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FOR EVERY @ I GET, I’LL TAG SOMEONE I LOVE.
i’m tagging you, @staticdrowned ! you’re by far one of the bestwriters i have ever gotten to play against, and your dedication toall of your character, and understanding, is something i admire.you’re super adorkable and fun to see on the dash!! you mademy time with jessica super fun, and always tempt me into bringingthat babe back !!
the last thing jessica could remember was being told to escape. jay’s words had offered HOPE to her. a way out of the motel by their own free will. however, by way of worlds, a reminder was given. her free will was no longer hers & more importantly, no longer FREE. taken. from one confinement to the next. again, she awakes unbound. unable to account for passage of time. this is nothing new. her own feeble weakness are her chains. physical bindings no match for the number stress has dealt on her. just a doll in whatever psycho scheme. ❝ what have you done ? ❞ her words are aimed for the figure in the distance. her mind, lacking information, will blame EVERYTHING on that figure. ❝ what IS this ? you can’t just ... just take people ! ❞ she means to be shouting it, but she’s just so tired. just so drained.
@staticdrowned.
“ rest in peace to my boyfriend, brian, he ain’t dead .. yet. just dead to me. ”
Welcome to the Salty Spittoon, How salty are you?”
❛ Mongo has strict orders. But Mongo knows when disrespected. Will not tolerate.
❛ Mongo not like being bossed or pushed by not Masters. Master not do that. Because Mongo is a good boy.
❛ Mongo supposed to obey Collective. But sometimes, Observer pushes his luck.
❛ So Mongo nibbles at Boardwalk. Boardwalk made of specific fabrics. Like time or space. It’s easy to eat. Not very tasty. But Mongo endures.
❛ Observer takes care of Boardwalk. Administrator obsessed with clean. So when Mongo eats Boardwalk, Observer looks sloppy. Observer gets in trouble with Master.
❛ I don’t like Observer. ❜
🔨 :D
Alex fell flat on his back, clutching his knee like a child who fell on the playground. Brian’s swing had missed his head, but it had shattered his kneecap. His ruined flesh shot waves of pain up his spine. He shouted and cursed, but nothing made the searing agony fade.
he was utterly at the other’s mercy, and they both knew it. His vision was clouded, and his whole body seemed to tremble to the beat of an earthquake only he could feel. He had watched enough movies to know that this was a sure sign he was going into shock. Soon the pain would fall away, and he’d black out. Probably for the last time if Brian had his way.
But then, He came.
His arms were Ⓧpen and invited. In his clouded state, He felt like he was seeing Him for the first time as he was. Not something to be feared, but an Angel Of Mercy on crooked wings. He wrappedAlex in a cold embrace and they were alone in the world. The pain was gone now, all corporeal suffering was nothing before His grace. He whispered to Alex in a voice that he couldn’t hear, His ears were bleeding and he couldn’t hear anything anymore.
Alex awoke with renewed purpose. He set to work immediately in the hospital room he’d found himself in. He had a long time before his ruined kneecap would be whole again, but he needed the time anyway. So many people needed to understand the thing that crawled from the forest. The silent watcher who sprang from the minds of his chosen ones. He tried to scre3am, but his cold embrace was too strong. All he could think any more was the words that He had whispered into his ear that night. The same words he’d heard in his mind that night so many years ago on the set of his film. The words that came from his own mouth. The words of the faceless thing that owned the meat that the world called Alex Kralie.
T͎̟̲̘̯͈̳̘̞͙̦͍͓̖͔̥̳̳̀͘͠͞a̴̶͉̤͓͎̝͕͍̼̮͓ḵ̴̲͉̞̹̞̟͖̱̜̥̥̟̻̜͈͘͘e̛̲̗̻̼͍͍̤͉̟̼͉͍͍̕͠ ̸̢̘̺̥͔̼̺͙̤̤͓̮͚̰̩̲͈C̡̣̱͖̺̪̫̮̮̣̣̫̫̭͇̥͞͞ó̴͉̰͕̦̲͍̕͘͞ͅm̶̡͟͏̠̻͇̺̯̭̯̙̥͉̩m̨͇͓̗̗̲̭͢u͎̼͙̣̗̖̖̣̻̥͡͠͠n̶̜̝͕̟̻̤͡i͏̵̡̱̬̞͇̗͙͚͡ͅo̷͓̼̲̩̫̻̦͔͇͙̭̰͓̘̩̳̳͢͡n̢̻͇̺̻̤̱̘̙͎͔̱͔̺̟̕͟͡ͅ.̵̧͕̜̩̜̼͔̱̲̜͚͕͉͍̘̲̞̥̟̳̕ ̸̧̫̹̙̟É̴̡͚̝̖̪͕̘̰̮̪̮̼̣̳v̛̪̪̱͓̲̺̜̣̦̫̝͘͟ą̷͝҉͎̘̼̳̺͉̗͚̯͎͓̙͍n̸̸̡͖̳̗̪̗͡͞g͢͏̹̹̰̮̻̩̜͕͇͈̻͉͓̘͉̤̠̪̕ȩ̸̶̖͚̗̹̼̠̭̫͈̞͝l̡̩͖̦̪̦̹̝̝̫̠͍̬͉̩͈̬͞ͅi̝̺͚͕̯͉͓̥͔̟̗͍̦̙̗̫̕͝z̨̛͏̶̛̫̟͔̯͖̬̺͚̦e̶̡͏̧̦̰̭̱̭̰̮̙̞̪̣͍̠͍.̡̭̭̦͙̞̹͘ͅ ̷̢̳͔̤̺͍͙͕͕̥̗͙̘̳̟̙͘B͏̹̠̗͖͍͖͙̺͍͍͕̺̺̺͢r̷̷̛̮̺͎̲͎̼̙̞̫͟͜ì̡̛҉͉̜̹̜̳̘͖̙ṇ̶̸̨̛̠̝̲̭̗̜̝͡g̷̢̟͙̻͍̀͞͝ ̷̨̭͕̖͓̮͉̣̜͇̟̩̲̗͈́͞͞t́҉͘͢͏͔̮͎͎̼̭̼̣̘̯̰̯̪̯̞̬̪̰h̻̫͎͚͙̘͕̝̕͠é̢̘͙͖̥̮̣͈̼̣̖͉̺̘̙̝̖͞m҉̡̞̞̠̰͔̫̠͕̲̱͢.̧̡̨̫͙̝̞̱̖̻͖͉̝̥̙̗͠
The feeling of not knowing where one is is something that is purely terrifying and uncomfortable. It only gets worse when the parasite that uses your body, your face, takes control and ditches you in some unknown town, possibly not even in the same state. The first time it happened, Michael was close to having a breakdown - he had no idea where he was or where to go, how to get home, who to call: now though, there is an odd sort of calm that washes over him. Being in a place he doesn’t know assures him of one thing - no one else knows him out here. He’ll never run into a familiar face in a place he’s never been to. This time, the step back into control is not a pleasant one. He finds himself in a park, body aching, dried blood crusting his nose. He wonders what Patrick has been doing, but knows that that shouldn’t be his main concern right now. Forcing himself to stand, he attempts to get the blood off as much as saliva will allow, before looking around. Streetlamps light the area vaguely, and he has to walk a ways before he finally sees another person, some fellow in a hoodie. Another meaningless face that will fade into his memory in the future. “Hey, excuse me!” he calls, walking faster to catch up with him, “Sorry, hate to be a bother, b--” He cuts himself off, coughing into his hand. Pulling back, he quickly makes a fist and hides it in his jacket pockets - the stained crimson would certainly set off sirens for the other. “Uh.. Could you tell me where the closest hotel is? Please.”
Starter for @staticdrowned
@staticdrowned
Welcome to the Salty Spittoon, How salty are you?”
he’s so pure i love him
Mongo didn’t understand what you meant, but was flattered anyway
@staticdrowned
“Hey, no. Zara, I need that.” It was sort of funny. She could be such a pain in the ass, but he really did enjoy her company.
“ i think it looks much better on me … ” yes, definitely, with the sleeves dangling past her hands without zara even pulling them down and the fact that the body - that stopped just after his hips - ended up reaching her mid thigh. still, she loved teasing him, “ you’re gonna have to give me somethin’ real good to get it back. ”
