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Jules/CD Killer · nonselective · slasher oc · rules
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Jules/CD Killer · nonselective · slasher oc · rules
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“No,” he lied -- but it was obvious in both tone of voice and downcast expression. “The sadder you are, the easier it is to fake it. Not like I’d know a thing about that.”
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👉👈 hewwo mister killer man UwU
He cocked a single eyebrow at you. Why are you here, exactly? Adressing him in this strange way. How'd you even make those sounds with your fucking mouth? He clenched his fists out of furstration.
he blinks. “the moss hears many things. but it does not make judgement.” it was so very rare that the moss could change anything, after all, even with its prophetic whispers. few bothered to listen to it. “i carry it with me, but it is not mine. i bring it to places and people that it wishes to whisper to. like you.” the thin, small man bows his head, and his tangled, messy hair shields his gaze. “i speak for the moss, when people refuse to hear it. but you listened. and it is happy.”
His awe was still splayed across his face. Chose him? Out of all people, why? In his eyes, he was one of the most mundane people to ask for. No crazy powers or fucked up life motives, right?
"Where's it?" Inquiry spread through his mind. He wanted to know where you exactly got this magic moss from. His curiosity always gets the best of him, andd often led him into bad situations, but he just can't help it!
Upon the Mossy Man bending down, he instinctively flinched, not knowing the motives behind it. His hair brushed Jules face for a moment, as he spoke. Happy... Jules was glad to hear that he made it happy, who could tell what would happen if everything went unfulfilled.
Milo had been lounging in his bed, mindlessly watching his tv while trying to get just the slightest amount of sleep. No matter how much he tossed and turned he just could not get comfortable at all. This lead to him giving up and start channel surfing to different late night shows. Milo rubbed his eyes and groaned softly, turning over to his back and dramatically stretched across the whole matress in frustration. 🦊
Jules kept creeping around, seeing if there were any valuables he could snatch before he made it to his victims room.
As he clambered closer, he heard the TV channels switching. Shit. He thought that Milo was asleep. Jules hauled his ass back to the front room of the house, believing that Milo wouldn't go in that room, if he decided to get up and out of his bed, for any reason.
Jules, however, didn't see the table he was walking into. Whoops.
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Midnight. Or, was it?
Jules was picking the lock of someone's back door, hoping that it would lessen the suspicion that this obviously wasn't his house. After a few more tedious minutes of picking, the lock sprung open, and he was pretty much free to waltz in.
He had poked around in the house, trying to find valuables, but mostly anyone alive inside. He had a business to get to, and he for sure knew this was the pretty-boy baristas' house. He didn't know, or care, at this fact, if he was awake, or asleep.
His footsteps approched Milo's bedroom.
“soon.” just as he speaks, the moss begins to whisper. hushed secrets and worries; names and locations both familiar and new. it speaks of ideas for new films. foul mutterings, they are. “it wants to help you.” the mossy man tilts his head as stares at the killer with owlish eyes, his fingers curling against the moss that covers his chest. there were patches missing across his body- he would have to rest a while after this.
Jules locks up in astonishment as the moss spoke to him. The moss sounded like several voices, all overlapping each other in an overwhelming fashion. All of the concepts it spoke to him, it was like the plant was reading his mind. Old friends, dead people, potential victims, even people he never knew, all their names were spit out at him. Locations, some places he didn't even know existed. What freaked him out the most, however, was the fact that it knew about him. Knew what he feard, what he desired, even the mundanely embarrassing, the moss knew all. His eyes slowly met with the Mossy Man's, mouth slightly agape. "How? It knows?" were the only words he managed to spit out before letting his eyes wander the Mossy Man's body. Upon noticing the missing patches, he seemed like he had connected the dots. "Yours? Maybe?" his shock came through in his lack of anger, although the statement was meant to be accusatory.
Twin Texts || 2/12/18
Allie: I don't want you to say anything back to this.
Allie: I want you to know that I am severely upset by what you and Lilah did. You had NO right to touch my wife that way, and even less right to touch MY SUBMISSIVE that way.
Allie: You are going to be punished for this, Julian.
Allie: And if - in a few weeks time - we discover that she is pregnant... you will punished a second time.
Allie: All I need you to say to these messages are 'yes miss' and the information for your hotel. I will be there at 5 pm and you will be waiting, kneeling in your room.
Allie: If you say anything other than that - I will bring Lilah and make her watch.
Jules: ... Yes miss. [Hotel info]
Allie: [read]