[ that is absolutely not the reaction she expected him to have to being surprised, and it almost makes julie laugh. she shrugs a shoulder instead, watching him try to regain his composure, and waits a moment or two before she actually answers. ]
I mean you and your relentless fucking altruism. [ she points at him with her knife, gesturing up and down. ] Do you know how annoying it is?
[ Quentin takes a deep calming breath and points at her with a finger warningly when he thinks she'll laugh. He drops it at the shrug and settles for picking at the end of his jacket's sleeves. ]
My altruism. [ Flat. Questioning. Eyes on the knife again, following it up and down as she moves it. ] Pretty annoying if you're coming all the way over here to cut me over it. I'm not going to apologize for trying to help.
[ it's very annoying! julie doesn't even know what she came here for. just to have a go at him for being nice? it's not even just that he's nice, he's not the only survivor who is, but there's something about quentin that's so disarming sometimes she has to remind herself not to let her guard down. what a pain. ]
You're so goddamn nice. Kinda makes me wanna slit your throat like... All the time.
[ but she puts her knife away when she says that, so obviously it's not what julie's here to do. she folds her arms over her chest, scowling behind her mask. ]
[ Quentin fidgets where he stands, picking at a thread on one sleeve then stopping before he pulls a hole in it. He's just trying to figure out what the hell Julie is doing, watching her very carefully but isn't in a position to actually block a damn thing if she does come swinging at him. ]
Oh. Cool. That's a normal reaction to have to niceness. [ The knife goes away and his shoulders drop down some. He moves a hand towards his mouth like he's going to bite his nails but never actually does it. ] So, uh, why aren't you-- ? [ The hand near his face is used to point at his neck and run an invisible line through it. Slice. ] Not that I want that.
Oh. Susie would skin me alive if I hurt you outside a trial.
[ said like it's a joke, but it's not and they both know it. maybe susie wouldn't skin her, but she's possessive and that darkness in her was there well before the entity got its claws in. ]
[ He nods, a little smile crosses his face for a second and he visibly relaxes into a slouch. Any guard just melted away. Susie, Susie, he adores you. He doesn't think she'd actually skin Julie and thinks that's probably an exaggeration to "it would upset Susie" though. Julie's a good friend to Susie and wouldn't hurt her feelings. That's what that is.
Okay so maybe Susie might tackle her to the ground or something? ]
And in the trial?
[ Didn't get him there either. He made it super easy too. Should he be questioning this and potentially making her change her mind on actually following through with the knife? Probably not. ]
I was tipsy and concussed. The fact I stabbed anyone that trial is a miracle.
[ a normal thing to do would be to thank him for trying to help, and the thought does cross her mind, but that's dangerously close to showing appreciation or something and that's stupid. ]
Here. [ she reaches inside her jacket and pulls out a bottle that she abruptly tosses to quentin with no warning. the glass is thick though, fancy looking vodka bottle, if it falls it should be fine. ] You said you'd drink with me, right?
[ Asking kindly about her well-being after she just said him being nice made her want to slit his throat is fine now because she's not going to do it. Ha.
The bottle gets tossed and he's honestly definitely not expecting thick glass. It almost smacks him right in the face and he only caught it by the grace of god, albeit entirely awkwardly in his elbow. ] Shit. [ He shifts the weight in his arm to grab it properly, looking at the label with a bemused expression. Okay. Didn't think she'd actually follow up on that one. ]
Uh- Y-Yeah, yeah. I did say that. [ Well. Guess he's about to be drinking now. He tries to recall how many different drugs are in his system today and how well they mix with alcohol. Should be just his own pills and maybe some- Whatever. He doesn't actually care. He's not pleased about the drunken sleep this'll lead to. That's going to be fucking horrific. Terrifying even. Maybe he can black out and not even dream.
Or being next to Julie is deterrent? Hopefully she doesn't ditch him somewhere. ]
You want to hang here or--? Do you even get along with anyone here?
[ No, right? Quentin's already taking the cap off the bottle and taking a swing of it. He makes a disgusted face, hating it and the burn. He coughs. And then just takes a second gulp of it. ] Ugh. [ He closes the medkit he had been filling, puts it aside in a safe spot then moves over to her and holds the bottle out. ]
Never had any complaints. [ ha ha ha okay jules now isn't the time ] No, it's fine-- We all heal fast here.
[ she watches quentin fumble with the bottle with a raised eyebrow and a snort, a shake of her head at his question. she's probably threatened to gut at least half of the people there in the middle of otherwise seemingly normal conversations, so... yeah. doesn't really get along with them is a way to put it. ]
[ ahem. anyway. ]
You don't sleep 'cause of Fingers, right?
[ it's not a question so much as julie thinking things through as she speaks, because it doesn't occur to her until right then that she can't hang around here, and she's going to have to keep an eye on quentin. she sighs as she takes the bottle, lifts her mask just enough to take a drink, and then gestures for quentin to follow her. ]
Come to Ormond. That way if you pass out he can't get you.
[ His eyebrows shoot up into his hairline at her. Is Joey the only one that hasn't made a dirty joke now? ] Okay. Good. About the healing.
[ Quentin rubs under his nose, shrugging at her and looking anywhere but at her at the question. ]
Fingers- Right. Yeah, I don't sleep because of that plate of baked ziti.
[ He wonders what Julie thinks. Susie knows what Krueger did, at least to the extent that he hurt him very young. He starts tilting his head to try and peak under her mask at her when she drinks. He's not about to ask about her opinions but she seems to provide an answer for him that makes him crack a smile at her. ]
Cool. Okay. [ His hands find their way into his pockets and he waits for her to take point. He'll follow right next to her. The fog is the fog and killers know their way around better than he does. Especially when he's just started drinking... ]
You know Susie lets me sleep there sometimes. [ Not sure that was a secret? ] I hope that's not, um, massively invading your space or anything? Frank apparently knows. [ He leans his head back, making a face. ]
[ here's a fun fact about julie. she's actually not that confident or self-assured, the prickly killer bitch is an easy way to get around it. the joke's a weak attempt to shake off some of that anxiety, but it doesn't really work. just leaves her feeling stupid that she feels like she still needs frank to hold her hand when she's feeling off-kilter. ]
[ she holds the bottle tight as she leads the way — it's not a long walk for her, five or ten minutes at the very most — and decides she doesn't want to think too much about anything quentin says. she knows he's linked to freddy somehow, and her own... interactions with him have a million suggestions flit through her head, but it's none of her business and she sure as fuck doesn't want to end up feeling sympathetic toward quentin. ]
[ but that means at least she doesn't ask any questions, lets it lie and lets quentin move the conversation elsewhere. ]
Yeah, I know.
[ and her tone of voice suggests she's not happy about it, but she doesn't say any more on the topic. she hasn't said a word to julie about it, barely anything to frank even, because what is she going to do? susie knows she hates survivors being in ormond outside trials, in their space, but that said there's no reasonable way to say "hey don't bring your boyfriend here" so... quentin gets to sleep there. ]
[ Quentin isn't all that self-assured either and certainly not the most confident person in the world but he's friendly. He's outgoing just enough to approach people and try to talk to them, even if he stutters his way through it the first time. Julie seems way more guarded. She said one thing not much else. Like Nancy, though Nancy gives him a little more to work with nowadays.
Not that he wants to talk about Krueger but he half-expected to be questioned on it. Frank would've said something, for sure. He doesn't know Julie well enough to know she wouldn't. That's appreciated. He's more than happy to move on there.
The bottle has only been tapped by him so far and he's starting to feel a little stupid for that. Maybe he should've waited. And not brought up invading her home by making it a spot he's frequenting? She sounds displeased. But, you know, he's there. He's kissing her friend. He should be able to talk to them without it being weird as hell. ]
I put all the movies I found to watch with Susie by that TV you guys had that I guess, uh, Joey brought in to, um, to try and date a ghost but it's good for regular non-cursed entertainment now.
[ to be fair she didn't expect him to immediately take two pulls from the bottle. have some self-control, geez. ]
[ the mention of joey is something she can latch on to though, electing not to think too hard on the fact that quentin is apparently tight with joey too. of course he is. jesus christ. ]
God I wish he'd try and talk to her like a normal person.
[ and now they all have to be worried about this stupid tape because joey's a dumbass about girls. ]
He's moving while looking behind them every so often because there are things in the fog, even if they haven't gone for him. Maybe it's his company lately. ]
Not exactly a normal person to try to talk to. But, yeah, I think re-watching that thing is insane. Once was probably enough to give her an idea he was interested. Has he always done things like that?
[ Joey, there are safer ways to try and get a date. Not that Quentin can do much talking about it. ]
[ it's not a yes, but it's not a no either. still, julie says it with both the fondness and exhaustion appropriate for a friendship as long as theirs, but she's not going to tell quentin any fun details either. ]
[ There's amusement hearing the fondness she's got in her tone. He doesn't expect Julie to go into specifics but that's a simple enough question. Yes or No. ]
Girls liked him, but you know... [ shrug ] Small town.
[ a nice way to say "well he has hecka intimacy issues like all four of us do and we lived in a small town so y'know after a while there's no more girls." ]
That's scary. She can curse you through phones? I thought she was nice enough. She lets me go a lot, which I can't get a reason for, but also completely bypasses following any hooks during other trials and just-
[ He widens his eyes and snaps his fingers. ] Instant death. Is Adiris your friend? She asked me about religion once.
[ He picks up his pace a step, now that where they're going is in sight. Ormond is becoming a comforting place. It's a safe haven here. Susie is there. Certain demons are not. It's cold as hell but there are ways to stay warm. ]
[ she notes the way quentin suddenly seems to relax when ormond's in view, the way he gets more confident in step, and it makes julie clench her jaw in annoyance. how much time has he been spending there exactly? ]
[ and another killer who goes easy on him? everybody just loves quentin huh. ]
Not really, but I try not to piss her off.
[ she feels like plague doesn't really grasp exactly why she's here, or rather that isn't some god looking out for her or whatever. it's just some cosmic parasite hellbent on sucking as much out of them as it can before it throws them away and moves on. ]
I don't know if Sadako cursed it on purpose, she just kinda... [ hm ] I think her shit gets fucky with tech? I haven't asked though.
[ Enough to know where everything in the cabinets are.
He nods, trying to visualize Julie talking to Adiris all casual like. Adiris sort of explained her reasoning to him. She thinks the Entity is her god and will fix everything so she follows it without question. It's sad, in a way. But maybe he's been doing the same thing thinking somebody will spare him eventually. ]
Maybe we can get Joey to ask if he pulls it off. I haven't asked around too much about her since I didn't want to make Yoichi uncomfortable.
[ her shoulders relax a little once she feels the crunch of snow under her shoes. it doesn't feel like anyone else is around right now, which is kind of a relief. she'd rather not have to explain why she's bringing susie's boyfriend to ormond. ]
Are they... [ what's the word ] Linked?
[ she glances at quentin briefly when she asks, that's one she's never sure of when a new pair show up. the entity loves to bring in a survivor and killer together, but that doesn't mean they know eachother or are obviously connected somehow. though julie suspects sometimes they are more than they think. ]
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I mean you and your relentless fucking altruism. [ she points at him with her knife, gesturing up and down. ] Do you know how annoying it is?
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My altruism. [ Flat. Questioning. Eyes on the knife again, following it up and down as she moves it. ] Pretty annoying if you're coming all the way over here to cut me over it. I'm not going to apologize for trying to help.
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You're so goddamn nice. Kinda makes me wanna slit your throat like... All the time.
[ but she puts her knife away when she says that, so obviously it's not what julie's here to do. she folds her arms over her chest, scowling behind her mask. ]
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Oh. Cool. That's a normal reaction to have to niceness. [ The knife goes away and his shoulders drop down some. He moves a hand towards his mouth like he's going to bite his nails but never actually does it. ] So, uh, why aren't you-- ? [ The hand near his face is used to point at his neck and run an invisible line through it. Slice. ] Not that I want that.
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[ said like it's a joke, but it's not and they both know it. maybe susie wouldn't skin her, but she's possessive and that darkness in her was there well before the entity got its claws in. ]
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[ He nods, a little smile crosses his face for a second and he visibly relaxes into a slouch. Any guard just melted away. Susie, Susie, he adores you. He doesn't think she'd actually skin Julie and thinks that's probably an exaggeration to "it would upset Susie" though. Julie's a good friend to Susie and wouldn't hurt her feelings. That's what that is.
Okay so maybe Susie might tackle her to the ground or something? ]
And in the trial?
[ Didn't get him there either. He made it super easy too. Should he be questioning this and potentially making her change her mind on actually following through with the knife? Probably not. ]
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[ a normal thing to do would be to thank him for trying to help, and the thought does cross her mind, but that's dangerously close to showing appreciation or something and that's stupid. ]
Here. [ she reaches inside her jacket and pulls out a bottle that she abruptly tosses to quentin with no warning. the glass is thick though, fancy looking vodka bottle, if it falls it should be fine. ] You said you'd drink with me, right?
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[ Asking kindly about her well-being after she just said him being nice made her want to slit his throat is fine now because she's not going to do it. Ha.
The bottle gets tossed and he's honestly definitely not expecting thick glass. It almost smacks him right in the face and he only caught it by the grace of god, albeit entirely awkwardly in his elbow. ] Shit. [ He shifts the weight in his arm to grab it properly, looking at the label with a bemused expression. Okay. Didn't think she'd actually follow up on that one. ]
Uh- Y-Yeah, yeah. I did say that. [ Well. Guess he's about to be drinking now. He tries to recall how many different drugs are in his system today and how well they mix with alcohol. Should be just his own pills and maybe some- Whatever. He doesn't actually care. He's not pleased about the drunken sleep this'll lead to. That's going to be fucking horrific. Terrifying even. Maybe he can black out and not even dream.
Or being next to Julie is deterrent? Hopefully she doesn't ditch him somewhere. ]
You want to hang here or--? Do you even get along with anyone here?
[ No, right? Quentin's already taking the cap off the bottle and taking a swing of it. He makes a disgusted face, hating it and the burn. He coughs. And then just takes a second gulp of it. ] Ugh. [ He closes the medkit he had been filling, puts it aside in a safe spot then moves over to her and holds the bottle out. ]
Okay. Here. Where we going?
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[ she watches quentin fumble with the bottle with a raised eyebrow and a snort, a shake of her head at his question. she's probably threatened to gut at least half of the people there in the middle of otherwise seemingly normal conversations, so... yeah. doesn't really get along with them is a way to put it. ]
[ ahem. anyway. ]
You don't sleep 'cause of Fingers, right?
[ it's not a question so much as julie thinking things through as she speaks, because it doesn't occur to her until right then that she can't hang around here, and she's going to have to keep an eye on quentin. she sighs as she takes the bottle, lifts her mask just enough to take a drink, and then gestures for quentin to follow her. ]
Come to Ormond. That way if you pass out he can't get you.
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[ Quentin rubs under his nose, shrugging at her and looking anywhere but at her at the question. ]
Fingers- Right. Yeah, I don't sleep because of that plate of baked ziti.
[ He wonders what Julie thinks. Susie knows what Krueger did, at least to the extent that he hurt him very young. He starts tilting his head to try and peak under her mask at her when she drinks. He's not about to ask about her opinions but she seems to provide an answer for him that makes him crack a smile at her. ]
Cool. Okay. [ His hands find their way into his pockets and he waits for her to take point. He'll follow right next to her. The fog is the fog and killers know their way around better than he does. Especially when he's just started drinking... ]
You know Susie lets me sleep there sometimes. [ Not sure that was a secret? ] I hope that's not, um, massively invading your space or anything? Frank apparently knows. [ He leans his head back, making a face. ]
And like... drew on me.
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[ she holds the bottle tight as she leads the way — it's not a long walk for her, five or ten minutes at the very most — and decides she doesn't want to think too much about anything quentin says. she knows he's linked to freddy somehow, and her own... interactions with him have a million suggestions flit through her head, but it's none of her business and she sure as fuck doesn't want to end up feeling sympathetic toward quentin. ]
[ but that means at least she doesn't ask any questions, lets it lie and lets quentin move the conversation elsewhere. ]
Yeah, I know.
[ and her tone of voice suggests she's not happy about it, but she doesn't say any more on the topic. she hasn't said a word to julie about it, barely anything to frank even, because what is she going to do? susie knows she hates survivors being in ormond outside trials, in their space, but that said there's no reasonable way to say "hey don't bring your boyfriend here" so... quentin gets to sleep there. ]
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Not that he wants to talk about Krueger but he half-expected to be questioned on it. Frank would've said something, for sure. He doesn't know Julie well enough to know she wouldn't. That's appreciated. He's more than happy to move on there.
The bottle has only been tapped by him so far and he's starting to feel a little stupid for that. Maybe he should've waited. And not brought up invading her home by making it a spot he's frequenting? She sounds displeased. But, you know, he's there. He's kissing her friend. He should be able to talk to them without it being weird as hell. ]
I put all the movies I found to watch with Susie by that TV you guys had that I guess, uh, Joey brought in to, um, to try and date a ghost but it's good for regular non-cursed entertainment now.
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[ the mention of joey is something she can latch on to though, electing not to think too hard on the fact that quentin is apparently tight with joey too. of course he is. jesus christ. ]
God I wish he'd try and talk to her like a normal person.
[ and now they all have to be worried about this stupid tape because joey's a dumbass about girls. ]
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He's moving while looking behind them every so often because there are things in the fog, even if they haven't gone for him. Maybe it's his company lately. ]
Not exactly a normal person to try to talk to. But, yeah, I think re-watching that thing is insane. Once was probably enough to give her an idea he was interested. Has he always done things like that?
[ Joey, there are safer ways to try and get a date. Not that Quentin can do much talking about it. ]
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[ it's not a yes, but it's not a no either. still, julie says it with both the fondness and exhaustion appropriate for a friendship as long as theirs, but she's not going to tell quentin any fun details either. ]
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[ There's amusement hearing the fondness she's got in her tone. He doesn't expect Julie to go into specifics but that's a simple enough question. Yes or No. ]
He's charming enough.
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[ a nice way to say "well he has hecka intimacy issues like all four of us do and we lived in a small town so y'know after a while there's no more girls." ]
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[ Fond and exhaustion she used earlier echoed back faintly, tinged with sadness. He rubs his arm, shrugging both his shoulders up. ]
This is pretty small place too. She's, you know, different so maybe it'll stick.
[ Different by being a little dead revenge fueled girl that curses you. ]
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Can she even talk? I've never heard her say anything.
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[ temporary phone curses aside, julie visibly relaxes a little when ormond comes into view. just a few more minutes until she's on her home turf. ]
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[ He widens his eyes and snaps his fingers. ] Instant death. Is Adiris your friend? She asked me about religion once.
[ He picks up his pace a step, now that where they're going is in sight. Ormond is becoming a comforting place. It's a safe haven here. Susie is there. Certain demons are not. It's cold as hell but there are ways to stay warm. ]
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[ and another killer who goes easy on him? everybody just loves quentin huh. ]
Not really, but I try not to piss her off.
[ she feels like plague doesn't really grasp exactly why she's here, or rather that isn't some god looking out for her or whatever. it's just some cosmic parasite hellbent on sucking as much out of them as it can before it throws them away and moves on. ]
I don't know if Sadako cursed it on purpose, she just kinda... [ hm ] I think her shit gets fucky with tech? I haven't asked though.
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He nods, trying to visualize Julie talking to Adiris all casual like. Adiris sort of explained her reasoning to him. She thinks the Entity is her god and will fix everything so she follows it without question. It's sad, in a way. But maybe he's been doing the same thing thinking somebody will spare him eventually. ]
Maybe we can get Joey to ask if he pulls it off. I haven't asked around too much about her since I didn't want to make Yoichi uncomfortable.
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Are they... [ what's the word ] Linked?
[ she glances at quentin briefly when she asks, that's one she's never sure of when a new pair show up. the entity loves to bring in a survivor and killer together, but that doesn't mean they know eachother or are obviously connected somehow. though julie suspects sometimes they are more than they think. ]
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