DEAD GIRL WALKING

this is a private and medium-activity account for a horror-based original character. triggering content ahead, including gore, murder, violence, and death. READ AT YOUR OWN CAUTION. all visual triggers will be tagged as they appear. written by ashley (she/her, 21+.)

@justahousewife​ LIKED FOR A STARTER!      "d'you think there’s gonna be a lot of kids this summer? cause like, who the fuck sends their kid to summer camp?” first, jennifer better hope margaret doesn’t hear her cursing like that. fuck margaret. second:  well, maybe those parents have a point. it’s gonna make their summer hell, but if she had a house of mess makers, she’d want them out of the house for eight weeks too. 

@enrapturedobsessions​ LIKED FOR A STARTER!      "so what’s your plan to spoil me for my birthday?” pushy, isn’t she? it’s said all out of love, of course, all in good fun ... besides the grain of sincerity. jennifer isn’t a patient person, and waiting five days to be surprised is a lot of ask of her, frankly.

@lazarising​ LIKED FOR A STARTER!      this is the first time that the sun’s broken through the trees in ... jennifer doesn’t even know how long. she’s relishing in it, watch her sun herself like a lizrd desperate for the desert warmth — that comparison makes her miss california desperately.

@ofgentleresolve​ LIKED FOR A STARTER!      “so jason is coming on this trip with us ...” she muses during her lunch. speaking of, jennifer should be planning for her venture to ohio, but it’s weeks away yet. she’s yet to dig out her luggage and has no intent on packing until she cannot put it off any longer.

for @firstdead​.

“You don’t look like a walking tragedy to me.”

There’s a sarcastic note to Mary’s words that’s a little too sharp for comfort; she sets the newspaper back down on the countertop, gives the girl – twenty-two! twelve years her junior! – another look up and down, then extinguishes her cigarette into the printed counterpart on the front page.

“What are you going to do when they get bored of you, huh?” She bares her teeth in something that’s barely a smile – too aggressive, almost predatory. “Or is that why you came all the way to Gotham?”

there is no rest for a survivor, that’s a misconception. the aftermath isn’t really ‘after’, it’s just more bullshit. different, but just as awful. getting analyzed by every media piece she stumbles across is daunting as running through the woods from a killer. the trees have to stop at some point, but the newspapers keep on printing.

“i’m not pure enough to be a walking tragedy,” jennifer notes as she finds a seat; “if you keep reading, i bet they’ll mention all the parties i attended in college,” is she bitter? well, of course, but that’s better than giving anyone the satisfaction of seeing her break.