Apex predator

          [ REBOOT ] Independent and highly selective DANNY JOHNSON / JED OLSEN of DEAD BY DAYLIGHT. This portrayal will be heavily headcanon based. DO NOT FOLLOW IF YOU ARE UNDER EIGHTTEEN. Please be sure to read all rules and about before interacting. --- Loved and written by Rick.  †

MEME // ALWAYS ACCEPTING 

@lowsurvival​ begged;

" i did this. i ruined everything... "

             “ What? Come on now, don’t talk like ‘at. “ 

                        At that Jed moved closer, letting a FIRM hand rest on the side of Lara’s neck. A caring act that he’d done from the BEGINING of their relationship. As ROCKY as it was, the two seemed to have a somewhat DECENT thing going. Despite the occlusal bumps, like the one they faced NOW. 

It was a common fight between the two. Same thing, different night. Jed was a WORKER. One who would often ‘ work ‘ VERY late into the night. The Ghost had to be fed, Danny WANTED to feed it. But Lara worried ... Within good reason he supposed. The journalist cocked his head to the side, forcing the woman to meet his gaze, “ Couple’s fight. I get it--- Yer just tired and I should let you know when I’ma be late. I’m sorry. “ 

Jed was planting a SEED, as simple as it was. Drawing Lara’s attention away, so she would stay TRAPPED in the reality he was creating. That Jed Olsen was a GOOD MAN, one who loved her VERY MUCH, and happened to be a workaholic. Leading him to come home very late some nights. Yet, only part of that was a LIE, which ones Danny was not fully sure of, but he did know that Lara would be SAFER to not know. She had PICKED and the Ghost had BITTEN back. TOO CLOSE. 

     It was his first time on stage: a remarkable moment in Arthur’s life. One that he dreamt of for so long and he’s finally made it happen- he gathered up enough courage to step into the spotlight where he’d share the very jokes he spent weeks brainstorming. Despite the rough start, he felt confidence in his performance. The laughter he earned was more directed at him rather than at his jokes but Arthur was optimistic for once: he thought they were laughing at his jokes and he was amazed to have someone approach him after the show- it felt good. Between his stand up show and the news buzzing around Gotham City of the killer clown,  all of this new found attention sparked confidence in Arthur.

     His eyes locked onto Jed, a slight nod of his head, deciding to go along with it. “Oh, really? Yeah, I’ve seen your name before.” he claimed. He never really cared to read the paper up until lately, snipping out articles written about the murders he’s committed for keepsake, but he’s never really paid too much attention to the authors and didn’t actually know who Jed was. “You want to write about me? In the paper?” he asked. As excited as he was, he was hesitant to accept the offer. Nothing ever goes right for him- it seems like everything good that happens to him is always laced with bad things. “What’s your next article about? Depressed comedians?”

               Gotham City was a GOLDMINE for the journalist, with DEATH AND ROT on every corner. A story was never to far from his grasp. Hell, Jed was confident he could KILL someone right on the corner, before GOD AND EVERYONE. Then write a story and have it sold to, at least two newspapers, before the sun even rose. It was CHARMING in a way that many couldn’t see. THAT RAW SELFISHNESS. The pure eagerness to NOT SEE the shit you stepped in.

“ ‘at right. “ The journalist nodded at the question, before a light chuckle came with the next, “ Nah ... I mean--- unless that’s what you’d like to talk about. “ He flashed ANOTHER toothy grin at the man, “ I like you, Arthur. You ain’t afraid to tell the truth, like the rest of this shit hole city is. Ya know what I mean? “ 

              Hollow eyes watched the Groom as he paced, his place in the Entity's realm still FREASH and NEW, like a fawn still learning the forest. Yet still, Danny did well to keep his distance. Sitting along one of the many brick walls that caged in their HUNTING GROUND. Not to far, but safe from the larger mans REACH. As the Groom moved closer, Danny whistled at him. Much like an owner does to GRAB their hounds attention. When their gazes met, the ghost grinned despite his features being HIDDEN by the frozen scream. 

RANDOM ENCOUNTER // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

@apostlc​ begged;

"do you believe me now when i say that maybe, maybeee we’re both demon proof?"

             Let it be known that Jed ENJOYED his small talks with Miles. HE LIKED MILES, the way the man spoke, the way he FOUGHT to make his point known. It always caused a GRIN to crawl over the journalist face, meeting the eyes and reviling the teeth. Today was no different, as they sat across from one another in the small café. The light rustle of conversation, mixing with the smell of coffee. It was a NICE spot where they met whenever Jed was in town, which ... Wasn’t as OFTEN these days. His work becoming more and more DELICATE, that he had to travel FURTHER out for better jobs. So he says, at least.

“Is there not something soft about the loving way that the lion licks the freshly exposed leg bone of the zebra? Or in the gentle way that the constrictor noses the fur of its prey, safely held within its coils, in search of the head? There is always a softness to violence, when it is natural. Something tender, at the heart of it,” Hannibal held his hands behind his back, standing somewhat behind the other man.

“What softness do you seek, Jed?”

             The journalist remained SILENT as the doctor spoke, eyeing him closely as he painted a picture that only made the Ghost PURR. A softness to violence. It sounded IMPOSSIBLE, but ... Jed was willing to BITE. Taking the others bait, “ ... I seek--- Somethin’ that would stop the hate. “ A LIE, but one that Jed could spin well. He hummed, letting hands easily slid into his pockets, before turning his attention away from Hannibal. Instead, looking over the room itself.