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Location: Projection Tower Open To: Anyone

“I, for one, think we should all come together and embrace the impending bloodshed that is no doubt on the horizon.” Surely his words were providing absolutely no assistance to the sheer terror which had overtaken the vast majority, the stifled groans of the dead only fueling their fear. His gun had long since run out of ammunition and without a surefire way to evade the swarm and replenish it, Dev relegated himself to acceptance that either Zeke would arrive to assist or this was potentially the end of the Clery lineage. He couldn’t imagine many would mourn it, himself included. “Anybody still have popcorn?”

#bvhqchat #bvhqevent

Text // Zeke&Dev

Devlin: You're missing all of the fun.

Devlin: We've got popcorn, big screen movies, zombies...

Devlin: No that wasn't a typo. Get your pretty boy ass down here.

#t: zeke #text

suscitat-mortuos‌:

where: projection tower who: anyone in the same location

A blue sky streaked with flushing red and pink and a finger of yellow and it reminds Constantine of a painting. As he walked across the area in one hand and a cigarette in the other, he noticed some people sitting in a messy rowdy circle around a fire. The night air was crisp and cool, just enough of a chill to make people want to huddle together. Music was blasting from stereo speakers on the far side of the lawn while a roaring bonfire danced and flickered against the darkness in the middle of everything. The sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air. He had never been considered to be social butterfly and yet here he was, rubbing shoulders with the common folk. Watching their faces twist grotesquely as they smiled to one another. Happy people made him uneasy. He took a seat on one of the chairs and kicked back his drink. The witch watched the flames dance, gold and orange licking over the blues of burning driftwood. The bite of the smoke from the burning wood combined with the scent that was so inherently human as it filled his lungs, swirled through him and left him feeling just a bit dizzy.

Or was it something else doing it. He felt it. Like a punch in the gut that made his insides wrench. A change in the air. It could only mean one thing. Someone was doing something naughty. And it was not until he heard the screams that he realized that the night was about to get a lot more interesting. There, in the darkness he saw what could only be described as a horde of - corpses? People started to scatter, running in all directions. One of them bumped into him, hands covered in a red sticky substance. “Please, help me! I’ve been bit.” Constantine noticed the chunk of flesh missing from his neck. “Yeah, that looks nasty. You might need stitches.” Then he was on the floor, what looked like dry heaving, spitting bile and holding on to his stomach like it was ripping open. “Ok, you’re being a bit dramatic don’t you think? It’s just a bite.”

Fucking corpses. They were sprinkled down the hill in a swarm most similar to that of a riot come to protest the evening’s jubilation. Not that Devlin found any part of Blackvale’s irritating townie culture enthralling, but some of them at least deserved the notion of peace for an evening. As for himself? Well, he never considered nor desired the promise of a long life, far more ready for death’s embrace than the vast majority... Just not like this. "Dawn of The Dead my ass.” He groaned, lifting a revolver from the waistband of his pants and clicking the safety off as if he truly held any other choice tonight. Those who were deceased had been meant to stay that way, magic be damned, and he would ensure the status quo to the best of his ability--- even without Zeke’s presence.

Gun in hand, he meandered towards the projection tower just as a crimson stained passerby collided with a familiar face. Carter Williams. Human. Way too kind for his own good and clearly not aware of the situation’s gravity as he continued speaking to the doomed individual as if they were worth saving. “Are you planning to stand there all night, Carter? Target practice becomes a lot less fun when you’re in the crosshairs.”

#c: constantine #whew here i am assuming connects with carter

daebom

— Castle Rock ( 5 / ∞ )

#( && when is a monster not a monster )

thomasxhale‌:

“If I added that I’d be cutting you open first to fashion one out of your own slippery little intestines, would that be good enough for you?” The alpha snapped. “Because that can be arranged.” Normally, he wouldn’t have bought in to such a game, but Tom had been teetering on the fence that secured his sanity for days, and needed the outlet. He’d witnessed (almost) every brand of torture Europe could dream up in the time before people were literate. He’d even saved a few unique contraptions for himself, purely for their value as conversation pieces. Not that he’d ever bring his antiquities up to flesh again.

"Uh, yeah. That pretty much does it. Love the graphic imagery, by the way. Were you a writer in another lifetime?” No stranger to threats of violence nor particularly queasy about the concept of his own demise, Devlin could only cant features to one side as he evaluated the alpha wolf. “I mean, if you wanted to prove what all of us already know about your kind... Then please, by all means, arrange it.” The latter words spoken at a volume for Thomas’ ears alone, after all he wasn’t foolish enough to risk council retribution.

#c: thomas

zcxllen‌:

“It’s the only place I’m gonna’ talk dirty to you, asshole.” If it were possible, Zeke might have rolled his eyes right through to the back of his skull at the incessant repetitive nature of Devlin’s taunting. One would think, after so long, he’d have grown used to it. “With you still going? Not fucking quite enough.” Despite the other being his near go to choice of company, Zeke would be the first to admit the hunter grated his fucking nerves – everyone did, Devlin simply less so. “As if you were worth the breath it’d take to insult you properly, you’re giving yourself too much credit.”

"Okay, false. But it’s fine. I know you’re trying your damndest to keep your hands off me at all hours of the day so I won’t press.” Ultimately the aggressive nature of both men seemed to become enough to spur movement in the nearby women who finally rose from their spots at the picnic bench and hurried off. Isolation brought about a bit more genuine curiosity in the younger hunter as he questioned his counterpart: “Who pissed in your cheerios this morning? Don’t tell me you’re up in arms about the mayor. Christ.”

#c: zeke

sbardot‌:

closed starter ± for devlin clery.

Sawyer was relatively new to purchasing weapons from the man, but he had heard more than good reviews from his fellow hunters and so, in the spirit of fun, he decided to stop by again to the man’s house to see what was going on. The ground made echoing and crunching sounds beneath the thick soles of his boots as he walked across the property, moving toward the front door and making his way onto the porch. He took another look around, eyes scanning the shrubbery in the distance for a moment. Sawyer would always be on the lookout, though he knew no creatures would have the guts to show up on a property owned by such a man.

“Open up, motherfucker.” The man quipped, knocking heavily on Devlin’s door while his other hand gripped the six-pack of beer he had brought in comradery. It was a typical greeting for Sawyer, one he often used with his friends as he had grown to like them quite a lot.

"Is there a reason you’re standing on my doorstep, bright and early, like the second coming himself?” The hunter’s voice echoed in response from behind the rich mahogany barrier of his front door, the familiarity of his friend’s timbre more than enough to prompt him to unhitch the lock and gesture for the other male to enter his home. “If you think I accept beer as payment, you’re only half-right.” Settling down at his kitchen table, the hunter continued toying with a knife laid out on its surface, though it was hardly a gesture of threatening proportions. Fingertips twisted the weapon between practiced digits, each one turning over the blade as if it were little more than a child’s toy. A habit, a necessity to keep himself moving at all costs. “You here for the Callen special or should I come up with some fun things just for you?”

#c: sawyer #here it is #finally

valtsv

im what the victorians would call a “vile, ill-tempered and thoroughly wretched little creature”

#( && chaotic evil )

thirstyforbillskarsgard

sometimes I think I’m over Bill Skarsgård but then he comes at me looking like this and I just—

#( && when is a monster not a monster )#bOI

b-skarsgard

Bill in L’Officiel Hommes via photographer @damon_baker on ig

#( && when is a monster not a monster )

viennaoclair‌:

As a general rule, Vienna did her best not to impede on the conversation of others. It was good practice to mind your own business, especially in a town like Blackvale. But as she scrawled a note across the paper in her notebook (longhand, yes, can you believe?), she couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that broke loose as the stranger dismissed the woman’s tale. “I- I’m sorry…” She apologized through muffled chuckles. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone call another person a ‘baby back bitch’-” And Vienna can hardly spit the words out before she’s laughing again.

"I aim to please.” He didn’t, but the words passed through his lips with as little sincerity possible so perhaps she’d understand as much. “Now that looks interesting.” Curiosity overtook as he glanced downwards at the woman’s notebook. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone actually put a pen on paper without wanting to stab themself with it first... Are you writing in your diary? Or is there some lover waiting for your note on the battlefield?”

#c: vienna

thomasxhale‌:

A hush fell in the room, save only for the muffled thump of music that resonated beneath their feet. Perched in Tom’s lap, the woman previously recounting the party politely excused herself, drawing up awkwardly with a smile and a lingering touch. Mirroring the gesture, the alpha’s eyes lingered on her form as she slipped away before breaking the silence. “Do you have to scare off all of my company?” Thomas asked, eyes rolling up at Devlin with fire behind them. “I was rather enjoying her account of it.” Regrettably, Tom had been rather tied up with a prior engagement on the big night and had missed out on watching the madman swing.

“There’s still time.” He said beneath his breath, cutting the man a lethal look. “This country went to hell after they stopped hanging folk.”

"Only when your company’s voice has an uncanny resemblance to nails on a chalkboard.” Dev retorted flatly, suppressing the urge to comment that it wasn’t her mouth the alpha had been staring at while she regaled such a harrowing night. “Mm,” he hummed. “Always did love an idle threat. Surely you can be more clever than that, though. It’s not fun to take someone else’s idea, put an original spin on it. Will I be hanging from my toes? Will all my best pals be up there beside me? You can think of something more enthusiastic than a lone noose.”

#c: thomas

zckkttlkcs‌:

“And here I thought you lot left those sensitivities of yours in the womb of whatever spawned you.” He chided roughly, as tickled pink about the surge of hunters within the borders of town yet seemingly just as indifferent when it mattered most. “Clearly it’s a soft spot for you, duly noted,”

The near guffaw threatened to spring from his chest before Devlin choked it down, quelling the urge with a deft roll of bright hues before answering. "I wasn’t spawned, I was brought by stork. A literal gift from God. You’re welcome, honestly.“ Mirth danced behind his gaze before he canted his features. “It’s cute that you think I have any soft spots at all, let alone for Sweeny or tall tales of his death. I prefer reality, but more power to you if that’s how you maintain your little charade as a big bad wolf."

#c: zach

caitlynnoire‌:

Unhinged was the best word to the redhead. The closer to the full moon that it got, the more her the estranged temper took over her actions. The beast inside her pleased at her uncommon outbursts. Caitlyn didn’t see herself as dramatic, but she was to be fair. Eyes narrowed as she huffed irritably towards the male. “You people. Are you.. are you threatening me?” The grip on her bag tensing as she held back the want to swing it at the man’s head.

Hues relegated to the woman that simply couldn’t leave well enough alone or seemingly keep her mouth shut long enough to be palatable. His threats had always been mostly empty, the hunter choosing to engage verbally rather than physically like his counterparts. However, that hardly meant he couldn’t become prone to a sadistic streak every now and then. “I don’t recall naming names, Cinderella. But if the shoe fits...”

#c: caitlyn

zcxllen‌:

“You know what’s even more annoying than listening to her tell the same fucking story ten times over? You..– Shut the fuck up before I start considering cutting your tongue out before hers.” He didn’t miss the look of shock that crossed the girls face, her friends included, but neither did he apologize nor clarify any mock intent. “For someone who’s as much a baby bitch as they are, I was so sure you’d have figured out the whole, selective hearing shit by now.”

"And he continues talking dirty to me in public. Careful there, children might hear us and want to try the same thing on each other. Can you imagine how quiet it would be around here?” Not that Devlin held any particular concern for the welfare of the local youth, but he did thoroughly enjoy taunting Zeke whenever applicable. “It’s baby back bitch, if you’re going to insult me at least do it properly. Oh, I have. Hence why I tune you out at every opportune moment.”

#c: zeke