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the purge: if all crime were legal for one night, what would you do?

“ well, first of all not a crime but you better believe i’m taking a shitty camera out with me – one where no one should try and mug me for it, hopefully –  and i’m filming as much as i can to sell to like news stations and shit the next day, you know, make some coin. then obviously, looting and arson. i wouldn’t wanna hurt anyone but if you’re in the building i’m lighting on fire, that’s on you and your life choices. ”

saw: what's your biggest sin? is it redeemable?

answered here

carrie: how was high school for you? did you go to prom?

“ uhh– it was pretty shit. i mean, it wasn’t carrie level shit, i had a few good friends and i wasn’t horrifically bullied or anything. but if you enjoyed high school you probably peaked there, right?  and yeah, i went to prom. didn’t want to but my mom made me, some shit about my brothers not going. it wasn’t bad, it was okay, but i was also pretty fucking stoned so might be remembering it as something better than it was. ”

“ well, if we’re talking purely deadly sins or whatever then it’s definitely   s l o t h . i’d be that bitch in se7en that’s drugged up and tied to a bed for a year with all the car air fresheners, that’s totally me – but i do think being a lazy piece of shit is redeemable because you’re not really impacting anyone, ya know? however, my actual biggest sin is that my favourite john hughes movie is the breakfast club even though its the most cliche, over hyped, bullshit movie and that is NOT redeemable i’ll be rotting in my grave forever for that one. ”

halloween: how would you deal with a home invasion? could you defend yourself?

nightmare on elm street: do you have bad dreams? what's your worst nightmare?

child's play: thoughts on dolls? do you collect anything?

friday the 13th: did you ever go to summer camp? did you enjoy it?

fright night: how easily do you fall in love?

dracula: if you were a supernatural being, what would be your weakness?

get out: what's the most uncomfortable situation you've ever been in?

saw: what's your biggest sin? is it redeemable?

it: thoughts on clowns?

insidious: have you inherited anything from your parents? do you have a close relationship with them?

silence of the lambs: is there anyone you envy? what would you change about yourself?

paranormal activity: have you ever had an experience with 'things that go bump in the night'?

the shining: how's your concentration? do you put your self into projects?

carrie: how was high school for you? did you go to prom?

nosferatu: what do you fear most?

28 days later: what would you do if you woke up and there was nobody there?

scream: are you any good at solving problems? could you solve a crime?

poltergeist: do you watch television? what's your favourite show?

frankenstein: have you ever felt rejected by your peers? do you think you 'fit in' with other people?

night of the living dead: if you could, would you bring people back from the dead? who?

the omen: how do you feel about children? would you want any of your own?

split: is there more than one side to you? do you hide parts of yourself from people?

pan's labyrinth: do you have any siblings? are you the favourite?

the babadook: have you ever felt like you were being watched?

bird box: what would you do if you went blind? could you cope?

cabin in the woods: where do you spend your holidays? do your friends go with you?

the purge: if all crime were legal for one night, what would you do?

❛   oh,   am   i   ?   because   from   where   i’m   standing,   you’re   just   stalling.   ❜   benny   grinned;   none   of   what   he   had   said   had   been   a   challenge,   and   he   doesn’t   even   know   what   their   challenging   each   other   on,   but   those   words   spark   the   little   competitive   devil   inside   of   benício   and   whatever   the   bet   is,   he   knows   damn   well   he’ll   win   it.   he   stumbles   backwards   just   a   little   at   the   slap   to   his   chest,   almost   losing   his   ground   as   he   uses   lukas   as   support   to   stand   up.   ❛   please.   ❜   benny   replied,   his   tone   far   too   serious   for   the   ludicrous   question   he’d   been   asked.   ❛   i’ve   seen   your   tits   before.   remember   that   time   ?   with   the   waterfall   jumping   and   the   cat   ears   ?   they   just   don’t   cut   it   for   me,   homie.   ❜

♦

“ i’m stalling? ” lukas repeated, a false incredulousness to his voice but amused toothy grin remained. “ bro, take a single fucking step without hanging onto me right now, ” he challenged, as if he wasn’t also leaning on benny for that extra bit of stability. though he didn’t quite understand the reference benny made, he laughed at it as if he did. “ and yet, you’re tryna see them again– i don’t buy it for a second, benny, ” he joked, starting to take a couple steps in the direction his companion had pointed earlier– or at least the direction he thought he’d pointed. “ which way was it? this way? ” he pointed out into the distance, between the trees. maybe it was everything in his system, maybe it was because the woods looks basically the same in every direction, but lukas could not even guess which way the lake was.

benny   is   more   than   just   a   little   drunk   as   he   stumbles   across   the   uneven   terrain,   throwing   one   arm   around   the   person   that   had   the   misfortune   of   walking   by   as   the   other   held   a   death   grip   to   an   imported   bottle   of   vodka.   ❛   do   you   know   what   we   should   do   ?      ❜   he   asked,   eyes   shining   with   mischief   as   he   offered   the   other   a   smile.   ❛   go   skinny   dipping.   no   no   hear   me   out,   the   lake   is   like,   just   two   minutes   in   that   direction,   it   could   be   fun   !   ❜

♦

much like benny, lukas had completely indulged himself in the evening’s activities. his chest felt warm and fuzzy, and his balance was significantly compromised. as evident by the way he wobbled when benny’s arm hooked around him. he laughed at his suggestion, his own hand on benny’s back to stabilise himself a little bit. “ you’re fucking on, dude, ” he replied, not that the suggestion had been a challenge in the first place but lukas had a tendency to take everything benny said as some sort of challenge or dare. he was too far gone to even think of their classmate who’d recently been found face down in a body of water, and how much wandering away from a party to skinny dip was just begging someone to jason voorhees their asses. instead, he slapped a hand on benny’s chest, a small litter of ash falling from cigarette with the sudden movement as he spoke “ you gotta tell me though, and be honest– ” he held a pause for dramatic effect but stupid grin probably threw it off “ is this just an excuse to try and see my tits? ” 

had she not been a victim    of her own libido and self-indulgence ,    adelaide might’ve realized sooner she wasn’t as alone as she thought  –  she tended to be perceptive of her surroundings ,   not out of fear or because there were anything particularly interesting to see  (  it was a rare feat to hold her attention for longer than a minute )  ,    but rather because she was interested in their perception of her .  

the clearing of his throat causes a her drunken knees to   buckle   as she’s reeled towards the voice in a haste ,    heels staggering in a desperate attempt not to stumble .   lucky for her ,   perhaps not so much for him ,    she manages to grab a hold of him  &   make of his shoulders a pillar to cushion her fall .  “    what ——    is your damage !    ”      stripped of its glazed sweetness ,   adelaide’s eyes scold ,     wide    &   filled with fury on top of him .     “      are you trying to   murder me  ,     dude ?   ”       mimicking his manner of speech with a mocking connotation ,    she immediately absolves herself from guilt .

♦

despite his efforts, or maybe because of his efforts, lukas managed to spook her at some point in his approach. when she wobbled towards him, grabbing his shoulder for stability, he reached for her too. dropping cigarette before hand wrapped around her bicep, trying not to thinking of how horrific it would have been if she’d fallen the other way. though his already minimal concern for her safety wavered even more as she started telling him off. for what, exactly? he had no idea. 

he scoffed a laugh, but still his hand stayed on her arm and would stay there until she either made it clear she wasn’t gonna lose her footing again. “ yeah, okay, veronica, ” a quick jab at her words that he assumed were a reference to 80s cult classic “ if i wanted to murder you i could’ve just snuck up and pushed you, ” he pointed out, a little less combative in his tone but, much like before, its not like his words were comforting in any way. “ snapped a polaroid or some shit, ” he added. a joke, albeit a bad and rather dark one at the expense of the recently passed student at holloway, that just came out of him almost instinctively. lukas thought for a moment if he should repeat his question. what the fuck was she doing. he could take a guess, and he assumed his guess would be pretty on the money. but frankly if she was having an effy stonem i’m not scared moment he didn’t really want any part of it. so instead, after a beat, he asked “ so, you staying up there or are you coming down? i get the feeling those heel will snap in half if you take another stumble, ” he noted, nodding to the shoes in question.

the starlet turns on with the lights ,     she puts on a show with her lacquered smiles and pours laughter into the room like bubbly champagne  ;      she slides her mechanical hands down an arm , or two ,   and pretends to remember familiar faces that have long faded into obsolete .     when she’s talking everyone forgets about the veil of fabrication that separates fiction from reality ,   and nobody ever peeks behind the satin curtains that close the spectacle — why would they want to?    we don’t tend to search beyond what we want to find.   it’s dark and empty back there ,     there’s nothing pretty or glamorous ,   and the show must always go on .

the night’s still young by the time her throat is sore and hoarse from polite exchanges ,  feet numb and skin prickling with a surface level irritation that manifests physically .   these spikes of   violet underwhelm   hit like a stone against her hard skull ,    and she daydreams of the most vile things ,   random scenarios of gore &   mayhem inflicted upon those around her to keep her unchallenged mind occupied.

retreating to rooftop ,     she prowls in the shadows, hidden under whatever fickle cloak of anonymity darkness could provide ,    liquor fresh on her lips, spilling nicotine into the air to accelerate the unavoidable decay of her taught girl-body ,   aching for any sort of release as she climbs up ,    teetering along the ledge .    sometimes she fantasizes about how it’d be like to plummet into the endless abyss ,     how loud of a   thud    her body would make when it hit the ground in thunderous glory ,   if they’d put her in a closet casket, or hire some expert to rebuild her face for the fans .

♦

a rooftop wasn’t an unusual place for lukas to be hiding. there was something about it that reminded him of home. from finding a way up there, to trying to not get caught, to looking out at everything and thinking about how different it all looked from up high. all of it was comforting and nostalgic in some weird way. that comforting feeling was quickly ripped from his grip when someone else joined him on, unknowingly to her he guessed.

small get togethers that ended up becoming large get togethers in the decker house living room were customary, and max had gathered a captive audience. she was delivering a meandering ghost story, one that had long ago lost its plot but kept going, until, “and then, the ghosts ate all the college kids’ souls. the end.” rising from her place on the arm of the couch, she made a show of brushing herself off, finishing her drink, and bowing. still riding the high of her mary shelley moment, she turned to the person nearest to her, grinning, “i’m gonna go get another drink. wanna come with?”

♦

lukas was not really one for ghost stories. despite being an avid horror fan he preferred monsters and murderers to demons and poltergeists. but all the same he had seen the small crowd and meandered over, catching the tail end of the story. a small chuckle left his lips at the ending, about to wander off again– probably to smoke outside– before max spoke. he threw a glance into his cup, “ uh, yeah, for sure, ” he agreed, it was almost empty and he didn’t mind max’ company so much. at a party anyway. “ i liked your story, ” he hadn’t even heard most of it but whatever, didn’t matter. like most things that came out of his mouth he was just saying it to be saying something at all. “ but it was pretty bold to assume college kids had souls to begin with, ” he grinned.

                     and i woke up at twelve o'clock on a weekday,                               homie, its a weekday, wish time could freeze frame

💀  * [ alex wolff + cis male + he/him ] —— have you met lukas tozer? they are a twenty year old junior currently studying film and media studies. they live on keating house, and word around campus is that this scorpio is passionate + thoughtful, as well as assuming + cynical. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. a half empty pack of cigarettes, faded stick and poke tattoos, a fake blood recipe saved to your notes app, dirty vans and well worn hoodies.  ——  [ ooc: sam. 23. she/her & aest. ]