#ch: jericho

[dxsole]

IT'S COMING FOR ME // @genrcsavvy

If only it were that easy. Usually, he'd be he first to agree; if you look for trouble, it tends to find you, but he hasn't been looking. He's been closing his eyes at night, tight as a drum, and yet it's still there.

The rocking chair creaks as he leans back and it creaks as he swings forward. "I ain't change a thing. Just kept to myself, kept the routine going. Same as ever." Creak, creak.

"It ain't me. It's just there." Creak. "Now, I could run." Creak. "But who's to say it won't follow." The rocking chair, despite the continued motion, ceases to creak.

[shisairin]

Some more fooling art!

This time of my fooling, Jericho!

[avatarjunko]

prompt: monsters

rp: will to live

characters: jericho david & kat de la cruz & tb degawa @traumataako & @michirukaioh

warnings: disturbing thoughts, unreality, horror

He sits back, quiet and sober after Kat sets down her controller and stretches. After she turns off her recording, camera and microphone, and turns back to the two of them with a look that Jericho reads as curious.

"All of that went over my head," he admits, scratching the back of his neck as he looks to T for their response.

T has their eyes on the screen proper, that look on their face like they're inside themself, searching and searching for something they can't find. They look like that a lot, Jericho finds

especially in times like these, where Kat is in her own fugue in a certain game and even Jericho has paused to watch.

(They also look like that shortly before they leave again, weeks at a time

and shortly when they return home as well.)

"What do you think would be dragged out of us, if we were sent there?" T says finally, several minutes after Kat has already flipped on their laps with her DS in hand.

"What are you talking about?" Jericho asks, a little rough because he doesn't want to think of anything horrifying being dragged out of him.

"Psychological horror-monsters," T replies, dreamily, like they don't even notice Jericho's tone

which, isn't really that hard to believe.

"I think I'd like mine to have a spear through the gut. Just like... here," they say, pointing to a spot just above Kat's nose where her head sits on their lap. She hums, concerned, looks to Jericho for help.

"You gotta stop saying stuff like that. You're going to freak yourself out."

"Really? I haven't yet."

"Yeah... well..."

"I wouldn't let either of you go there," Kat interjects quietly. "We start driving into a fog, I'm making you slam on the fucking breaks."

T lays back, laughing the way they do

nothing in the world seems to bother them.

"It was just a thought," they say, mild as they can. "But, what if you couldn't stop me?"

[dxsole]

🌾 CAN YOU HEAR IT | @criticalfai1ure

He doesn't shush the other outright, but he does press a finger to his lips, giving Doc a hard stare. Quiet down. Listen.

When voices cease, the prairie takes over. You don't hear anything, unless you really listen; then comes in the faint calling of doves and buzzing of flies. You hear the rustle of dried grass blowing in the wind. You hear a cow moo and the far off barks of the cattle dog.

Yet while life is happening all around them, it's silent. Completely silent.

No birds, no bugs, no animals. Not even the wind stirs up a sound as it breezes by.

"It's been like this for three weeks." Jericho murmurs, voice barely rising above a whisper. "I can scream and I get no echo back anymore." He doesn't know what it means, but perhaps Doc could shed some light on the situation. Or maybe just assure him he's not going crazy.

[mxrvelouscreations]

Evangeline, would you ever tell Jericho it was you on the other side of that wall?

@grimmusings

"Honestly.... if he ever asked, then yes. But I wouldn't know how to tell him otherwise...."

[dxsole]

"Fine. But know this—I do not like you."

[dxsole]

The walls felt less constricting the fields outside, in some strange way. Like they were not only protecting him from the elements but from whatever it was that haunted the pasture at night.

It felt even more comforting, almost normal, to have another person within the walls alongside him. Like just having someone else here proved that he was still alive, still human; he sometimes felt differently from the lack of sleep and the haunting.

The good crystal is taken out along with the good drink. "...You're here for a reason, aren't you?" He asks as the whiskey pours out.

[dxsole]

🐄 THE PRAIRIE HAS EYES | @id1eyouth

One would assume that things were better for Jericho in the daylight. No screams or calls to unnerve him— in fact, it's the opposite.

There may be no rustling in the night or strange sounds that trick the ear, but with how flat the land was, it seemed to stretch out in every direction, like a sea of grass that never ended. Only with Jericho's trained eyes could he pinpoint the little structures of neighboring farms and the chapel up the roads— but on bright, hot days such as these, they were almost invisible.

"Sun's too high to be out." He drawls out slowly, taking one last squinted scan over the horizon before using the bandana in his shirt pocket to dab at his sweat-slicked brow. "Come in for a spell. Cows ain't going nowhere."