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there had been quite the commotion in the deep parts of the woods. places that stza had known existed, but had largely ignored. there were...rumors. even among his kind, there were things they just didn't mess around with. even with strength and speed and so on, it wasn't worth the risk of, as the kids would say, fucking around and finding out. but this was larger than just some noises. this was a full scale inferno.

.·:*¨ ✘ ☠︎︎ ✘ ¨*:·. As the car came to a halt within the white lines and the engine idled, Josh looked out the passenger side window. Beyond the parking lot lay the the permanently docked ship-turned-hotel, The Queen Mary. Its massive figure was a hulking monument to the rich history of the southern California locale. Despite the midday sun that shone unhindered in a bright blue sky, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of dread as he looked at the circular windows that lined the side. Like the open eyes of a corpse. Lifeless but filled with the memory of what once was.

@actiongrrl ── kisses u

starter call for birdie, moe, or kick.

"It's a deer hunting stand." The tree towers above them, in it a haphazard semi-shack with only three walls and a rickety set of ladder rungs screwed into the tree. And Birdie? Birdie's at the foot at it, peering up at the rotting wood with a strange look on her face, a hand shading her eyes from the sun. "Hunting's illegal here though..." She thinks for a moment, then turns to flash the other woman a grin. "Think it's safe?"

@actiongrrl gets something cozy and sweet!

₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊ The car ride had been long, which they'd known going in and planned appropriately for, but no amount of playlists or audiobooks or weird podcasts could entirely cover up the anxiety that came with such a huge move. Some things had changed in their lives, Sam had inherited a house and patch of land from her grandfather and it was possibly the kind of fix they needed, or possibly a dead end and they were in over their heads. Only time would tell, and that did not include the hours in the car, even if they made great time.

ㅤPulling up to the house, Mike gave a whistle at the state of it and the land before them, overgrown and clearly untended for years, but smiled at Sam in an attempt to be reassuring as an older man waved them over. They got the introduction from Lewis and a redhead named Robin, who was apparently the local carpenter (which Mike believed, since she got her plug in about hiring her to update the house), and then found themselves alone at their new home. It could have definitely been worse; it was live-able and honestly kind of beautiful beyond the overgrown farmland into the forested area, but the house was going to need work before winter. He was preparing himself immediately for that task list.

.·:*¨ ✘ ☠︎︎ ✘ ¨*:·.  It was a dangerous game, social suicide. Like truth or dare but with much more at stake. Refusing to answer the truth or do the dare left your phone completely vulnerable for the other person to sabotage as they please. Josh loved it, always relishing in the excitement of danger. Sam, as it turned out, was picking up quickly and becoming quite devious if someone's phone fell into her hands. Usually Josh played with two or more people, but as it turned out, he and Sam had some time to kill. They'd been spending more time together which was something he was beginning to cherish. Guilt would never cease to gnaw at him for everything he put her through over the winter, but he was grateful for her presence.

.·:*¨ ✘ ☠︎︎ ✘ ¨*:·.  It was raining. It didn't rain a whole lot in South California, but it was raining that night. Small cold droplets that were just enough to stick to your hair and clothing. It was nothing like the refreshing, fat drops of rain that the east coast got. Those would make someone feel like they achieved something when walking through them. Instead, the misty rain that clung to Josh was just enough of an irritant to pile onto the whole shit sandwich of a night he'd been having. The hem of his cargo pants were soaking up the water as he trudged his way down the street. Hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie, he kept his head down, refusing to be derailed. He knew the way by heart, though it wasn't a short jaunt by any means.

Sam lived in a different part of La Jolla. By car it would only take a few minutes, but walking in the dead of night in the cold rain, it was nearly a half an hour before he reached her house. He was soaked through at that point, but it didn't matter. If anything, the walk had been helpful. It grounded him, keeping his mind on the present and not drifting towards the nightmares that had terrorized him all night. Every step he took felt like a victory, willing himself away from the confines of his poisoned mind.

Distance wasn't enough, though. Josh needed help. Not in the medical sense, but he needed company. Sam was the last person that he knew he should be asking to take him in, but the truth was, he didn't have anywhere else to go. He and Ashley were no longer on speaking terms and Chris would most likely worry over Josh's situation more than would help. Standing at the end of the long driveway that led to the Giddings residence, he wondered if this was a bad idea. He and Sam had been spending a little more time with each other lately, but that didn't erase the horrible things he'd done to her when he wasn't in his right mind.

@actiongrrl asked: "Boo." this is it, we love a girlfailure.