#carjacker-jules

『❛  And just where in the actual FUCK have you been?   ❜』 He snorted, displeased by the other’s late appearance from within the mist. Not through impatience nor volatile anger. But from a deep set worry for her safety. He knew Julie could handle her own just as well as the others. She’d proven it to him time and time again in the years they’d spent as a crew and the many more uncounted they had within the fog. 

But it never subsided the sickness Frank felt in the pit of his stomach when one of them had to leave for a trial. His scars burning at the thought of all that could happen to them. His own life had always been everything if not the forefront of his survival. At least, It had been until his Legion came along. 

『❛  You know I hate it when your trials take too fucking long..        Makes me think some fucker got the upper hand!  ❜』

Reaching forward, he pushed a strand of hair away from shadowing her face. Minor in it’s irritation though it irked him none the less. Huffing heavily, he ignored the heavy cloud of visible breath that left him because of the frigid air. Stepping back and turning on water soaked heel to make his way to the lodge. 

『❛ How’d it go.. You get em all?         I saw Danny earlier. Apparently there’s a couple new faces in this shithole fog.         Two new killers and a couple new meat bags to fuck up.  ❜』

Between Trials || @carjacker-jules || Accepting

『❛   Batteries? ... Bitch where the fuck did you find batteries.    ❜』 

He whispered to himself in struck confusion, moving to lean over the railing of the upstairs walkway. Bringing his hands up to cup around his mouth, he called out as loud as he could.