YOU'RE SCREWED, KIDDO

She shakes her head at him again, setting her gaze firm and a frown stubbornly sitting on her face. Angry and frustrated tears start to form; just out of pure rage that he’s found out. He’s wrong. She’s fine. She’s in her best shape, remember!? She’s fine! 

❝ Jamie, for the last time, I’m– ❞

Throwing up, apparently.

Valerie lurches forward, coughing and heaving violently. She puts her hand over her mouth, he can’t see, he can’t see. A mix of semi-clear bile and blood escape from her lips and onto the motel’s carpet, but that’s not what Valerie is currently hiding from Jamie.

Along with the natural fluids, there is a significant amount of

                                                        sticky & black ICHOR.

Valerie looks at the black and red stained carpet in horror, though not because she isn’t used to it. No. No, no, no! She had kept it hidden for so long! She was FINE! Now he’s seen it and everything’s absolutely and completely ruined! Tears finally fall from her face, hateful to herself that she could slip up that stupidly. Covering her mouth, and voice hoarse, she speaks.

We are creating a masterlist for every independent roleplayer. 

The first Denny’s Diner to open was located on Pangea.

There is a haunted castle in Transylvania named Denny Manor, owned by a pancake-obsessed vampire.

We have elves. It’s a problem.

A Denny’s take-out box was discovered on the moon during an Apollo mission.

Before it was called a “grand slam” hitting a bases-loaded homerun was commonly called “bustin’ a boogaloo” which led to a promotion for the Breakfast Burger Boogaloo, a Grand Slam on baseball-shaped sliders.

There is a 62% higher chance of observing a UFO or meeting a friendly ghost when in a Denny’s parking lot.

Syrup bees exist.

There is absolutely zero gold in our pancakes so please stop asking us, Fred, and you have to stop bringing your metal detector to the diner. It’s time to move on.

Valerie pauses for a moment. That can mean one of two things. Hopefully not the worst case, though, otherwise she’s royally screwed.

The girl smiles a little bit, and raises a brow at the demon. She squints, and tilts her head to the side.

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1. A selection of television programs you do not care for.

2. A selection of musical artists you do not care for. 

3. A selection of celebrities you couldn’t care less about.

4. A hobby you “don’t get”.

5. A habit you find disgusting.

6. Something in school you really liked doing that everyone else bitched over.

7. Your favorite household chore.

8. Popular video games that make you go “meh”.

9. PC or MAC?

10. A sport you don’t like, for whatever reason.

11. A sport you really like, for whatever reason.

12. Television programs you love but have gotten shit for liking.

13. Musical artists you love but have gotten shit for liking.

14. A hobby you have/find interesting that other people bother you over/make fun of.

15. A habit you have that other people bug you over.

16. Something in school you hating doing and it felt like everyone else loved.

17. The household chore that makes you want to shoot your own face off.

18. A selection of video games that you enjoy that perhaps you really shouldn’t.

19. A celebrity crush that maybe even you don’t understand.

That’s not a lie. Valerie allows him to twirl her, and lets him pull her back to him. How long has this song gone on? It seems to play forever, allowing for the two to become lost to the world. Only focusing on each other, and no one else.

It’s romantic, Valerie thinks.

She tilts her head, her eyes like clouded glass as they look at the crystal blue eye that looks at her.

The music took a slight change in pace, slowing into a waltz. Bill changed the positioning of his hand on her waist, down a tiny bit, but not too noticeable- it could be easily read as an accident. 

Valerie’s face flushes as he compliments her, and with the combination of him holding her so closely, so possessively, almost, she finds herself at a loss for words.

They dance together, still, and the girl gazes up at him, transfixed with the emotion he seems to radiate. Valerie takes a shuddering breath, and she manages to tell a lie to the man. 

❝ I work with private investigations. But I mean- I’m not on duty right now, I swear. ❞

She laughs nervously, and looks away from him reluctantly out of embarrassment. Valerie sighs, and looks back to him, though. How can she not? He’s tall and mysterious, and he’s interested in her, of all people. She knows nothing about him, she thinks, but a part of her mind says that she can trust him.

He had always wanted the name Tyrone.

He asks her a question, and she thinks for a moment. He twirls her, and her dress fans out for a brief moment before he pulls her back in. Valerie looks into his gaze, her own stormy blue-grey eyes wide. 

❝ An anonymous invitation. I came alone tonight. ❞

She came alone, she says. But her mind wonders if she’ll leave alone. It’s a silly fantasy, a trivial thought for her fleeting mind. A masquerade romance. This isn’t the Labyrinth, she reminds herself, but at the same time…

Valerie takes a deep breath, transfixed with the other as he dips her.

The music took a slight change in pace, slowing into a waltz. Bill changed the positioning of his hand on her waist, down a tiny bit, but not too noticeable- it could be easily read as an accident.