frightmeister asked:
❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜
"We wouldn't want that, would we Joshy?" She was teasing of course, maybe now wasn't the time for that... A small tilt of her head, as she moved closer to him. Fingers moving to tap at his temple gently. "What are you even thinking about? -- Maybe you should try some breathing exercises? Do some yoga? I hear the downward dog does wonders." Jess was trying to be there for him, in her own way. Was it working? She wasn't entirely sure.. "... Seriously Josh, what's going on?"
frightmeister asked:
❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜
Inhaling deeply, as her eyes fluttered closed. Taking in more than just the view. The smells, the sounds. She could appreciate the way the birds chirped, the songs they sung. The melody almost bouncing off the mountains. If you weren't paying attention you might actually miss how beautiful it was. How effortlessly it went with the sight before them.
"Beautiful. Close your eyes Josh."
It probably sounded like an outrageous request, but if he was open minded he'd do more than see the beauty surrounding them.
me in my hcs: Em really wants to be around someone who is on the same wavelength as her
@frightmeister in their maniac verse: em. quit your internship. come and larp saw with me
That was cheesy, but it still managed to make Julie crack a smile. “Wow, have you been waiting to use that one?” It was almost endearing, in a very cheesy way. She paused momentarily, debating before opening her mouth again, “Is your name Freddy? Because you’ve been running through my dreams all night.” One of her favorites. A laugh left her lips as she shook her head slightly. “You know what? I like you.” He amused her, something that did not always happen.
@frightmeister said: “You must be a zombie, you’re drop-dead gorgeous.”
meme | accepting
frightmeister asked:
❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜
"Just like old times." She agreed, as she made her way over to him. Hands moving to rest upon her hips, as she took everything in. It was weird, the two of them working together. She was wary for a long time, it probably took her longer than the others to forgive him -- to get over that night. If she were being honest, she still wasn't over it. "I'm surprised you asked me for help... I mean, I get it, i'm perfect for just about anything -- but you know." She shrugged, yes, most of that confidence was an act at this point.
planning out a dual maniac au with @frightmeister and thinking about how the whole deal with Em being involved could lead to authorities thinking she's inventing the monsters etc to distract from her and Josh's uh... hijinks, let's call them, and how that would only further serve to isolate her...
The interviewer's eyes flicker away from her and down to the paper in front of him. "We're just wondering about you and Josh."
A rush of adrenaline surges through her. He's alive- he's alive! A weight lifts away from her that she didn't know she was carrying. "Josh? Wait, wait, you found him?"
"When we interviewed him he mentioned a 'producer', and then you, Emily. Do you know anything about that?"
Producer. Shit. "Oh my God." For fuck's sake- but seriously? Right now? Are they stupid?
"It's- listen, Josh needs someone to keep him from doing stupid things, alright? And I did that- I made sure he didn't do anything stupid. God knows what he would've done if I hadn't been there."
"From what we've seen from a preliminary search of the lodge and Josh's testimony, it sounds like the two of you had a 'plan' to scare everyone with-"
"No." Emily shakes her head. "No, no, no- do not listen to him. He's- he's not okay, you do know that, right?" The rest of her is shaking now, too. She could laugh at how insane this all is. "Are you seriously going to listen to a guy- who thinks the best way to deal with his sisters dying is to stage his own death in front of his friends- over me? I'm not the one walking in circles talking to herself!"
For once, there's silence between herself and the interviewer. The look in his eyes changes.
"Aren't the sisters missing, Emily?" The interrogator asks.
