#;flagg threads

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@chaosmultiverse heard a voice

"y'look tired. been on th'run long?"

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@deaddetermined saw a Hitchhiker

The sun is down and it’s raining. It’s a dark and stormy night, if you like clichés. It’s not quite cold enough for this rain to be snow, but it’s thick and heavy and it clearly wants to be snow. Maybe as the night deepens, the roads will freeze, snow will frost the ground, and it’ll be a mess come morning. 

But only time will tell on that front. 

On the dark, wet road, walking alongside it in the shoulder, is a man. He’s tall, dressed all in denim, and soaked to the bone. He’s walking backwards, thumb out, squinting into the light of the oncoming headlights. 

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@vyrulent // now playing: murder at the bingo hall (amigo the devil)

"he might have been calling the numbers, but i was calling the shots." A mouth full of too many teeth grins wide. "after four in a row, i jumped up and yelled 'someone should call the cops! i'm kiling it!'"

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@cointricking 🙂

"you usin' my line t'introduce yourself to people now? gotta say, wasn't expectin' imitation from you."

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@doomedbythenarrat 🙂

"spoke to soon, kid."

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@fangmother felt a presence

Evil.

There is no other way to describe the feeling that walks with the creature masquerading as human, donned in a jean jacket filled with pins. Its wavy brown hair falls past its shoulders, and the grin on its face makes you feel like you're rotting from the inside out.

A creature of many faces, many names, it goes by Flagg for now. Randal Flagg. R.F. No point in hiding it, not in a fresh new world like this one, a fresh, new place for him to lay his influence.

"'scuse me, miss." Its voice is smooth, it talks easy, keeps you calm until it's ready to pounce. "mind offerin' a poor man some directions?"