#cagenary

[evilstalks]

walks fingers up his chest. just while humming.

it is clear to the shape that kate has become far too comfortable with him. it is his own fault, though. he has let her get away multiple times now, has purposely ignored her to pursue her friends instead. she knows he has a strange soft spot for her. if she's smart, she won't abuse it. his temper is extremely volatile after all, and his patience is near nonexistent. he tilts his head down at her, simply breathing and watching her, before he moves his hand, grabbing her wrist between his fingers. his hand is massive, much larger than her own. he could oh so easily crush her wrist and snap the bone. he doesn't, though. he only holds her wrist in his grip, feeling her pulse beneath his touch. is he making her nervous now, he wonders?

[mxlevolence]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎— CONT. @cagenary

Putting "down" the knife was the equivalent of tucking it into the folds of his shroud—endless swathes of shadow—where an invisible sheath or pocket resided. He raised his empty hands, fingers flexing, to show that he was unarmed and about as threatening as a lion having just eaten its fill of an antelope.

"Fuck no." He laughed and it was a rolling sound like thunder—the growl of a German Shepherd before it lunged. The unspoken hung in the air: 'I hate that country shit.' Perhaps for her own ego, he held his tongue. "It is weirdly nostalgic, though."

The distance was maintained between them. That was deliberate; another method of affirming he was not a viable threat. ( Right now. ) Ghostface crouched, scratching images in the dirt with an index finger. "I'm a roamer. I hear music, I drift toward it. Simple as that. Keep playin'."

[evilstalks]

the girl is pretty and maybe she reminds him a bit of his mother. maybe that's why he is acting differently towards her. why he hasn't outright killed her the way he has her friends. michael tilts his head down at her, tossing a first aid kit at her feet. it is splattered with blood and already opened and dug through, either from david or dwight. both dead now, taken by the entity for this trial. he knows she is injured because of the other killer. this is his... peace offering, perhaps. for now. / @cagenary

[curseternal]

⧼cagenary asked: chomp !⧽

it was  always  fun  when  survivors  attempted  to  delay  the  inevitable.  even  moreso  when  they’d  actually  run  a  good  mile.  it  made  the  blood  of  his  preys  the  more  savoury.  and  that  denson  girl  knew  how  to  lead  a  dance.

but  go  on,  make  this  entertaining.

each  (  elegantly  avoided  )  pallets  dropped  between  them  roused  the  dark  lord  further.  when  these  rare  sources  of  temporary  safety  were  reduced  to  debris  and  dark  walls  closed  in  on  her,  how  would  the  little  songbird’s  wings  let  her  escape  anymore?

a  loud  POPPING.  the  killer’s  cue  to  move  onto  something  else.

and  the  clock  ticked  right  on  time,  as  the  perfect  opportunity  to  strike  showed.  unnatural  pillars  of  flames  rose  in  a  straight  line,  right  on  the  woman’s  path.  while  the  rules  of this  realm  prevented  the  outright  charring  of  her  body,  it  still  had  to  be  painful.  not  helping  were  previous  injuries.

⸻  «  i  have  other  matters  to  attend  to.  »

invisible  forces  lift  the  survivor  up,  no  matter  how  much  writhing  there  was.  met  with  a  disapproving  glare.  an  expression  that  shifted  way  too  quickly.  eyes  widen,  sharp  teeth  grit.  on  one  side  of  his  neck,  his  collar  was  undone.  cold  skin  shattered  in  precise  spots. 

struck  by  the  sheer  irony  of  the  situation,  it  was  enough  distraction  for  kate  to  break  free.  the  killer  took  such  bravado  as  provocation.  disgusting  little  worm.  they  never  ran  out  of  dirty  tricks,  did  they?

in  this  instant,  his  priorities  shifted  again.

⸻  «  wretch.  fine. if  you  want  to  keep  playing  the  hunted,  i  shall  grant  you  your  wish.  »

of  all  things  she  could  have  done,  that  gave  her  direct  passageway  to  a  world  of  hurt.

[evilstalks]

chomp.

the shape is used to survivors fighting back however they can. fists, kicks, wooden planks. many have even tried to yank his mask off his face, though none have been successful in doing so. this is new, though. he has kate on the floor, his knife dug into her shoulder and him standing over her. he leans down to start picking her up to take her to the nearest hook, only for her to be bold enough to dig her teeth into his hand. he immediately flinches at the sharp pain, especially when he yanks his hand and she doesn't give. she breaks skin and he bleeds and her strength surprises him. it mostly irritates him, though. it seems she's just trying to make her death more painful.

[mcmorare]

@cagenary sent: " why are you lookin' at me like that ? "

Katrina blinks - she had been staring a bit, partially without meaning to, but the honey-brunette is an interesting figure. Her accent is something Katrina's only heard on television, bandana-patterned shirt and high boots - she looks and sounds like she just walked out of some American film about a country girl moving to the big city, some cliché shit like that. Like she's about to come over with some strange folksy idiom about life on a farm.

"This is just my face." To be fair, her resting face does tend to come off somewhat aloof even when there really is nothing on her mind. But she hasn't been feeling particularly friendly as of late either. It's a bit difficult to, given the circumstances. "Get used to it."