#finalgirlstart

[steviecarrington]

stevie sighed, staring at the drawing she was working on. she was trying to come up with new tattoo ideas for the shop but she was stuck on colors and getting frustrated. she turned her sketchpad around to show the other. “do you think blue and purple is too tacky for this? or should i go for something else?” @finalgirlstarters​

[ginagetslifted]

with early mornings came clarity... or something like that. the past twenty-four hours left gina feelings high amounts of unease, but they chalked it up to jet lag and being stuck in a storm shelter with a crowd of strangers. it probably had nothing to do with the creepy doll. the one that had already started showing up in their dreams. it was fine. gina always had weird and vivid dreams. they usually dissipated by the end of the day, and quicker if they had anything to say about it.      flips flops clapped against their feet and that dirt path as they made their way from the cabins to the communal showers, towel and toiletries in hand. few people were milling about, and that’s how gina preferred it for now--only the birds chirping to greet them. minutes later they were under a cold rain of a shower, fingering conditioner into their hair. “ water pressure like this, i’m going to be here for the next three hours, ” they muttered to themself, unaware that someone was within earshot.

[have---heart]

Samuel shifted uncomfortably in the creaky wooden chair, the busy environment doing nothing to help calm his anxiety. Looking around the cafe he could no longer recognise the small beautiful town he originally stumbled upon, ever since the news about Johnny being injured, nearly to death, he could now see cracks in Wrenbury’s facade. As he lifted his drink with a trembling hand he couldn’t help but worry about the safety of his husband Jasper, what if they were next? Can we even trust the residents living here? What if something happens and they have no way to contact each other? Samuel silently curses at the town's lack of attempt to join the modern age, shifting once again with nerves, Samuel looked over and couldn’t help but notice the only other person alone in the cafe was sitting at the table right next to him, “Um..e-excuse me, do you happen to know, uh the.. the person who was injured? Johnny Lewis?” Samuel said cringing at the sound of his shaky voice, everything was normally easier when Jasper was around to do the talking.

[robynspack]

     “WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT FATE?’ admittedly, it’s an odd question. robyn knows this - she knows that it makes her look a little weird. but it’s an important question. robyn has to believe in fate - she has to believe that there’s a reason for what she’s going through right now. it has to have a purpose - it has to be GOOD DAMAGE. it can’t just hurt her; it has to serve some higher purpose. “i feel like it has to exist. there has to be some reason we’re here... some reason we met each other.” the platinum blonde doesn’t feel any special connection with the person she’s talking to, at least not yet. “i don’t think the universe would put me with a bunch’a dumbasses without reason.”

robyn almost forgets that she has a persona to keep up. it’s not a conscious realization of course, her subconscious just needed a moment to catch up with everything going on. i mean, being thrown into some camp with a bunch of serial killers running about? it would throw anyone for a loop. she’s lucky; she hasn’t had a direct run in with any of the beasts yet. but she knows it’s coming, knows that it’s only a matter of time before she’s confronted by one. 

[heartbreakxr]

@finalgirlstarters​

Jill arrived at camp just after the storm. She wasn’t aware of how bad it was or how everyone received a gift afterwards. Though was a lookalike doll really a gift - or a threat? Even though she wasn’t present during the horror – the aftermath remained in the air. She could feel it just the same. It was potent, clinging all around her. Why did she have to come here of all places? Did her father not do his research? There were missing person posters tacked to a board for god’s sake. Suddenly she felt like she was standing on the set of IT. “So do hurricanes happen, like, a lot?” Jill turned to face the closest person next to her. “I need a tour guide. Wanna show the new girl around?” She would have googled Wrenbury to do some research of her own but she’s been without cell service since she arrived here, which was a huge bummer within itself. 

[dontxlook]

{ 𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 } –– outside the stables { 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 }

                   Though she didn’t mean to go off by herself so often, Ivy found it that if she was by herself, her thoughts were quieter. Earlier, before the sun went down, she had walked to the stables to pet the horses and feed them some treats. It was calming, it felt purposeful. Ivy needed something almost everyday to relax her beating heart or else this place was going to end her very soon. It wasn’t that she was terrified down to her bones, it was the unknown that rocked her. Now as she looked around, Ivy saw that she had far outstayed daylight as the moon shown high in the sky. It wasn’t that far of a walk to the cabins, but now her heart was racing again. Placing a hand on a nearby horse’s head, Ivy took a few deep inhales. She’d be ready to go back, soon. 

[steviecarrington]

stevie’s knees were drawn up and her chin was resting on them as she read her book. she was sitting on the shore, just close enough that the water rushed over her feet, but not getting her entire body wet. she wasn’t in a bathing suit, just a pair of workout shorts and a t-shirt. she never actually swam, she just liked to get wet enough to cool off, and that was what she was doing --- although, the water was colder now than the last time she’d been to the lake, but she’d been sitting there so long she didn’t notice it anymore. not until a wave from a boat rushed onto shore and splashed high enough to soak most of her body and book, which made her gasp. “son of a bitch,” she said, standing up, her book hitting the brim of her glasses, which made them fall into the sand and stevie let out an irritated sigh. “this is why i don’t wear you guys, y’all just make everything difficult,” she said, bending down to pick her glasses up. @finalgirlstarters​

[heartbreakxr]

Just when Jill was starting to move on from what happened at the theatre, another body was found brutally murdered and five more injured. Empathically, she reached for her own throat. Her fingers applying a light amount of pressure, wondering how it must have felt to be hung. Troy had undoubtedly suffered. She was just thankful she wasn’t around when the others were attacked. Would she have been the type of person to have survived? Probably not. In every horror movie it’s always the big chested blonde who finds herself face down on the ground with a knife in her back first.  

Unsure of what to do, Jill decided to leave Wrenbury but when she tried, the road circled her right back to camp. With fear and panic blossoming in her chest, she looked around for someone that could help. Usually, she’d just pull out her cell phone but without service or internet she would be just as helpless as she is now. “Can someone show me a way out of here?! I don’t want to be here anymore. A curfew??? How is that going to help!?” Has no one here ever seen: The Strangers? If someone wants you dead, they’ll break in and make it happen. @finalgirlstarters​