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5’5” and a half ........

send your muse’s height.

[huntcomplex]

𝐇𝐄  𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ;  still refining adrian as an alias.   danny’s stance shifts multiple times before he settles on something that he feels works.   adrian’s a private guy so his shoulders curve inwards, keeping him cocooned from the surrounding world.  his head’s bowed, minding his own business despite danny being wholly aware of every inhale and exhale taking place nearby.   

he’s parked outside the high school, noting down important information  -  specifically any talk about sidney prescott.   he’s watching for her, in fact.  from a safe distance, though he wonders whether she’d be attending school this early after the murders.   𝚒𝚝’𝚜  𝚝𝚘𝚘  𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑  𝚘𝚞𝚝.   highly likely every local reporter is seeking to feast on her vulnerability like a ravenous vulture.  he can wait.  it’ll be worth it, in the long run.   

danny’s aware of a lingering presence.   someone off to his right, their gaze burning a metaphorical hole through him.   his jaw clenches, finishing up the notes in his journal before his gaze flicks over to them.

        “ you need somethin’, kid ? ”   he’s got an accent  -  the same one he’s been practising for the last week.   an impersonation of the real adrian,  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐚  𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲 ;  southern drawl eerily perfected.   “ ‘s not polite t’ stare. ”

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“ oh - you’re way too fuckin’ baby faced to think that you’re hot shit. are the requirements for getting sucked into this hell just having a knife and ill intent ? ”

                he says it like he’s BETTER than you - years of experience help with the confidence. he’s never been very good at telling human age - but fresh from the flock, he assumes this one is. ripe, just learning to fly, and already so violent. n’aeght speaks of the realm as if it’s both a prison and an exclusive club at the same time, bitter, making no effort to sugarcoat his belligerency. part of him murmurs quietly in protest - picking fights in a place you can’t die is a game for fools, and he should seek to make a friend - but at the same time, what better place to poke and prod, than somewhere you can’t be killed ?

“ i’m sorry. ” he says, very obviously not sorry. “ that was mean. can’t underestimate the old, ‘ getting stabbed over and over again ’. ”

[ghostlived]

(  @ghostfaked​  𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 : ❝  ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴜꜱ — ❞  haha ......... unless  )

        annoyance  briefly  greets  her  face  like  the  sharp     ʙɪᴛᴇ     of  a  frigid       winter’s  breeze .       ❛  don’t  tell  me  you’re  𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳 ,  ❜    said  mockingly      as  she  lets  out  a  laugh  of  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟  ,  pointedly  gazing  at  them  with     the  lift  of  a  brow .          ❛   ——  they  catch  us  ,  we  take  care  of  it      ,          𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖙  𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒  𝖚𝖕  .  .  .  𝙴 𝙰 𝚂 𝚈 .  ❜          a  click  of  her  tongue  reiterates  the      final  word  ,  corners  of  her  black - smeared  lips  curling  into  a  sly  grin .