#mglockdown

[jackie-abbott]

Oh. You're just gonna..

You're just going to sit down, without asking. Okay go ahead. 

[katchley]

There's No One There but the Devil and I || Self-Para

Word Count: 444 Summary: Kristopher struggles with his own urges to murder and kill everyone crammed into the high school cafeteria. Because fuck you, that's why. 

Kristopher Atchley sat on the roof of Bentley Memorial High. Despite all their efforts to keep everyone contained in the cafeteria, Kris had somehow managed to sneak past the supposedly ‘capable’ guards and snuck through the kitchen and up the fire escape. Forget about safety and security – the boy needed a fuckin’ cigarette. He was surprised more people weren’t cracking down; he knew he wasn’t the only smoker in Bentley.

Taking a cigarette out of his half empty pack, Kris lit it with a single flick of his lighter. The smoke inhaled into his lungs provided the most relieving feelings – but it wasn’t enough. All of this murder and death, it was triggering. He didn’t know how else to describe it to himself. Of course, he had to do everything he could t stay on the straight and narrow, but how was he expected to do something like that when murder and death were everywhere he looked? The itch was becoming too much; he needed to scratch it.

After spending a month and a half in juvenile for his delinquent behavior, one would think the boy would have learned by now. But an addiction was an addiction and his urges were just the same. Even more so, the fact that these so-called ‘authorities’ seemed to think that cramming everyone into the fucking cafeteria would keep the hysteria down was outright ridiculous. If anything, it increased the panic and put everyone on edge. And for someone like Kristopher, it made him want to rip out every throat of every single asshole in that room.

Filling his lungs with smoke once more, Kristopher imagined how he would kill a person in this situation. It would be so easy – everyone would just blame it on the self-proclaimed Puppeteer. Hell, Kristopher had to admire the guy’s work. Everything was set up so precisely and well thought out – clearly this guy had done his homework. He was a real psychopath. Those were rare. Kristopher had thought at one point that maybe he was the only one who appreciated murder for what it really was – art.

Allowing his mind to flash through the various scenarios of how he might just be able to get away with murder in such a situation – walls splattered with blood, his camera at his side to document, the beautiful sound of a death rattle. He only allowed the thoughts for a second before he shut them off with a drag of his cigarette. For now he could control it, but how much longer would that last? Would the lockdown be called off before his self-control melted away? Or would his urges overpower him once more?

[ella-dunn]

...

[ Having allowed herself to fade whilst the others were ushered out and all taken into the caff, Ella watched in her misty form as the people grew restless, the rumors flying and the truth coming in different forms, all making her cold heart chill further. She formed quietly in a corner, away from prying eyes and took a step forward, questioning the closest person to her, perhaps for clarification .. perhaps it was just to comfort herself.]

Sorry .. what happened .. I've heard rumors, and I'm not sure what to trust .. why are we in here now?

[malcom-rasmus]

Relax, Malcom...

Just relax... Breathe, breathe, breath....

[katchley]

Kristopher sat at a vacated table in the corner of the cafeteria, flicking through a randomly selected app on his phone. He hadn't seen James since they'd all been herded into the cafeteria of Bentley Memorial High like a bunch of fuckin' cows. Kris rolled his eyes at the thought. 

"They can't keep track of a fuckin' murderer even when the whole population of Bentley is crammed into this tiny ass high school." He muttered under his breath. 

Just as he said it, he felt someone brush up against him. Dropping his phone effortlessly to the table, he turned to face the unknown intruder of his own private mumbling. Raising a brow, Kris waited - rather impatiently - for some sort of apology. 

"Uh.. What the fuck?" 

[ella-dunn]

Team 11 | Open Para

    Being ushered into the cold room was more than enough to make Ella begin to panic, the nerves beginning at the back of her mind, pushing it's way forward as she was equally as pushed forth with the others in her 'team'.     The room was bare, not even their bags were there ... She'd overheard others happily talking about what they had in their rooms but they .. had nothing .. The nervous guard put her even more ill at ease.     All Ella wanted was Evan .. she needed her husband so much in that moment as she felt so small and vulnerable despite her ghostly advantage. But all she could do was breath out his name as her eyes widened.     Still to keep the peace she stood in side the room, hands tight fists at her sides as she turned to the door, not expecting for it just to be slammed shut directly in her face. There was no explanation, nothing, just four people shut away in a room for god knows how long .. and she already felt faint. If she faded whilst in there .. well that would certainly cause a thrill, something she did not want. She needed a plan of action .. they needed said plan .. but first she had to win them and get her nerves and fear in control. Turning back to the people, Ella stood there silent for a moment before trying to smile at the others.

[doll-like-vi]

Team 5

P-Please stop yelling a-at each other.. 

[violetfoxglove]

You know

I'm pretty sure someone in this god, forsaken place got me sick. Fantastic.