#stabmacher

[chmerical-a]

❝    death  is  a  part  of  life.  i  accepted  that  a  long  time  ago.    ❞  -  stu  macher  @  indigo  neumann.

𝗚𝗢𝗗,  𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡  𝗢𝗙  𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦  𝗜𝗦  𝗦𝗢  𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗛𝗔𝗭𝗬.  it's  a wonder  go's  managed  to  keep  up  with  this  conversation  as  far as  she  has.  and  it's  not  for  lack  of  caring,  lack  of  interest,  she's far  from  bored.  but  she's  never  really  been  the  philosophical type;  no  space  for  those  heavy  thoughts,  not  when  she's  got experiences  to  have,  moments  to  stay  present  for.  but  what happens  when  the  present  falls  into..  this?  at  least  if  there  were more  people  around,  she  could  just  sit  back,  dance  between zoning  in  and  out,  head  bobbing  along  like  she  actually  gets  it.  

𝘣𝘶𝘵  𝘴𝘩𝘦  𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺  𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵  𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴  𝘴𝘩𝘦?

it's  not  like  her  life's  been  easy  (  𝗙𝗔𝗥,  𝙁𝘼𝙍  𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠  𝗜𝗧, 𝗨𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗬  )  but  death?  not  really  part  of  her  scene  and not  necessarily  something  she  finds  herself  thinking  of  often.  it's a  thought  that  churns  away  at  her  belly,  heavy,  uncomfortable; something  she'll  shove  away,  out  of  sight,  out  of  mind.  but him?  this  acceptance?  he  seems  like  he  means  it  doesn't  he? she  can't  help  but  raise  an  eyebrow  at  him,  lips  pursing  before teeth  finally  graze  her  bottom  lip.  he  really  does,  and  her curiosity  is  piqued.  fine,  she'll  bite,  ❝  sounds  𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺  𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴, my  dude.  you're  tellin'  me  you  got  some  tragic  backstory  or somethin'?  ❞  

with  that,  her  hand  reaches  for  the  pipe  settled  on  the  table, the  other  fishing  for  a  lighter.  a  swish,  a  flick,  a  deep  inhale, and  the  sweet,  sweet  feeling  in  her  lungs.  if  they're  gonna  get heavy,  might  as  well  prep  for  it,  right?    

 ft.    @stabmacher

[freezeher-moved]

@stabmacher !

❛ what's a' matter , stu ? ❜ ethel all but croons , red lips curling upward as she observes the dripping liquid of a matching hue stain her pretty skirt . she's not bothered by it . she'll just have to wash it out later like logan taught her to . ❛ bet'cha didn't think a gal knew her way 'round a knife , did ya' ? ❜ she fakes a pout & hums while looking on the still - bleeding corpse between the two of them , kicks the bottom of his foot . ❛ yeah . neither did he . that surprised look on their face is my favorite part -- you oughta' see yours ! ❜

[fl4y-archived]

❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜

prompt.

         Dark brows are quick to furrow.     ❛❛   What?!   ❜❜     She squawks, baffled by the other's words.      ❛❛   Is it because I'm short?   ❜❜     She demands, her eyes narrowed, her lips in a pout.      ❛❛   Not everyone can be a giant like you, you know.   ❜❜     She's being petulant, her arms crossed over her chest as she glares up at the other, now incredibly annoyed by their height difference. She likes to think she's plenty intimidating... She could probably beat someone up if she had to! Not that she's a violent person, per se... But she could totally do it...      ❛❛   Let's arm wrestle, I'll show you how intimidating I can be.   ❜❜     She's already rolling her sleeve up to her elbow, ready to prove herself right.

[publicabsent]

@stabmacher: ❛  i don't want to waste my time, become another casualty of society.  ❜ / accepting.

she's looking down at her hand-written three-column chart: things she knows are facts, things that she's heard, & things stu has said. (it isn't that she doesn't trust him, but ... well.) "i ... d-don't know if ... s - s-soc-ciet-ty is th - the, um. b-bigg-gest conc-cern. r-r-right n-now." she'd put the apparent serial-&-or-spree killer there. "but i-if th - this is ... uni-inter - terest-ting, then ..." she gestures vaguely & politely to indicate his freedom to go.

[contrariian-archive]

@stabmacher said: ’ my reputation’s on the line. ’

bishop's sympathetic smile doesn't quite reach her eyes, tight with irritation. she interlaces her fingers and rests her clasped hands on the table between them, cocking her head slightly. "you're right, mr. macher. it is. unfortunately, the safety of the people of woodsboro is a little higher on my priority list than your reputation. but if you answer our questions and we clear everything up, you get to go home. no harm, no foul. understood?"

[publicabsent]

@stabmacher: ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  knife  at  receiver . / accepting.

they did always say that curiosity killed the cat. though in this instance she doubts something so inconsequential as satisfaction will bring her back. (call her a pessimist, but she's certain there's no getting out of this one. given her size, the other's size, their possession of a knife, etc.) some small, disengaged part of her mind can't stop the curiosity nagging at her. if she's going to be murdered, maybe she could at least be right about who did it. annette is probably separate from herself right now, not comprehending what is about to occur. "at ... a-at leas-st sh - show your, um. f-fac-ce wh - when you. k-ki - kill me. m'c-cur - curious."

[dotsconnected-a]

@stabmacher said: ’ am i more than you bargained for yet? ’

lounging on her motel bed, twirling the cord around her finger, philomena's answering laugh could almost be called a cackle. "more 'n i bargained for? you wish!" she's done her research on ghostface. not what she's in woodsboro for—rumor is this motel is haunted, not that she's seen anything yet—but it's good to keep up with the news. and lucky her! the local serial killer's given her a call. untwisting her finger, she instead retrieves one of her knives from the bedside table, twirling it deftly as she grins widely. "y'think all i deal with 's hauntings? that i'm easy pickings? i'm a one-woman mystery inc. 'cept with a lot more fighting for my life."

[spiritdreamt]

@stabmacher said: ❛ in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me. ❜

CORDLESS PHONE PRESSED TIGHT to her ear with one hand, the other clutches a bat from her mother's baseball days as she shoves herself further into the corner of her bedroom. "i d-don't see why i should trust you." why did her parents have to pick this weekend to go out of town? when there's a killer on the loose? she'd be angry if she wasn't so scared. the odds are she's being lied to—but what if she's not? it seems like she's fucked either way, and if there's one thing percy hates, it's feeling trapped or—ironically—backed into a corner. "why would—why would you tell me the truth?"