#wailing-bell-banshee

[iridescent-king]

I sold all my dead batteries, free of charge.

{ The Doctor saw what you did there. }

[evil-vvithin]

@altruisticbotanist Hi my name is: Claudette Morel! I’m looking for: something new (preferably chill), intimacy I like: Flowers, computers, science talk, old video games & romance novels My favourite number is: 24 + @wailing-bell-banshee Hi, my name is; Phillip Ojomo (Wraith) I’m looking for; Anyone who is willing to let me paint their face and love them. My hobbies are; Collecting, taking care of some flowers in my shop, and painting. My favorite number is; 70

He was a Florist, She was a Botanist, this old love novel practically writes itself! Nothing is more intimate than your Significant other paining your face with the weird mud paint they have scrounged together.

[dementedoperator]

'And slowly... I was forgotten." (From starter meme.) Phillip dramatically raised his hands and did jazz hands as he told his story. He placed his hands on his hips and sighed. 'Happy now. You know now.'

The teen was curled up by the campfire listening to the almost comically tall killer tell his story. It was odd he never expected any of the killers to humor his questions but for some reason this one did. It was starting to become harder to see the Tree-like man as a killer after hearing his tale.

“Thank you, It helps knowing how the killers differ from the survivors as well as knowing that you were once human.”

Standing up Matt brushed himself off before walking towards the other.

“May I also know about your transformation into a killer how it started and when you became the man you are now?”

Matt was more curious than ever before now that someone was willing to speak with him.

[autobotgal2567]

My bro knows the best ways to cheer me up :-) *Still weezing from laughter* 😂😂😂 @wailing-bell-banshee

[iridescent-king]

(( Hey doc, I get another MRI done on my brain soon, wanna watch? ))

[sleep-insomniacarchive-blog]

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~♪ — Rub my muse’s back!~

Humans were always so biased, to the point some morals and beliefs became questionable as Quentin spent more and more time talking with the Killers. He learned a lot about each of them.

Herman loved mints; anything involving the taste, Sally adored lavender flowers, even Evan told him a secret one day that his mother actually named him after Evangelical practices. The insomniac found that most of them didn’t belong here, in eternal damnation- their souls never put to rest. Their bodies worn and broken over years of exhaustion and punishment- some more than others.

One of them being Phillip Ojomo or as they, the survivors called him- The Wraith. Quentin rarely saw Phillip in Trials, and when he did - the spirit could only ever get one of them. One if not the only one of the Killers that was also rarely seen out of Trials. The insomniac didn’t want to worry, but the new bandages that Phillip always sported made him worry.

A few particular rough Trials with The Pig sent the group into arguments on whether or not it was okay putting their fellow survivors and friends on the line for a generator. Quentin was one of the first to leave, he never liked people screaming. It reminded him too much of his neglectful dad, but he didn’t want to think of that as he let himself slide down a tree in the Fog-filled woods that surrounded the campfire.

He should’ve never thought he was alone as he heard soft rustling and gurgling. Almost jumping out of his skin as the presence sat beside him and lay an invisible head on his shoulder. Quentin sat stiff as a hand rested on his back, patting it almost. And soon enough, the young male relaxed in The Wraith’s grasp.

Like he said, biases existed in the human world but not here- you would have to change your thinking if you wanted to at least make the most.

[sallysmithsons]

Recently there was an increase in the number of trials which meant that the Entity was thirsty for suffering and sacrifices. Every killer had literally no time to spend on their own and the constant whines, moans and screams of pain that survivors made were driving Sally crazy. She thought that it was more than enough and went to the killers shared shack where they were usually waiting for the trials to start. There Sally saw the Wraith sitting on a brittle bench, trying to fix his bandages which somehow got loose. She also noticed that his thigh was now bloody as well but the Nurse certainly knew that the survivors weren't able to damage them visually. She slowly sat down right next to him and silently offered her help, asking: "Are you okay? How did you get hurt? Did the Entity do that to you?"

[litheandalert-blog]

Cold Starter; "I think you have frost bite." Phillip was watching the survivors enjoy the new snow that seemed to have fallen at one point but was a little worried for the one survivor who looked like she was getting bad frost bite on her hands...Feng Min. 'I think you have frost bite' he managed to get her attention and signed to her...

Feng was undoubtedly freezing, wearing her usual cardigan and sweatpants. Obviously not good clothes for the current weather, but her only other option was her team jersey.

The killer that approached her when she was away from the others almost scared the living daylights out of her, Feng jumping as she clutched her arms around herself. She was lucky she knew a bit of sign, though, catching what he said.

“Frostbite? Uhh..” Feng drew one arm away from herself to look down at her fingers, hands red and shaky. “...I have no idea what frostbite looks like, but you’re probably right.”