#stalkcd

[nervousleader]

@stalkcd || from X

His hands reached out and took her by the shoulders. "Focus on me. Focus on my voice, okay Laurie? I'm real. I'm here. It's just you and me right now. He's not with us right now. He's not here. I'm here."

Dwight pushes the hair from her pale and frightened face. His hands cup her face, trying to pull her attention to him. "Come on, you're stronger than this. You can snap out of it."

[goblinmuses]

Oh He's definitely not happy about this, in fact he's a bit pissed over it. Not that he'd let it show in his voice or tone though. "Got one over on ol' Ghostface have you? pat yourself on the back girly....just wait until the next trial we share~"

[johnnysslaughter]

@stalkcd

That tiny feeling is too easy to ignore by self-doubt and endless excuses: whether inner prejudices, misconceptions, reading too much into details, letting her own demons free over any stranger even remotely catching her off guard. Sometimes someone merely approaching her was enough.

But... What an odd thing to say, she thinks. The small exchange between them. Then, this, what could be a mere statement. Laurie processes the words, still and in silence. A little too long not to radiate a level of uncertainty or suspicion. She had become too cautious outside, an outcast, unsure and too self-aware how to interact with the world that hadn't felt safe for a while. She inhales deep and heavy, through the nose. "Oh, yeah?" Exposed teeth with a tight grin, and a chuckle at the end of the response. Fitting expressions for slight amusement - or, nervousness. The green hues have been tracking and scanning him the entire time, but only once in a while she makes a proper contact to the darker pair. He is right, observant: her chest feels heavier, and she tries the best to ignore it. " You can tell just by looking, huh? So, h o w has it changed?"

how dark eyes fixate, nearly unblinking. the statement comes from his mouth in some morbid humor, one that holds truth -- johnny can smell it. there's always been something 'bout FEAR, 'bout NERVOUSNESS that changes one's heart. the pool of sweat, occasionally, gave it away. this girl? she was not as easy to read, but he can smell it. the corners of his lips turn upward, to something seemingly polite. at least, it was, to johnny.

❛ weeeeeell, ❜ johnny starts in a sing-song voice, eyes squinting as he gives a look over, again. ❛ as humans do, a person likes to sweat when their heartrate increases. body odor, even when pleasant, can give it away, ❜ johnny speaks, simply. experience. ❛ sweating is a natural response to the change. weakness, fatigue ... those are more signs. i've seen some go pink in their pretty lil cheeks, too, ❜ on cue, his smile widens. cheeky to match the discussion. johnny's head cocks to the side, his facial features relaxing.

❛ just some things i've picked up when talkin' to people, ❜ a pause, he lets out a soft laugh. breathy. barely exists, if you don't listen close enough. ❛ you don't notice? or are ya just not the type? ❜

[anthologicals]

I bet you're as dead afraid as I am, right?"

fingers  tug  gentle  over  the  thin,  silver  chain  necklace  around  his  throat,  tracing  the  outline  of  the  glass  at  the  midsection.  he  never  wanted  anyone  to  see  him  like  this.  sad.  vulnerable-  pathetic.  but  he  couldn't  help  himself.  not  when  it  came  to  the  past–  afraid?  hell  yeah,  he  was.  to  find  that  love  again.  for  anything  to  happen  to  laurie.  he  never  wanted  that  gorgeous  smile  to  fade  if  he  could  help  it.

so  he  grins,  teeth  and  all,  and  bears  it.  a  chuckle  in  response,  then  a  muscular  arm  curved  behind  the  small  of  @stalkcd  waist  to  pull  her  closer.  fingers  thread  through  her  thick  blond  hair  when  he  looks  into  her  eyes. ❝ baby, you're in better hands than ya were before. ya  know  i'd  never  let  anything  happen  to  ya,  right?    ❞

[ferociiumarchive]

« file name: strode, laurie » @stalkcd

Danny was nothing but attentive when it came to his research, ever so careful to make sure he got even the most obscure details, the ones people tried to keep hidden away, locked somewhere safe, be their minds or inside a safe.  Nothing passed undiscovered when he had his sight on something, even all those personal documents hidden away in Dr. Loomis' house were rather easy to gather, there were just a couple of missing pieces, or rather details.  And then again hearing something from one directly involved was always interesting, except this one seemed to enjoy being elusive, not that it came as a surprise.

Her words almost earning a chuckle from him, however he found himself giving a shake of his head, even if the gesture was impossible to be seen through the phone.  " Jed Olsen.  But Jed is just fine. "  Ah, his trusted alias, the life he lived according to everyone he had ever met.  The fingers of his free hand drumming against his thigh when he leaned back against his armchair.

" That's the thing, "  A short pause, considering his own next words.  " Papers tend to take quite the few liberties with their narratives, most of the times they just go after something for the shock value it holds or. . . for morbid curiosity. "  Well, he knew a thing or two about the latter but she didn't need to know that.  " And I've become wary of trusting anything written in magazines or papers even if it might seem a little hypocritical given how I'm a journalist myself, albeit a freelance one.  So there isn't anyone dictating what I write other than the ones involved, especially when I know how it feels like. "  He grew silent then, letting his last words hang in the air.

[leadxxr]

🌹: What are weird things they start to do once they’ve developed a crush?

@stalkcd | ACCEPTING !!

When Dweet is crushin' on someone, he fidgets a LOT more than his normal generalized anxiety makes him. He's got a LOT of tells.... He plays with his hoodie sleeve, bites at his nails much more frequently, absently chews on his bottom lip, his generally tame stutter gets worse, he fumbles over his words, rubs the back of his neck a lot, and is always swallowing a lump in his throat. Ironically, he also generally makes a habit of keeping as much distance as possible between them. He's a nervous bean who doesn't want to come across as creepy in any respect so he usually just keeps it to himself because Dwight genuinely doesn't ever expect feelings to be requited. In fact, he automatically assumes that they aren't.

[goblinmuses]

► command: Ghostface, delete all your photos of me ( regards, Laurie )

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

Oh there is a sinister chuckle from under his mask. "Oh little Laurie, you wont really have me delete all the photos I've taken of you, right~?"

He does eventually take out his camera with a heavy sigh, making sure she can see him deleting the photos. Sure this is...annoying for him...

But....he'll see this as an opportunity to take better pictures in the very...very near future.

[rxgxlbullxt]

" at least it wasn't me this time. " (from mid time-line since she's bold and no bs danger in her 30-40s)

His laugh is surprisingly full of mirth at her comment. Luck is such a peculiar thing - so impossible to factor and yet the driving force of some peoples whole existence. "You speak like you dodge many bullets."