#roslanpike

( @heyroslan​ ) It was that time of day again. Her captors didn’t afford her the luxury of a watch, clock, or literally anything to have any concept of time at all, but Cara didn’t need frills. She had her circadian rhythm, and with that she thrived. And by thrived I mean she fucking screamed. Fourteen times an hour. On the dot. Just like right now. Months after they first took her away, Cara still fucking did it. She fucking howled. After letting out the most bloodcurdling scream her feeble heart could manage (it was actually pretty good; she was very dramatic), Cara rattled her bars. She didn’t do that after every scream, but for this one...it just felt right. Then, quietly, “Roslan? Are you there?”

( @heyroslan ) Cara sprinted out of the woods, her eyes lighting up when she spotted Roslan at his tent. Her feet carried her to his side in an instant. “Roslan, you’re just the person I was looking for!” Cara gasped out between heavy breaths, her hand clutching her side as she wheezed. “I think I just saw this weird creature in this lake. Not the one everyone’s been going to, one that’s deeper in the woods.”

solomon: just a little fun with the the don't tell him or ur Next

( @heyroslan, @thecdorebabineaux ) “What’s up, YouTube, it’s ya bois Solomon, Roslan, and Theo here with the very first episode of Cape Hazel Cryptids,” Solomon said into the camera he held at an armslength, surely capturing one of his worst angles for internet-wide posterity. As he, Theo, and Roslan crunched through the snowy woods, he continued, “We’re out here looking for one of the cape’s most quintessential legends, Yeff. Local lore says Yeff is a flamboyant, almost ghostly cryptid who bears a striking resemblance to the town mayor, Zeff Goldlbum, but no one has definitively concluded if Zeff and Yeff are two different entities. Any comments, boys?” Solomon asked, turning the camera back to Theo and Roslan walking ahead of him.

( @heyroslan ) As she walked Bear through town, Grace noticed something yellow tumble from the bag of the person ahead of her. “Hey, you dropped something,” she said loudly as she reached down to pluck it from the ground. “Oh,” Grace said as her brain recognized the decorative mask from last Friday, and when she looked up to see Roslan, connecting the dots, she repeated. “Oh. I mean, Roslan, hey, you dropped your mask.”