no choice but to follow her to get her out,and in the process catch Waylon…hopefully before anything too drastic happens.

Clicking on her flashlight,she raises her gun as she moves forward,cautiously. “You’re not getting away from me that easily Waylon,it’s just you and me down here.” Shes says to herself her voice echoing around her.

These tunnels were old,she could feel it just by smelling the stale air and feeling the worn stone under her shoes. He can’t have gotten far just yet.

The young female cop had followed him down here? She must be crazy, or stupid. Either way, he was going to make her regret it.

Waylon let out a low, confident chuckle, one that echoed down the tunnels.

“Just you and me, huh? Now, of the two of us, I don’t think I should be the one worryin’ about gettin’ away anymore.” His voice was a threatening growl, teasing almost. He practiced sounding confident and scary when he was alone. “You’ve made a mistake, lil rat. But come on, just try to follow my voice and see what y’find.”

kaninchenn

Jasper,even as a rookie cop was stubborn and just too pig headed for her own good. Even her partner said so,loudly,to others in a mixture of pride and frustration...okay mostly frustration.

Jasper looks all around her listening to the echos of waylons rumbling voice. Swallowing quietly and licking her dry lips. Who wouldn’t be nervous about being in a sewer with a mutated gator man with confirmed kills? She was,but she wasn’t here to bring him in,she’s here to stall for time until the dumbasses on the surface grow a brain and follow behind her.

Jasper exhales slowly before straightening herself up and moving forward down the damp tunnel.

#ic

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Crocodile Tails

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Police were on his tail again. Dammit. Waylon hurried through alleyways, scurrying like an overgrown lizard, trying to keep low and out of sight. With his size though, that was much easier said than done. Flashlights and voices from behind him, they were close- Shit! A bullet hit the ground just beside him.

But there, ahead, a manhole. Entrance to the sewers. His domain. He slipped down, no time to close the manhole, just keep moving. They’d give up, nobody followed him far down here. He ran for a few minutes, then finally stopped to catch his breath. Waylon chuckled, relieved. He’d escaped….

Wait. He heard footsteps. Someone had actually followed him? Well. The tables were turned now. Foolish, chasing him down here. Now this unlucky cop was about to become the hunted one.

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Jasper could hear people shouting and ordering her to stop. But damnit! There’s no way in hell she’s going to let Croc get away so easily. The smaller woman drops down to the damp bottom of the ladder. Scoffing slightly in disgust as she wipes her hands on her pants,making a mental note to do laundry.

It was stupid to follow a killer down into a dark humid sewer in the middle of the night. But hey,if she’s down here the dumbasses on the surface will have no choice but to follow her to get her out,and in the process catch Waylon...hopefully before anything too drastic happens.

Clicking on her flashlight,she raises her gun as she moves forward,cautiously. “You’re not getting away from me that easily Waylon,it’s just you and me down here.” Shes says to herself her voice echoing around her.

These tunnels were old,she could feel it just by smelling the stale air and feeling the worn stone under her shoes. He can’t have gotten far just yet.

#ic

kaninchenn

Jasper: god can’t people let a lady take a nap in a field in peace?? Is all “there’s a body there” This and “she doesn’t have a pulse” that. How rude.

Although people in Germany do not celebrate Halloween,and jasper just recently began to join in the festivities. I can see her going to a Halloween party.

#hc; rabbit poet #ooc;the rat is in