We're all messed up Inside

it means i want to be here, i really do 

it means that i have, whether i like it or not, more important things to do than roleplay at the moment

it means that replies are going to sit for a moment

WHAT IT DOESN’T MEAN:

that i care any less

that i don’t want to talk / plot with you

that you aren’t allowed to IM me or ask for my disco

"i never noticed your eyes were this pretty."

"i'll stay in tonight, thanks."

"i can't even trust myself anymore."

"anything to eat around here?"

"i hope to repay your kindness someday."

"you're a terrible flirt you know."

"the only time you talk to me is when you need something."

"how did you find me?"

"how can i possibly trust you? after all you've done."

"i take orders from your father, not you."

"you're not a very convincing liar."

"i thought i'd never see you again."

"why can't i come with you?"

"it was my fault. it was all my fault."

"all this anger and hate, it's not good for you."

"this is the part where you apologize."

"is being drunk an excuse?"

"let me out of here! let me go!"

"aren't we in a good mood today?"

"i was making sure you weren't dead, since you never called."

"there's nothing left for me here."

"i know i lied to you. you can hate me and it's all right."

"i've been waiting for you for a long time."

"what happened? i heard a crash."

"was it you? did you do all this?"

"don't come any closer!"

"looking for something?"

"you're too scared to do it, aren't you?"

"i thought you'd like this."

"you came back!"

"i like seeing you smile."

"i must warn you, i won't go easy on you this time."

"it's better to expect disappointment."

"sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now."

"no way, i'm not doing that."

"it's you! you came for me."

"could you be happy here with me?"

"let me buy you another drink."

"why should i trust you?"

"he's only mostly dead."

"knowledge is power."

"i screwed up. i know."

"we're going to have to stay here tonight."

"help me choose something to wear?"

"i do care."

"i'm sorry, i'm not what you think i am."

"how many more people need to die before you're satisfied?"

"you scared me."

"just try to hang on."

"i risked my life for you!"

"two years later and you haven't changed."

"we're not so different after all."

"i need you to trust me."

"why are you being so stubborn?"

"you don't scare me."

"i'm scared of what you're becoming."

"you look like you just saw a ghost."

"that's quite a scratch you've got there."

"i've always hated it."

"this is the part where you leave."

"don't treat me like a child."

"you were talking in your sleep."

"what are you doing out here by yourself?"

"wait. i've heard that sound before."

"would it be alright if i borrowed this?"

"i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do."

"it's not stealing if it was mine to begin with."

"it's nothing personal."

"you were going to leave without saying goodbye?"

"i'll still be here when you wake up."

"don't you fucking dare!"

"you're lucky you're cute."

"it's too dark, i can't see anything."

"i swear it wasn't me."

"that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you've just met."

"i've got your back, okay?"

"how long have i been asleep?"

"just who do you think you are?"

"i think i might've broken something..."

"i wish you'd take better care of yourself."

"is this what you wanted?"

"what do you want in exchange for it?"

"did you miss me?"

"i'm trying my best and it's not good enough."

"it's not safe for people to see us together."

"don't lie to me."

"i see a lot of myself in you."

"take a seat, we're gonna be here a while."

"i won't hate you. i know you think that's what you deserve but it's not."

"who do you fight for?"

"it's rare to see your kind around here."

"walk with me?"

"i know you better than you think."

"why did you bring me here?"

"what did you want to tell me?"

"you don't even know my name."

"it's nothing, i'm just tired."

"of course i care. you're my family."

"i didn't tell you because i was afraid... of losing you."

"where is my candy, you son of a bitch?"

"you want me to punch him in the face?"

"please... say something."

"who the hell invited you?"

"we need to be careful."

"i just wanted to say i'm sorry."

"we're locked in!"

"don't be naked. i'm coming in."

"do you ever get afraid?"

"you wouldn't understand."

"promise you'll say something if you need help?"

"where have you been?"

"there was blood everywhere."

"i just need to step away for a bit, get some fresh air."

"we're safe, aren't we?"

"how about a little midnight snack?"

"how many people have you killed? how many?"

"whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no."

"you look... amazing."

Yes, shipping does need chemistry between the two muses, but if you look at my muse and think ‘You know what, I’d like to ship my muse with theirs!’, feel free to tell me, even before we start threads!

I love having a direction/goal to work the characters towards – when I write fiction on my own, I like having goals and plot points, like romances, family and friend relationships, rivals and enemies.. why wouldn’t I like having the same with RP? RP is just collaborative fiction writing!

There’s no shame in liking ships, or even RPing for ships. There’s tons of people in the world who love to read romance novels, and no one tries to tell them that’s wrong or worse than liking mysteries, or fantasy adventure. Neither preference is wrong, it’s just that – a preference!

Molly was a deer caught in headlights at the ghoulish, nightmarish scene that finished playing out before her. She couldn't even remember moving or even breathing during the entire ordeal. Frank turned into this… this terrifying looking thing… that brutally attacked the poor human. Molly could only stand there and do nothing, as she was too much in shock.

A man died tonight, and she didn't even scream. A part of her should've done something, anything. Instead, she stood and watched in sheer horror, at the sickening display of life lost right before her eyes. And the worst thing of it all? She didn't feel any sorrow for the man's death.

Instead, a voracious hunger churned within her, that made her entire body tremble. The coppery smell of blood filled her nostrils once the shock of what she saw overtook her. Oh, god… It smelled so good. Fangs jutted from her pink lips, and she slapped a hand over her mouth, hoping Frank didn't see.

Finally, she took a step back, only to bump into a wall behind her. The fangs in her mouth cut the insides of her lower lip, and she tasted her own blood. Her throat burned with thirst, but she stubbornly refused to give in.

Brow quirked. There was something there. Something that she was trying to hide. Immediately, he crowded in on her, boxing her in against the wall. Mouth full of fangs was still present. Years of being a detective, of spotting little things, and knowing what details would either keep him alive to see the following day or end up with his head on a platter, created a sense that stuck with him. One that proved almost more useful now than it had then.

"And tell me why I shouldn't have? Tell me what worth this asshole had." Taunting. Tongue ran over his lower lip, savoring the lingering taste of copper and iron that was there. There was something in the look that Molly was sporting. Something beyond being upset or traumatized. Frank knew the look all too well. Yearning. Desire. Being so close to her allowed him the chance to catch the small, ever so slight scent that hung close to her. Her own blood. She hadn't been harmed so what he had thought he had seen was correct. "And maybe do it with your hand away from your mouth so I can understand you. It's not too polite to be talking with your hand there. Muffles things. Hides things."

A hand pressed to the wall beside her head, though there still was not a single part of him that was touching her. Not yet. Just enough space remained to keep true the claim of Frank not touching her.

“Mary fuckin' Moses. Get the fuck out of here.“

“She seemed like a nice girl, I mean in a psycho kind of way.”

"I swear I've aged five years since this trip started."

“I never in a million years would have believed it if I hadn't seen it.”

“I guess a couple more photos won't kill me.”

“Get ready for this... there's a Museum of Murder and Mayhem."

“Geez, he never gets tired does he."

"This one guy stops and I look in and he's got his thing out waving it around like a drunk monkey."

“I hate that word... sounds ugly, I don't like crumple either.”

“Oh wait! I love this song!”

“I don't know, I just thought it was interesting.“

“You didn't see the look she threw me. She's up to something.”

"These are all my dolls. I used to like to chop their heads off."

“Aw, you ain't seen nothing yet.”

“So, you live here alone... I mean with just your brother?"

“You sure do a lot of guessing.“

“I'm a pretty good dancer if you know what I mean.”

"You are a naughty little thing aren't ya."

“I hope to Christ she doesn't expect us to wear these things.”

“Don't be such a fucking smart ass.”

"I'm starving and I got a fucking killer headache."

“It's better you go home still dreaming about kitty cats and puppy dogs.”

“Hey, the kid wants to know. Enlighten him.”

“This is way too fucked up for words.”

"This isn't funny, it's twisted."

“I'd say at this point all we can do is just wait it out.”

“You gotta be kidding me. This chick is wasted.”

“You shouldn't a done that.”

"This bitch's got it coming."

“Don't look back, just get in the car.”

“I knew she was crazy from the second we picked her up.”

“Listen, you Malibu Barbie middle class piece of shit.”

"Our bodies come and go, but this blood is forever..."

“Now, I'm gonna remove my hand... you make a sound and I swear I'll slit you open and make you eat your own fucking intestines”

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

“I couldn't have asked for a better specimen”

"You, my dear worm feeder, are about to become immortalized."

“Well, let's go see if the nut that runs this place can help us.”

“Hey ass clown, how 'bout some answers.”

“They were poking around... asking stupid questions.”

"I hope you're right, but my guts telling me different."

“Yeah, well we like to get fucked up and do fucked up shit, you know what I mean?”

“Keep the change and get yourself a new name.”

“Now isn't she a happy little cherub...”

"I'm a gonna go 'round back and handle things like I always fucking do."

Ash chuckled, "Well you can't blame a guy for trying to lay it on a little thick huh?" he bit his lower lip, so this girl wasn't going to be easy to win over- though admittedly he wasnt really worried about whether or not she fell for his charm, there was even a little bit of pride that she seemed immune

What did that say about him?

"Nothing exciting sounds like what I'm looking for right down to a goddamn T." The young man raised his glass in her direction, "Till the Wheels fall off." and downed it. Nancy was hiding something, he knew that tone- he'd tried it when he first went home to Michigan, but eventually he hadn't been able to keep up the facade anymore.

"I'll give you points for the effort. But yeah, little thick, little quick." She finished the beer that she had been nursing before deciding another wouldn't hurt anything. Nancy didn't pick up on the fact that he wasn't at all convinced by the comment about Springwood, or that he had some inclination that there was more to the small town than what met the eye. Sure, there had been a good cover-up, and so many people didn't believe that there was a demon haunting the dreams of the Elm Street kids. Or likely the kids of Springwood as a whole. The biggest part of the cover-up was the vigilante justice of a bunch of parents. Nancy hoped that they would get to a point where no one had to fear that name anymore.

She raised her next bottle, mirroring his action before taking a long pull. That sounded like someone who was running from something. She could spot the hints. She had some of the same coping mechanisms after all. Though she hadn't been able to run with it, she was forced to find better ways. There was so much therapy before her schooling. She motioned for the bartender to grab Ash another drink.

Ash let the flirtations fly- he wasn't going to be shameful about it. Keep that little bit of barrier between them, Then if she became a Kandarian she bitch then he wouldn't have an issue turning her into a piece of furniture.

Not that he exactly knew what that meant, but it sounded cool. The young man lifted the drink to his lips and glanced over at her. "Nancy, that was my second choice." The words left his lips without thought. "Would you believe me if I came all the way to this hellhole just to see you?"

"If I took a knock or two to the head, I might believe that," she offered in response, amusement dripping from the words and accompanied with a light laugh. He might have been trying to be smooth, but that one was just a little too pushed. A little too far-fetched. And Nancy knew better. She wasn't that silly, little, naive girl that she had once been. She had faced demons and came out the other side. Maybe not fully intact. Others would probably argue that fact. Not that Ash knew a single ounce of that. He didn't seem the journalist type.

"Things around Springwood stay pretty quiet." Not that Freddy was incapable of harming them, but his powers worked far better on those younger. So, Nancy wasn't exactly worried about the newcomer beside her. If it came to that? She could slip some hypnocil in his direction easily enough. Westin Hills was still working on a formula that could be properly distributed to the town. "Kind of out of the way and nothing much exciting to draw people here."