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" You know -- for a dead chick you really know how to play. ” It was like saying the sky was blue really, for all the time they’ve hung out together. But the novelty really hadn’t dwindled with Billy. Eyes watching her from his lazy sprawl on a dilapidated couch, his smile grew even more. “ Where’d you learn? ”
@killfame liked for a starter.
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@killfame asked: “ no offense but i’m out of your league. “
there really were no leagues in his book . such high school mentalities were things that he slaughtered , ENDED . still , he couldn’t help but be amused by the comment . he hums quietly , thoughtfully , tilts his head at the girl as he considers his next few words . anyone could take a look at his history , pick up any newspaper or tv remote and find the victims he favoured . SHE SEEMED TO FIT THE DESCRIPTION PERFECTLY .
❛ you’re exactly my league , baby . ❜
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The quarry had been compromised after a little mistake of his. Someone knew of his spot, and the only reason was two cigarettes had been missing from his pack. Perhaps it was such a subtle thing a NORMAL person wouldn’t notice, but Patrick wasn’t normal in the slightest. In fact, such a thing caused stress, enough that he had decided to find a new place to hide out when he wanted time away. The choice, the well house on Neibolt Street. It seemed like the perfect place to him, and no one would come lookin’ for him there should any trouble arise.
Slow steps are taken across the charred floor, his eyes wide as he overlooks his surroundings with a stone visage. It was a lack of expression. . .almost hyper-focused in a sense. The irony was that such a look was true to whom Patrick had truly been behind his mask. A sick, troubled boy that just wanted the world to BURN.
Patrick makes himself at home, finding a seat on the ripped up couch. There’s a slight breath of relief to escape him, as he cracks his neck, his hands reaching to pull a spliff from his sock. He’d waste no time lighting it up, his mind feeling at ease, believing he was alone.
What about your muse makes you sad?
QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN ABOUT THE MUSE
Everything? Like I know Henry is a villain and blah blah blah. But like – his mom left him in the hands of a man who she knew abused him. He’s spent his entire life thinking he’s worth absolutely nothing other than what his father doles out to him on a daily basis. It breaks my heart that the only time Henry feels remotely anything close to a good emotion is when he’s hanging out with his friends, but even then he has to watch himself kill his best friends under the influence of Pennywise. It saddens me that Henry spent 27 years feeling guilty for something that he couldn’t have stopped from happening. It hurts knowing that Henry never progressed past the age of 15 because he saw the fucking deadlights and thus just became a fucking puppet. I am constantly sad because of Henry Michael Bowers.
the texas chainsaw series. accepting.
@foxwar / #nosharonstone said “are you afraid of a little blood?” for ember mclain.
“so what? because i’m a girl i’m supposed to be squicked out by blood?” ember scoffs. teenage boys. they never change. he reminds her of her lab partner in high school biology: a big dumb jock who’d asked something similar before mutilating the poor frog on the tray. she woke up with mr franklin worriedly leaning over her on the floor because she’d fainted. so, sure, she was squicked out by blood then but ember wasn’t that girl anymore. she’d died and come back as a fucking ghost. she could deal with some blood. maybe she’d show him her real face, see if he freaked - he’d probably enjoy it. she crosses her arms, lifting her chin haughtily. “c’mon. let’s see it then.”
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‘is it being greedy to need somebody to see me and say my name?’
/ @killfame
SHE SUCKS IN a sharp breath, considering the question that holds softly in the air. is it greedy? she knows why she’s called, why she’s said a name that could potentially damn her and then some. because there’s power in a name (a weep for a long lost sister, a prayer for resolution) and she’s called upon it, only to sit side by side with someone with the chills of death. she murmurs, turning a chin to face the girl alight with blue. “not anymore greedy than what i’ve done get you here.”
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