#jed-the-newspaperguy

[juliesback]

@jed-the-newspaperguy

It was supposed to be a fun outing, a 'bonding activity' courtesy of the Entity themselves. Something to ease the spirits, allow people to relax and get to know each other in a more amicable environment-

And somehow that little rat bastard of a reporter managed to turn it into a literal nightmare.

A corn maze, it should have been such a simple, boring activity, but it seemed Jed was out to exceeded expectations. Things had started out normal, traversing through the rows of corn with little to no issue, but as the twists and turns began to become more disorienting, she noticed a certain someone being particularly absent. It was only when she attempted to speak to the other killer did she realize she was talking to a wall: or rather, he abandoned her. The realization would hit her like a truck, and almost immediately would her mood sour.

That fucker had just left her in here.

Despite her keen hunting instincts, it still took what felt like hours before she emerged at the end of the maze, free from the corn-enclosed-hell. She was fuming, gaze searching in an attempt to locate Jed, though she came up short. Whether blinded by her own rage or genuinely unable to see him, she didn't know, but she knew she could get her answers from someone else. Making a b-line for the closest person, she hoisted them up off the ground by their collar; a random survivor she didn't recall the name of.

"Where the fuck is he?!"

Of course, the person was confused, bringing forth an agitated huff as she further clarified. She described the Ghost Face as best she could, curses and insults spoken in between the important details. When the impromptu interrogation led nowhere, she would drop them unceremoniously and stomp off in search of him.

She was going to kick his ass the next time she saw him.

[ebonyan-meori]

"Fluffy boy. You can maximal have 3 presents. What do you wish for?"

@jed-the-newspaperguy

"I'm fine with anything, ignore my thought bubble"

He lied like a liar

"what can you even get around here? are you making entity deals for gifts? maybe i should do the same, what would YOU like in return?"

[mixtapejunkie]

Send 📱 to receive a text from my muse.

@jed-the-newspaperguy

"You want me to come over so we can play? You can be the mean killer and I'll be your helpless victim <3"

[greentrailjacket]

Jacke happens to hear a faint chuckle behind him. As he turns he finds a strangely clothed ghostface. "My buddy had been talking about you. Say what do you wish for christmas, Jake? Soap?"

@jed-the-newspaperguy

The feeling of his neck hair standing on end is one he’s long since used to. Standing from his crouched position on the ground as he turned, abandoning his project of wires. Regarding the other coldly, however eyeing the festive apparel of this ghostface with a sense of faint curiosity.

At the comment he has to keep from rolling his eyes.

“For killers to stop taking interest in my washing habits.” Jake all but amuses. Practically growling under his breath at the Killer.

@jed-the-newspaperguy

[bloodshedaria]

Chase - to start chasing my muse

@jed-the-newspaperguy

Oh my~☆

He was being chased? How fun...

The Popstar had noticed the other approaching him and he took a few meandering turns through the garden to test his theory. He wasn't going to run. When it was clear the other was after him he pretended to not notice still, waiting for them to approach and then turning sharply with a drawn knife of his own slashing at the other.

"Tsk, tsk. You should be more polite than chasing after a crush~♡ What do you want, to chase me down like this??"

[wanderingsongbird]

🎁 + [ A knife and a warm fluffy red coat ]

@jed-the-newspaperguy

OH! A coat! The songbird slipped it on, happily sinking into it. Being warm was a luxury a tank top did not afford. And she was too stubborn to get anything from the Entity if she did not have to.

Kate blinked at the gifted knife, but didn't see a coin in the box. After several frantic pats to her pockets, she found a coin. She'd found it so long ago, and the face of it was scratched deeply. It was from a time she wasn't particularly proud of, but she knew that Jed could use it. And while old wives tales probably didn't pertain to denizens of the Fog, she still knew that you were supposed to give the gifter a coin back to "buy" the knife as to not have any sort of bad luck.

The coin was put in his hand, and she curled his fingers around it. "Thank you for both. Guess that means I won't be stealin' your coat anymore, mm?"

[jakebark]

Jed is still lost in the gardens after chasing Kate. He doesn't even know where the ballrooms are and try to perhaps use his animal nose to find the way back. He doesn't feel like getting butchered at the gardens. But at the same time... Bass promised freedom to the person who find the right mask.

Maybe he should try to hunt someone down. I mean the worst that could happen is dying painfully but Jed would make sure to make if quick by fighting back or even murder the other aswell.

Still walking through the greens he catch a bloody smell. The question is.. is it a hunter or a woundet victem. He doesn't want to risk it and slowly approach the smell.

@jed-the-newspaperguy

The actual plants in the garden provided something nice about the location selected for the actual hunts; they provided good cover, both to hide him and his tracks. It was because he’d snuck away into some thicker foliage that Jake had managed to slip from a pursuing killer that he’d gotten into it with. He hadn’t even really caused this one—mostly. It was largely a side effect of the way he retreated to the gardens more than the quiet rooms, not because of the potential of being hunted there, but in spite of it.

The injury wasn’t a terrible one, as far as they went. A blade had dug deep into his left leg, in the calf, and it had stained the pinstriped pants he wored from just below the knee all the way down to his shoes, which had since filled with a grossly uncomfortable amount of blood. He’d staunched the bleeding with a makeshift tourniquet made from his necktie and a torn sleeve of his jacket, but he was still injured, and had a ways to go before he would reach the ballroom.

Not only that, but he had to stay off the main paths. It was too likely to find a killer there, and even one that might not otherwise attack him might see him for what he was—wounded prey—and go for the opportunity. And while Jake had been lucky the first time, his luck tended to run out fast and hard. He stayed near the edges of the path, occasionally shortcutting through the plants themselves, alert and on guard with his focus constantly flickering from one thing to another, just in case.

And it was a wise choice. He heard someone before he saw them, and immediately Jake was tense, ready to run at a moment’s notice. Who the hell?

[ask-the-scrapper]

"Smile for the camera!"

@jed-the-newspaperguy

"Get that outta my face-"