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[possessedhearts]

𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 ― dependent blog for @chroniclefm ― possessed by ego.  ×. 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢 𝔱𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔥. ×. 𝔨𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔡. ×. 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔱𝔱. × 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰

𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚁: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎: 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛, 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚝𝚌., 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍.

[abxvewater]

He had become an 'observer' -- ditched the role of 'active participant' in social settings, determined that such a role was one he was not well-suited for -- and he had been content as an observer. The observer watched the woman struggling with the truck, does not have to intervene, for the observer does not have to abide by the unspoken code of conduct that polite society had dreamed up; the observer has no social script, for the observer has no script at all, for the observer has nothing to say. But the observer, much to his or her or their chagrin, may be mistaken, from time to time, for an active participant. When the observer is among active participants and the active participants do not do as they are meant to do, do not follow the unwritten handbook they most often abide by, the observer uncrosses his or her or their arms and steps forward. So Matthew uncrossed his arms, a hushed huff over the chuckling couple a few yards away, and approached the scene. "Key's gonna be you in the front seat. Just goin' from one person to two's not gonna change much when mud's the problem."

[possessedhearts]

Minnie doesn't wait for a hand up. He doesn't seem like the type to lend one. Instead she grabs the edge of the tailgate to spring herself upright. "Who says chivalry isn't dead, right?" She asserts, tone bone dry as she looks him over, her gaze lingering a second too long in a deliberate attempt to poke at that cold demeanor. "Are you sure? I thought for a second we were gonna channel one of those moms lifting a burning car off her kid. Really lift this bad boy up." She quips but no further protest as she walks to the car door, ignoring the way her boots squelch loudly with every step.

She hops into the front seat, jamming the key into the ignition. "Ready?!" Minnie hollers over the rumbling of the car engine, her eyes finding his in the rearview mirror for confirmation. She doesn't give him time to answer, doesn't care for his permission, and slams her foot onto the gas. "C'mon, you can push harder than that!" She yells back to him, sticking her head out the window. She wants to see it - the moment the mud sprays gloriously all over this now active participant.

[mcggielin]

maggie's gaze met with keller's as he lowered his voice to deliver the message, trying her best to hide the smirk that was growing on her face. god, she needed just a night where they could escape after the past twenty-four hours. "i know, now shut up or i'll drop your foot and it'll really be broken," she insisted with a smile. as soon as the doctor came back in, she began as if they were mid conversation, "-it's okay, no one's judging you." with a look of concern, the woman headed over the doctor to tell them in a hushed tone, "he's in the worst pain, he said it's a ten without even putting weight on it, he was just embarrassed earlier. he doesn't want an opioid like oxycodone or anything though, should we try nexodone?" and just like, they were in, prescription & crutches in hand.

[possessedhearts]

Keller bit the inside of his cheek, fighting the urge to laugh as he watched Maggie effortlessly manipulate the doctor with her fake concern. He grimaced when the doctor peered his way, continuing to play the part of a stoic and suffering patient.

As soon as they were in the clear, he snatched the crutches from her, holding one up to his mouth in a makeshift microphone. "And the Oscar goes to..." A beat..."Maggie Lin! For best supporting actress in a medical drama!" Keller raises the 'microphone' to her. "Any words for the Academy? Speech speech speech!" He cheers in a theatrical whisper that's far too loud to be discreet.

[abxvewater]

No new finds, for better or for worse; no new turns, for better or for worse. Not yet, at least -- he would be aghast to sleep or leave or so much as call it a day if he did not take so much as one turn that he had never taken before. What else was there for him? What other purpose could he possibly serve? But seldom did he find another on his excursions, seldom did a turn -- let alone a turn he had taken at least fifty times before -- pop him out by another person. A person he had not seen before. A person he was decidedly unfamiliar with. Redford was small. He was familiar with most, if only in passing. Alas, he could not hold onto that stoic demeanor -- that immediate reaction to show and be and do nothing -- upon hearing the question, so genuine in its nature. Hell, he may as well have been a piece of folklore, a cryptid in his own right! He may as well have been a ghost, no? But that didn't mean he would answer the question, simply keep his arms crossed across his chest as he did his best to suppress a bit of a chuckle. "Seen some." A half lie, a half truth. "Right out that way," he said, nodding his head to the woods just beyond the lake. Someone he had not seen likely meant someone new; someone new meant someone who needed more exposure to their legends, no?

[possessedhearts]

Bonnie tilted her head back until her neck craned, gaze traveling the distance from his boots to his dark eyes. It was clear he was no monster, at least not the kind covered in fur and claws. But he was a man and they were driven by things far more volatile than any creature....a beast would kill because it's hungry, but a man kills for a reason. She would know.

She sized up his towering frame, knowing that the creatures that go bump in the night were far less dangerous than those that walked in the daylight. Bonnie allowed her focus to drift to the tree line, but her eyes quickly return to him - now filled with more curiosity than fear. "You mean the Swamp Monster?" She asks, voice bright despite her apprehension. "My boss at the Shack says he never goes that deep into the woods." Bonnie bites her tongue, albeit too late. Her brother's voice echoed in her head, always lecturing her on her loose lips.

[abxvewater]

"Oh my god, it's been annoying me all day," Adam stated, relief instantly washing over them as Kellar licked the garlic butter off their finger. "You know, you've got a little something -- " -- placing their thumb against Kellar's cheek -- " -- right there."

[possessedhearts]

"Stop it, Adam. People will think we're gay." Let them think. "Not that...there's anything wrong with it." He turns his head, shy now. "You missed a spot."

[fiirewalk]

she  likes  being  looked  at,  but  she  doesn't  like  being  seen.  the  latter  is  always  more  intimate  between  the  two.  perfect  in  every  sense,  from  the  moment  she  was  born,  head  to  toe,  even  now,  after  a  series  of  family  misfortunes,  she  knows  that  there's  an  image  that  she  must  uphold.  saintly  woman,  virgin  girl,  miss  heart  of  gold,  it  makes  her  stomach  turn,  but here , under  the  guise  of  night,  she  gets  to  be  someone  else.  maybe  herself.  in  the  worst  shape  and  form.  know  this,  her  decay  has  never  been  physical.  “    god   ,    ”  she  coughs,  realizing  that  she's  been  caught  as  smoke  slips  past  her  lips.  “    this  thing  is  ...  awful.      ” 

[possessedhearts]

Bonnie was many things, but subtle wasn't one of them. She had a chronic habit of getting caught staring…usually at women she thought were far too pretty to give her the time of day. Most would misread the intensity in her gaze as hostility or a lingering jealousy, but the truth was much simpler. She was just completely mesmerized.

This time, Bonnie felt the heat rising to her cheeks and she caught herself just before the silence became awkward. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, gripping her elbows as a means to self-soothe. She took her words at face value, completely failing to recognize the Redford royalty standing right in front of her. "Why—why do you smoke them then?" she stammered, her voice soft and shy as usual.

[dangerousdispositions]

"...Right. Do you just... never drink anything except alcohol?"

The question is poised drily, though Art has to laugh as he watches Keller hack up a lung.

"You ever heard of water? Juice?" He shakes his head, grinning, and snatches up the booze to pour them both a glass, full to the brim. "Like a salt rim for poor people."

[possessedhearts]

"It's a special occasion. Gotta get out the fancy glasses." Keller said, hiding his defensiveness with a shrug. There was no special occasion. "Juice is for children, Arty. I thought you grew out of that. You still sucking your thumb too?" He smirks, clinking his glass against Art's just enough to avoid excessive spillage. "C'mon, bottoms up."

[viitriolics]

location: lady luck hotel and casino participants: freya liu young & keller shepherd ( @possessedhearts )

freya was quite frankly amused by the scene unfolding in front of her. someone cheating was nothing new, in fact it was a shockingly common occurrence. but someone doing such a bad job at hiding the fact that they were cheating was something new. she knew she should get a security guard, though the fact that one hadn't mysteriously appeared by now was a bit confounding. but where was the fun in that? it's not like she had any loyalty toward the casino, it was a steady paycheck and nothing else.

so instead, she opted to take an entirely different approach - slipping a folded piece of paper into keller's hand. hopefully he was still coherent enough to read it ... fortunately she didn't have to wait long for him to appear outside of the door marked staff only, then it was as easy as grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the door and into the fresh hair. "you might be the worst cheater i have ever seen," she decided to jump straight to the point, "would it kill you to be a little less obvious?"

[possessedhearts]

Keller had been riding a dangerous high. The kind of high that comes from getting away with it once and suddenly feeling like you’re a god. He was so convinced that he was invincible, that the note slipped into his hand gave him just enough shock to snap him back to reality.

He followed the note's demand, only to find himself pulled outside by someone who looked like they should be working the table, not interrogating him. Keller looked her up and down, dismissive and arrogant. "Is this the new protocol for the house? They’re sending little girls to do their dirty work?" He let out a scoff, preparing to walk away before curiosity pulled him back. "What's it to you anyway? You looking to blackmail me for a portion or what?" He asks, wondering why she hasn't just turned him in yet.

[possessedhearts]

closed starter for @ofturmoil! location: criminal records character: yannis miller

Bonnie’s face lit up as she found a Stevie Wonder record. It was the same album that her mom used to constantly play as she cleaned around the house. She rushed to the counter, excitement apparent in her lopsided grin. "Do you take cash—how much is it?"

[possessedhearts]

closed starter for @memoryangers! location: lovecrafts character: belmont

Minnie leaned against the wood counter, drying off her clay stained hands while she watched the guy linger a little too long near the back display. He had an energy that made her wonder if he was eyeing the register or just remarkably bad at shoplifting. "Can I actually help you find something, or are you just waiting for me to look away?"

[possessedhearts]

closed starter for @abxvewater! location: bogey mountain character: player's choice

Minnie braced herself, shoving her shoulder against the tailgate of her truck to try and rock the tires out of the hole they dug. She’d already jammed a thick branch under the rear driver’s side for traction, but the mud was swallowing it whole. Her boots suddenly lost their grip and her legs began running in place for a split second, inevitably falling flat on her face. She pulled herself up with a painful grunt, wiping the wet mud from her face, only to realize she wasn't alone. "Great." She said sheepishly, recollecting herself. "If you laughed you're legally obligated to help me push."

[possessedhearts]

closed starter for @ofturmoil! location: beep beep the car character: malik royce

Keller scoffed and shot Malik a look of pure disbelief, the price feeling like a personal insult. "Seriously? That much? I thought we were cool. This is some off the street price, man."

[possessedhearts]

closed starter for @memoryangers!

Keller had hooked the chain into place to tow, no ounce of remorse as he holds out his hands to cut them off before they can even speak. "Look, don’t get pissed at me. I’m just doing my job. If you want to yell at someone, go take it up with the bank."

[possessedhearts]

closed starter for @dangerousdispositions!

Keller grabs a couple of old glasses, blowing a thick layer of dust off them that immediately sends him into a coughing fit. "I rarely even use these anymore," he mutters, setting them down with a clatter. "It's easier to just drink straight out of the bottle."

[possessedhearts]

closed starter for @mcggielin!

Keller waited until the doctor was just out of view, keeping his voice loud enough to carry through the door...just in case. "I’m telling you, it just popped. I can’t even put weight on it, must be a terrible sprain!" Keller looked up at Maggie, dropping the act for a split second. "You should probably tell him I'm in unbearable pain, you know? I need something strong but none of that oxy shit. Tell him I need Nexodone instead."

[possessedhearts]

closed starter for @slithercdfromeden!

"Should've held out for a better deal with the studio." Keller leaned back, looking completely unbothered by the fact that he’d already burned through half of his share. "Money's basically gone already. I mean, in this economy? You’d think our trauma would’ve had a way higher price tag than the crap you settled for."

[possessedhearts]

closed starter for @abxvewater!

"Adam, you're a mess. You got garlic butter all over your hands." Keller stated. Keller reached for Adam's hand, licking his finger clean in one fell swoop. "Yummy!"