#fracturedmiller

[doomcomes]

*. The hunt proceeds with @fracturedmiller .

First the deer, then the man. An odd occurrence, but one that rendered her severely startled. Far from the makeshift camp they had managed to start making, she had expected no one would find her here. Rage had settled on her bones, dancing with disgust, a symptom of the illusions the girls continued playing with.

For a second, the figure of the man made her think it was Coach, her hand instinctively reaching for her knife. Yet, as he continued walking over, raising his hands, she realized this was a totally different man from who she thought. Her hand remained hovering over the knife as she squinted in confusion.

Who was this man? ...And how had he reached this place? Maybe, her brain was still playing tricks on her.

"Joel," she repeats to herself, incredulous. He truly was someone she did not know... and that somehow worried her even more. But he seemed approachable and, even though he did have a weapon, he didn't seem to want to use it against her... yet. Hesitant, she speaks. "I'm... I'm Shauna."

It feels wrong to throw her name out, like a secret that could crash a plane. Somehow, she had been waiting for him to turn around and spill her deepest regrets, much like the rest of her illusions, the girl looming in her shadow. She tries straightening herself a bit when she nods.

"I'm okay... But you, how come you're here? Did your plane crash? Wait..." To her own thoughts, her heart drops. Excitement mixes with a sense of dread she didn't expect feeling at all. And, soon, she steps back, grabbing her knife and pointing it over at the man out of instinct. "Are you part of the rescue team? Or are you some kind of psycho hunter? Don't lie, I'll notice."

[d1eonthishill]

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        “you  mean  the  group  everyone  around  camp’s  been  talking  about?”  sarah  asked,  palms  resting  on  the  kitchen  counter.  ellie  and  dina  had  run  into  them  on  a  supply  run  weeks  ago.  so  had  a  few  others.  she  was  curious  to  meet  them  and  draw  her  own  conclusions.  see  what  they  were  about.  “making  it  harder  how?"  sarah  sighed.  joel  never  told  her  anything  unless  she  coaxed  the  information  out  of  him  or  begged.

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c o n t i n u e d . . . with @fracturedmiller ft. J A N E && J O E L.

🎶📻 —— "...did you even give me a chance to try?" The question asked plainly, though the answer didn't need to be said. The question, though... Her lips pressed together, eyes looking anywhere but him for a moment, instead on a forgotten bottle of liquor — possibly whisky, brandy, it was rich and brown and distilled. Pouring it within two glasses, blood that belonged to neither of them on the floor. She took a gulp, this wasn't a sipping kind of moment, pushing the other glass towards him. "....not that I don't appreciate it. . . . Thank you. I just..." Gesturing toward the floor, "You know people are going to talk about that, right?" This time her eyes finally meeting his, "And yeah, I think I could've handled it. They were two drunks, Joel. And honestly? I'm not exactly thrilled at the thought of you thinking you need to... I don't know, but, I can hold my own." Pausing a moment, her eyes narrowed as she tilted her head, "Or do you think I can't?"

[doomcomes]

*. The hunt proceeds with @fracturedmiller .

Like a watchful hawk or a hidden owl, Shauna had been watching over the man's sleep ever since his first groan had woken her up. For a moment, she thought he'd attack her or something, that he would snap and strike. No one was safe anywhere in the wilderness...

But she soon discovered something else was going on.

She wasn't privy to the design of his dream but she knew it must have been painful. Despite feeling like it was a gamble, she moved closer to the man in hopes of helping him wake. Only for him to shoot awake by himself. A brush and a sudden movement away... The way he had looked at her for a second, with profound hurt and familiarity, was a clue she had yet to understand. Instead, she focuses on his words once he is sat.

"Said no person who was fine ever..." Shauna responded, tone lightly annoyed, though her concern still decorated the way her eyebrows knit. "You were having a bad dream, right?" The question is almost null with the way she delivers it so quietly.

It is her turn to look somewhere else, uncomfortable in the way she is starting to feel like the invader she is. She shouldn't be here in this camp and yet, she selfishly accepted remaining here, somewhere she was much more welcomed... With someone who had not hurt her, someone who felt strangely warm. It was an odd sensation, like the distant memories of a father who was there for but a second. She doesn't want to think about it too much.

"You don't have to tell me what it was, but it might help to share a bit. Or... you could write it down. I have a journal, you can take a page out. It helps."

[etoilebleu]

@fracturedmiller

“ mr.miller…. “ mia pressed as politely as she could. there he was, attempting to get up out of the hospital bed, as a nurse had frantically came to fetch her to deal with. he’d woken up yesterday, finally becoming more conscious today. the machines had been beeping frantically to sound off that his vitals were escaping from the movement, the doctor silencing it.

she stood just before his bed side, shaking her head. “ you haven’t used those limbs in two years. do you really think it’s a good idea to get out of bed? “ she raised a brow, giving him a playful smile. his visitors had spoke highly of him and his… attitude. so mia was prepared.

“ you’ll fall flat on your face. or worse—crush your face. we have no idea what the strength of your bones looks like. “ fingers drummed against the patient monitor, tilting her head.

“ we could strike a deal. you let me run some tests… depending on those results? I take you to walk around. “ though it was likely going to be just a few step before he’d have to be wheeled around.

[ofginjxints]

closed starter for @fracturedmiller

Grace still had her guard up. She and Sofia hadn't settled anywhere in a very long time. The last time they found themselves in what appeared to be a commune, they ended up being in a cult with the leader who was once welcoming and fair being drunk on power. A lot of the women in the group thought they had no other choice but after months, they mustered up the courage to leave after a long winter.

Sofia had settled in a little after a couple of weeks. She was always more trusting than Grace, even if she was her mother's daughter. But she had grown used to being in the corner of the room at dinnertimes, right up against the wall so she could just observe. Even though it looked and perhaps felt safe, she knew better than to put her trust in people too soon.

She was eating, finally having given in to more than just a few bites for sustenance and allowing herself to indulge in an actual meal when a figure approached her. She stilled, hairs on the back of her neck standing up.

[doomcomes]

Let's look upset like papa (@fracturedmiller ) .

[fxntasmagoria]

@fracturedmiller gets a starter!

Zoe sipped her moscato and looked over the menu. It was a first date and she was nervous. Joel was handsome and even though she was a model, she was pretty sure he was out of her league. " I can't believe I've never been here. Im such a sucker for Italian." She smiled warmly. " I always make my own fresh pasta at home. It's fun to do actually! Do you like to cook?" She asked, making small talk while she decided on what she wanted to order. " Also your wine suggestion is delicious."