#nightshiift

[pantslessoptimism-moved]

@nightshiift​

     “You know, I found out they make space flavored Coke, and no matter how many edibles I take I’ll never be high enough to want to try it.”

[perfectanguish]

@nightshiift​ (kendall) gets a lil thing.

                    Hunched over his desk for yet another three hours, he didn’t hear the door open, not at first. Only when it closed did he look up, pen hovering over paper as to not let the ink bleed through ( wouldn’t look good for the contract and might lead to something else. ) Seeing Kendall brought a smile to his face but it dropped just as quickly as it appeared. “Did I miss a lunch date?” he asked, looking to the clock then the mini calendar on his desk.

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

@nightshiift​

“Oh, terribly sorry.  Didn’t realize anyone was in here. “  

He’d been told the library was for general use, and that for the most part, no one was interested in them.  So with the Captain on deck, he’d not expected anyone to be in there writing. 

[absentmotive]

@awcrudd​ gets a plotted thing go get him stu.

                    There had been some doubt in the beginning. It was natural to doubt something being pulled off like this. Logically thinking, of course, knowing that his days were numbered as a free man. Hell he was surprised he’d gotten away with murder for the last twenty years, living on the outside while his accomplice rotted away in prison. Though he supposed Stu Macher was more than just an accomplice at the end of the day, he’d been his best friend after all. Still, Stu should have known better than to trust a psycho.

Stu was always going to take the fall in the end, a plan that had been put into motion from the very get go. Billy didn’t feel a damn bit sorry for the other. His naïve self was foolish enough to buy into his countless lies and promises, all of which had been broken that night when the police showed up. Self defense, he told them at the hospital, asking if anyone else had survived or if it was just him, really selling it you know. They bought it, of course, and when he was healed up enough he was free to go and he’ll never forget the look on Stu’s face as he was hauled off out of the hospital, the look in his eyes. For a split second he felt a little guilty, but it passed.

Twenty years later and he was still a free man, no longer Billy Loomis. He’d dropped that name and changed it after a year or so of being asked questions about the murders, people showing up at his home. Though he lapped at the attention, he knew the cops were still watching him, or maybe it was just paranoia. Either way, Billy Loomis had to die and make way for Anthony Perkins, a simple man who lived in a little town in Montana. And for the last fifteen years, no one batted an eye at him when he came into town nor did anyone call him.

Until tonight.

He’d heard the phone ringing away as soon as he got out of the truck, brows furrowing as he couldn’t remember the last time anyone had called him. Thinking nothing of it, Billy went inside with his groceries and sat them down, listening to the phone until it stopped ringing. For the moment. Soon it began to ring again, he let out a sigh and grabbed it off the hook.

“Hello?” he asked, nestling it against his shoulder and cheek as he put things away. “Listen, whoever the hell this is, it’s way too fuckin’ late to be callin’ about anything.”

[dxsole]

@nightshiift​ replied: 😼

“...”

“...I don’t know what that look is about but I gotta bad feeling ‘bout it.”

[champagneblond]

@nightshiift

Eloise shifted from her spot on the sofa, watching him wake from his bad dream. Well, that's the main reason she'd stayed. She couldn't leave Rusty alone, she just couldn't. Some relief came from seeing he was alright.

Shaking her head, and smiling. Even reaching out with one hand to rub his back, in her gentle way. "Don't be. You've looked exhausted since this morning." She even ignored the pink forming on her cheeks. "I'd still like to stay, l--look after you. I think this is the longest I've stayed at your place before." Eloise said thoughtfully, glancing around vaguely.

[vyrulent]

semi plotted thing || @nightshiift ( for chad! ) 

THE HOUSE WAS A HELLSCAPE ; Anna absolutely hated it. Being locked within these walls with Tate was a horror. She hadn’t -- and wound never -- forgiven him for what he’d done to her father, regardless of Larry’s own sins to cause such an action. Anna was a daddy’s girl through and through, even in death. 

“What did you want to do before falling into this hell trap?”

She spoke from her lazed position on the lumpy couch. The house was empty for now and they were free to run about without worry of being seen, of being considered thieves. 

“You wouldn’t know it from my attitude and prolific use of cuss words, but I wanted to be a pediatric nurse. It’s what I was going to college for.” 

[murderousbitch]

@nightshiift​ Tiffany gets a special thing.

                     Saving people was a normal thing. Hell it happened almost every night she went out. It didn’t matter what type of person it was, almost always they thought they could handle things themselves until it was too late. There’d been far too many close calls as well, almost another given, and it just made her work that much harder to get to them.

Tonight was no different. She’d been out since the sun set, knowing that the vamps would come out at around the same time if not a little later. Slowly she worked her way through the biggest cemetery of the area, bagging and dusting various vamps. Which was fine, nights like these, when it was nothing but vampires coming out to play and attempting to cause any trouble. They were far more easier to handle and kill than demons. But she really needed to stop tempting the universe, even with her thoughts.

A scream rang through the still night, head whipping to the look in the general direction. There wasn’t much time to waste, her feet falling heavy as she ran across the grounds before finally breaking through the gates. Another shrill scream, one laced in fear, nothing that wasn’t new to her. But once feet finally met pavement, the slayer barreled down the road until she saw a pack of demons.

“Of course it couldn’t be easy...” she huffed, pushing hair out of her face before she closed the distance. “Hey asshole!” she called out, getting the attention of the demons, knife held out as she eyed them, “Why don’t you play with someone your own size.” While they turned their attention on her, Faith looked around until she spotted a head of blonde hair moving away from the action, making her feel a little bit better about the situation ( most just froze and stood there like deer in headlights. )