#p0ssessed

[daemondaesed]

@p0ssessed asked: “You ever think about frogs?” [ sam pls stop ]

For the next few seconds, Cherry is speechless. Her eyes never stray from Sam. Slowly, her nose wrinkles, and she begins to pull her head back until an extra chin appears. "What is wrong with you?" She starts to lean back now, as far as she can, while keeping her feet glued to the floor. Then, she laughs. "Obviously, I think about frogs. They're frogs!" Her arms swing passionately out to each side, suggestive of the sheer enormity of her love for frogs. "They've got hee-yuuuge smiles, and if they're not happy, they're hoppy. My brain could probably run on frog power. Don't wanna meet anyone who doesn't think about frogs. Bad people, prob'ly. Like, evil, but they don't even know it yet."

[grimfate]

@p0ssessed​ says :  ‘ where are you taking me? ’ 

        this  isn't  like  him  ,  and  it  nags  relentlessly  at  the  back  of  his  brain  ,  reminds  him  that  he's  always  flown  solo.    this  island  has  become  his  sanctuary  ,  a  comforting  home  he  always  seemed  to  lack.    to  let  someone  into  its  depths  ,  to  reveal  the  secrets  he's  spent  so  many  years  and  so  much  money  trying  to  perfect    —    it's  dangerous.    unpredictable.    and  he  doesn't  like  unpredictable.  

        perhaps  that's  why  he  developed  such  an  obsession  with  animatronics.    if  he  were  ever  featured  on  one  of  those  dime  a  dozen  true  crime  specials  ,  one  might  theorize  that  he  felt  more  at  ease  around  robotic  ,  computerized  parts  than  living  beings  ,  all  because  they  were  predicatable.    barring  any  glitches  or  defective  parts  ,  you  always  knew  what  to  expect.    no  irrationality  ,  no  erratic  movements.    no  violent  mood  swings.  

        but  that's  a  theory  for  another  day.    at  present  ,  he's  questioning  himself  with  every  step  he  takes  further  into  the  depths  of  his  castle  ,  the  young  woman  in  tow.    normally  ,  he  might  have  a  little  fun  with  her  ,  or  if  he's  feeling  merciful  ,  kill  her  on  the  spot    —    but  there's  something  about  her  that  bothers  him.    something  in  her  eyes  that's  strangely  familiar  ,  an  emptiness  filled  by  someone  else  entirely.    an  unseen  entity  that  consumes  waking  thought  and  dreams  alike  ,  moves  your  limbs  like  a  marionette.  

        he  stops  rather  abruptly  in  a  dimly-lit  room  ,  walls  lined  with  shelves  and  boxes  full  of  scrap  metal  and  electronic  bits.    a  corpse  is  propped  up  in  a  doctor's  chair  ,  seated  in  the  middle  of  the  room  ,  its  flesh  torn  and  jagged  atop  bits  of  exposed  wiring  and  plating.    it's  the  first  time  he's  come  across  someone  that  he  feels  might  understand  his  work.    perhaps  even  appreciate  it.    and  if  she  doesn't?    if  ,  after  this  enormous  leap  of  trust  he's  suddenly  heaved  onto  her  unwitting  shoulders  ,  she  should  find  it  alarming  and  try  to  run?    well  .  .  .  her  death  would  be  far  from  swift  ;  he'd  see  to  that.  

        dark  eyes  study  her  intently  ,  a  predator  simultaneously  observing  its  prey  and  waiting  for  its  approval.  

[hcllowcd]

　　　　@p0ssessed sent: 80. (still accepting)

　　　　« This would look so good on you! » Holding another dress in front of Sam, that was maybe the tenth she’d been hoarding in her hands just waiting to see her friend trying them on. Pretending that everything was okay was probably one of things Heather was the most talented at — pretending like she hadn’t become an orphan less than a year ago —, yet for once her smile was genuine as she looked at the other. Focusing on such frilly things instead than on the emptiness in her house helped, and pampering a friend was sometimes more satisfying than therapy. Just girls doing girly stuff, the only risk being Sam spending the whole afternoon trying on clothes she’d suggested her.

　　　　« I think you should wear powder pink more often, it brings out your eyes. Maybe we should find some shoes that can go with this dress. » Taking note of it in her long list of things they had to buy before going home — or before the store closed —, Heather handed the other the dress and started walking to the opposite side of the shop. « When are you going on that blind date, again? If they’re ugly or talk with their mouth full feel free to call me. »  

[hcllowcd]

　　　　@p0ssessed sent: 029. (still accepting)

　　　　House parties were one of her favourite things — but parties around a campfire where even better than that. The music and the breeze, the taste of marshmallows on her lips… Heather sat down next to her friend with two skewers in her hands and feet aching from all the dancing. A joint carefully placed behind her ear, she breathed in the night air and smiled all satisfied. That was the reason why she loved summer.

　　　　« Ehy, I took one of these for you. » Passing one of the marshmallow skewers to Sam, she proceeded to light up her joint — not the first she’d had that night, although the other had been shared with some random guy that had told her stories about the sea and the boat he shared with a weird uncle named Kent. Everything really sounded more interesting once you had some sweet smoke in your lungs and an handsome face telling you the story. What was his name again? Heather had lost him in the crowd and already forgot his existence entirely. « What’s up? »

[grihm-a]

ANSWERED ASK for : @p0ssessed ❛ I was just looking for someone who could see what I see. Feel what I feel.❜

♱˖ ─── IT WAS WITHIN MOMENTS OF CROSSING paths with Sam that Shiloh’s interest had been completely enraptured by her existence. Grim and beautiful, harrowing and gentle, nefarious and good… The chaos that was woven together to create the fabric of such an enigmatic soul had caught her attention and drawn her to it with a force that was almost magnetic. But besides the genuine curiosity that had invested her in the mystery, there was also a strong sense of EMPATHY and a familiar resonance that guided her path. The scars that covered the other’s soul shared an odd but unmistakable semblance with the scars on her own, and despite the hurt that she felt deep within her chest for her, there was also some relief in knowing that she wasn’t alone.

            ❛ I was just looking for someone who could see what I see. Feel what I feel.❜

             From her spot on the couch, with her feet tucked comfortably beneath her, Shiloh nodded. ❝ I know, ❞ she answered, almost SOLEMNLY as she took a moment to mull over the words. They hit home. It was strange; she’d only just met her a handful of days ago, and already it felt as though she could tell her ANYTHING. The similarities that they shared in the category of trauma were almost uncanny; completely different and yet the same. She couldn’t remember the last time that she’d opened up to someone that was made of flesh and BLOOD, but she knew, unequivocally, that nothing in the past could have ever compared to what she’d just stumbled into with Sam. The affinity in their connection was almost cathartic.

            ❝ It gets lonely sometimes when it’s just you and the company in your head…❞ That was putting it lightly. ❝ I used to tell myself that it was something that I could shake, like… I could get used to it. But I don’t think that we're wired that way. As humans, I mean. ❞ Shiloh shook her head as she picked at the FRAYED edges of the hole in the knee of her jeans as she spoke, chocolate eyes studying the strings of fabric. ❝ Most of us need dumb shit like human connection, and support, and blah blah blah. ❞ She rolled her eyes sarcastically, a smile beginning to grace the soft curve of her lips as her attention fell back onto Sam.

            The brunette offered the cant of her head and the shrug of one shoulder before her demeanor SOFTENED a little, a small pause following. ❝ I didn’t think there was anyone else like me. I’ve never really been able to talk to anyone like this. Not in a way that they could, like… get me, you know? It’s nice. Kinda weird, but... nice. ❞ Her nose crinkled with the arc of a bigger smile. ❝ I guess it’s true what they say: misery loves company. ❞

[whitcwidcw]

　　　　@p0ssessed sent: LAUGH.

　　　　A genuine laugh escaped Yelena’s lips, an extremely uncommon sound considering the situation she was in. With blood spilling from that tiny cut on her leg, the former widow kept laughing and not caring about how angry the demon-girl looked in front of her. She was trying her best, Yelena was gonna give her that — considering that Samantha had no training, she was even exceeding expectations, in a way. Sure, the way she was holding that knife was all wrong, and the rage in her eyes looked more like some serial killer mask… But at least she wasn’t running. At least, she was fighting back.

　　　　« Wanna try again? » Yelena had moved out of the way so easily that small scratch had pretty much been the only point of contact between their bodies. Hands behind her back, the widow was dancing like water in the air, letting the other lunge at her only to dodge the last second. It was part of training, teaching Sam how she had to focus and think before acting out of adrenaline alone. « You’re breathing like a mammoth… When’s the last time you worked out, Sam? »

[whitcwidcw]

　　　　@p0ssessed sent: DAZE.

　　　　It’d been fairly easy to get to that point, Yelena had actually been surprised about how little effort it’d taken her to subdue Samantha and take her there. The small dirty house she’d chosen to interrogate her was really nothing special, a place like many others she’d chosen for the sole reason that there was no-one living around there. There was no need to create chaos, no reason to hurt the other unless her interrogatory went the wrong way. Valentina had warned her about that girl being a risk for everyone’s safety, but after years serving the wrong organization Yelena knew better than to believe her boss blindly. She was going to judge for herself — maybe, at the end, she was even going to let her go back home like nothing ever happened.

　　　　« Good morning, princess. » Sat on a dusty sofa, eyes calm but fixated on the other, Yelena waited for the girl to wake up, wondering if that was the day she was finally going to meet a demon. She had fought a lot of bad things in her life, killed a lot of bad people… But it was the first time she found herself facing a supernatural creature. Playing with fire had never felt more interesting. « Relax, I tied you down just out of precaution. »

[eldritchblcst]

　　　　@p0ssessed sent: ❝Let me drive you home.❞ ( @ chrissy )

　　　　A flat tire wasn’t the end of the world, and walking wasn’t something she despised even after a two hours long cheerleading practice. She could’ve asked Jason to drive her home — the guy, Chrissy knew, had probably just finished practicing with the basketball team —, but after breaking up she didn’t feel like it was the best idea to bother the guy. The last time she’d found herself alone in a room with him, the fight they’d had was epic to say the least. Funny how the phrase “We should remain friends” managed to achieve the exact opposite result.

　　　　Her bike betraying her trust was probably the last one in a long list of concerns she was trying to deal with lately. Nothing compared with a near-death experience and monsters from nightmares turning out to be a real thing in Hawkins. No wonder Chrissy was so lost in her overthinking when the car approached, to the point that she jolted when realising she wasn’t alone anymore.

　　　　« Mh? » Maybe that wasn’t the kindest reply she could give to someone offering help. The girl inside the car she knew only by name, but it was more the need to avoid bothering someone that instinctively made Chrissy shake her head. « Oh, don’t worry, I… I don’t live that far, actually. » Only at the other side of town, no big deal.