#firststa6

[getslashed]

one liner starter for @firststa6 .

' i'm not irresponsible , i'm just saying that if a child asked me nicely i would absolutely give it a cigarette . no questions asked . '

[kostenkos]

♡   ─── @firststa6 asked : ❛ i'm cold blooded. we're all cold blooded, haven't you noticed? ❜

heels  dug  into  the  dirt  around  the  campfire  that  they  had  built.  her  knees  bent  to  chest  as  she  sat  on  the  ground,  as  close  to  the  fire  as  she  could  get  without  burning  herself.  cigarette  pulled  between  lips  as  she  sat  in  silence  as  he  spoke.  their  masks  tossed  to  the  side  as  it  was  just  the  two  of  them  in  this  place  right  then.  the  others  were  tucked  away  in  the  lodge  and  julie  just  couldn't  sleep  --  she  rarely  could  and  she  hadn't  wanted  to  wake  frank  up  but  he'd  followed  her  out  before  she  even  made  it  past  the  door.

she  never  minded  his  company,  in  fact  sometimes  she  craved  it.  julie  wanted  to  be  close  to  him  and  her  head  leaned  back  and  the  puff  of  smoke  mingled  with  the  fog  caused  by  her  breath  on  the  cold  air.  ❝  of  course  i've  noticed,  frankie.  but  not  all  of  us.  just  me  and  you.  suz  and  joey,  they  aren't  like  us  and  i'm  kind  of  glad  for  it.  ❞  her  voice  was  soft  when  she  spoke,  her  accent  finally  peeking  through  the  words.

❝  they  do  all  of  this  for  us,  because  of  us.  they  were  never  cut  from  the  cloth  like  we  were.  and  that's  okay.  but  do  you  ever  you  know,  like  feel  bad?  about  dragging  them  into  this?  to  this  place?  ❞  of  course,  julie  knew  the  answer,  but  she  asked  anyway.  just  to  see  if  she  was  right.

[guardiandem0n]

she can't help but grimace, eyes scanning him up and down. "---....well, ya' just fucked up fucko, ain't ya'?" @firststa6

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

They never seem to die cleanly. But that is the nature of these trials - to create as much chaos as possible. A thick scent clings to the air, iron rich blood and the stale dust of a room that is by design meant to seem neglected. It's not that he hates it - he despises that he cannot indulge much more. That an audience deprives him of giving to those cravings that always surface anytime he smells blood.

If Frank had left he may have been calmer. Less on edge, and irritated. He watches the other reach a finger out to a smear across the wall, etching into it until he has created a grinning face and his mouth tightens with growing impatience.

A hand extends, grabbing the other killer roughly by the forearm, gripping it hard enough that he knows the pressure of his fingers will be felt.

"Play your little games in your own realm."

[thxgrxmrexpxr]

"want to do something stupid to take your mind off all this?"

"That depends."

Why was this placed so damn cold? He feels the warmth coming off the fire but it never seems to help much. The snow seeps into everything. It's profound that anyone that passes through can stand it for long.

"What is your idea of doing something stupid?" There's a hint of curiosity in the question. If anything - its distracting him for the moment.

[kostenkos]

❝  WE'RE  IN  THIS  TOGETHER,  FRANKIE.  FOREVER.  ❞

julie  didn't  realize  just  how  literal  that  would  be  when  she  pulled  him  close  and  told  him  those  words.  now,  they  were  stuck  in  this  place.  stuck  doing  whatever  the  entity  wanted  from  them,  and  forced  to  live  the  worst  parts  of  everything  over  and  over  again.  but,  she  didn't  mind  it  did  she?  no.  julie  thrived.  julie  EXCELLED  in  it.  in  the  blood  and  the  death  and  the  pain  of  it.  she  was  EXACTLY  what  frank  made  of  her.  what  this  place  made  of  her.

a  perfect  killer.

a  girl  corrupted,  sure.  but  she  had  no  complaints.  except  when  the  pain  rode  her  body.  when  her  blood  fell  thick  and  loud  against  the  ground  as  it  echoed  in  her  head,  the  frenzy  finally  ebbing.  ❝  i'm  okay,  frankie.  i'm  okay.  ❞  she  held  out  a  hand  to  frank  as  she  could  feel  him  come  up  to  her.  more  often  than  not,  they  hunted  together  (  the  only  two  competent  ones  of  the  four  ).  and  she  might  have  just  pushed  herself  a  little  too  far  and  got  smacked  in  the  face  by  a  flashlight  for  her  efforts. 

pushing  up  her  mask,  she  spat  a  mouthful  of  blood  on  the  ground  and  shifted  the  thick  braid  over  her  shoulder  before  pulling  back  up  the  hood.  ❝  i'm  good,  i  promise.  i  love  you.  ❞  she  looked  up  at  him  and  smiled  before  pulling  him  close,  raising  up  on  her  toes  and  pressing  a  bloody  kiss  to  his  lips. 

♡   ─── @firststa6 gets a starter

[metalsiren]

@firststa6 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓   𝐀𝐍   𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.  |  ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ.

good  god.  who  could  possibly  be  knocking  so  incessantly  at  this  hour?  sawyer  lets  out  a  groan,  even  going  so  far  as  to  pull  a  pillow  up  and  over  her  head  to  try  and  drown  out  the  sound.  she  doesn't  want  to  put  on  a  face,  doesn't  want  to  make  an  effort  for  whoever  is  on  the  other  side  of  the  door,  especially  when  they're  the  one  interrupting  her  brooding  hour.

eventually,  she  pulls  the  covers  from  herself,  dressed  in  nothing  but  an  oversized  shirt  from  him,  as  if  the  smell  of  him  isn't  the  only  thing  that  lets  her  sleep  soundly  anymore.  running  a  hand  through  her  long,  dark  waves,  she  pushes  it  to  one  side  as  she  sleepily  marches  her  way  down  the  stairs.  perhaps  it's  foolish  for  her  to  be  so  nonchalant  about  the  whole  idea  of  someone  practically  banging  down  her  door,  but  sawyer  finds  herself  almost  too  apathetic  to  care.

once  she  reaches  the  door,  she  looks  to  the  ipad  monitor  mounted  just  beside  the  front  door,  ring  camera  pointed  towards  an  obviously  intoxicated  frank  pounding  his  fist  against  the  wood  of  the  door.

a  heavy  sigh  leaves  her,  though  it's  mostly  out  of  sadness  than  anything,  as  she  pulls  the  door  open  and  peers  up  at  him  with  betrayal  still  singed  into  her  gaze,  ❝  frank.  you  can't  be  here. ❞ 

❝  i  know  i  shouldn't,  but  i  want  to  see  you.  ❞

he  interrupts  her  and  all  sawyer  can  do  is  close  her  eyes  and  turn  her  head  away  in  an  attempt  to  keep  him  from  seeing  the  way  she  wants  nothing  more  than  to  break  down  and  give  in  to  what  she  thought  she  wanted.  she  draws  in  a  deep  breath,  folding  her  arms  across  her  chest  as  she  eyes  the  way  his  muscles  and  limbs  seem  far  too  loose  in  his  skin,  ❝  you're  drunk,  baby.  call  an  uber  home. ❞  she  tries  to  stay  civil,  cordial  even,  knowing  that  in  this  state  there's  not  much  use  in  trying  to  argue. 

[g0dforb1d]

[ EAT ] — our muses do edibles together.

@firststa6

They all stand over the kitchen counter where Ziggy is trying his best to cut the brownies his friend brought over. The last thing he wants is for Iggy to be hunched over the kitchen sink vomiting and talking about how she's about to be aducted. Maybe they could have just shared a bowl, there's too much math shit that comes with edibles and Ziggy's already two blunts in.

"Just cut it," Is his beautiful baby sister's idea and he can feel his eyeballs almost snapping out of place from how hard he rolled his eyes, eventually he finally pushes the blade down into the block of baked goods, cutting out three pieces in varying sizes.

The largest one for him, the smallest one for her and the most decent looking serving for Frank.

"If you piss yourself I'm beating you up," Ziggy tells his sister simply before eating his portion in almost one bite. He wasn't even sure why he let her have any to begin with, she was such a light weight to begin with. But it's always nice to share especially when they have company over, "If you don't really feel anything after this I can cut some more."