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[ Sometimes, you’re trying to text a friend. Sometimes that friend’s name is “Susie”, with an S. And sometimes you accidentally text a not-friend who is under your phone contacts by “Shape”. Which also stars with an S.
And you never get a text back, but sometimes you do get a response of a sort. Like this one.
He shows up a short while after the misfire, out in the middle of the snow on Mount Ormond, by the visitors’ information board. Anyone can tell he’s there because the mountain is eerily quiet. The usual low howling of the icy winds, the cracking and breaking and falling of icicles, the distant cawing of crows… it’s all missing. All signs of life and the passing of time just goes completely dead silent. Even here, the presence of the purest evil is acknowledged by everything.
And he watches. Stares. Does nothing and says nothing, but he’s there, as though waiting for an answer. ]
And you never get a text back, but sometimes you do get a response of a sort. Like this one.
He shows up a short while after the misfire, out in the middle of the snow on Mount Ormond, by the visitors’ information board. Anyone can tell he’s there because the mountain is eerily quiet. The usual low howling of the icy winds, the cracking and breaking and falling of icicles, the distant cawing of crows… it’s all missing. All signs of life and the passing of time just goes completely dead silent. Even here, the presence of the purest evil is acknowledged by everything.
And he watches. Stares. Does nothing and says nothing, but he’s there, as though waiting for an answer. ]
[ it takes julie a while to discover they have a guest, mostly because the lack of a response meant she assumed susie was busy and went about her own business. it's hours later when she's trudging through the snow with a bottle of gin and a pack of cigarettes she managed to liberate from a house in haddinfield, when she pauses. ]
[ something's wrong here. in a way that's familiar, but not enough so for her to place it. ]
[ weirdly, she doesn't even notice michael straight away. only when she turns on the spot a little way away from the notice board, a niggling feeling that she's missed something important, that's when she spots him. her very sensible response being to shriek out of surprise and throw the pack of cigarettes at him. ]
[ and then she bursts into laughter when that adrenaline hits. ]
What the fuck? What are you doing here?
[ something's wrong here. in a way that's familiar, but not enough so for her to place it. ]
[ weirdly, she doesn't even notice michael straight away. only when she turns on the spot a little way away from the notice board, a niggling feeling that she's missed something important, that's when she spots him. her very sensible response being to shriek out of surprise and throw the pack of cigarettes at him. ]
[ and then she bursts into laughter when that adrenaline hits. ]
What the fuck? What are you doing here?
[ x ]
See you then.
[ a little relieved he doesn't ask why not ormond, even if she did give a good excuse for trekking to autohaven. julie appreciates that about talking to eddie, he doesn't really pry. some of the other survivors ask so many questions like they should get to look at her life story or whatever just because she's not some twisted up monstrosity on the outside. pisses her off. ]
[ anyway. ]
[ getting through the fog is easy enough at this point, at least it is when it comes to travelling between the realms (and to the campfire.) there's other stuff out there, she knows, but julie's never tried venturing out that far. the thought gets choked away every time it starts to form. but getting to autohaven is quick and easy, takes maybe ten minutes even at a normal pace, so she stops first to grab her walkman and a couple things before setting off. a bottle of water because sometimes she gets the worst cottonmouth and a couple bags of chips they raided from the rpd vending machines. mask on and knife in hand, that's when she feels comfortable enough to leave. ]
[ it's no surprise she gets there first. it's chilly, but it doesn't compare to the cold of ormond, and julie's careful and quiet about making her way through to the office. she brought a sleeping bag too, just for something soft to sit on, and plops it down by a wall and herself soon after. knees pulled up, one foot tapping along to her music while she waits. ]
See you then.
[ a little relieved he doesn't ask why not ormond, even if she did give a good excuse for trekking to autohaven. julie appreciates that about talking to eddie, he doesn't really pry. some of the other survivors ask so many questions like they should get to look at her life story or whatever just because she's not some twisted up monstrosity on the outside. pisses her off. ]
[ anyway. ]
[ getting through the fog is easy enough at this point, at least it is when it comes to travelling between the realms (and to the campfire.) there's other stuff out there, she knows, but julie's never tried venturing out that far. the thought gets choked away every time it starts to form. but getting to autohaven is quick and easy, takes maybe ten minutes even at a normal pace, so she stops first to grab her walkman and a couple things before setting off. a bottle of water because sometimes she gets the worst cottonmouth and a couple bags of chips they raided from the rpd vending machines. mask on and knife in hand, that's when she feels comfortable enough to leave. ]
[ it's no surprise she gets there first. it's chilly, but it doesn't compare to the cold of ormond, and julie's careful and quiet about making her way through to the office. she brought a sleeping bag too, just for something soft to sit on, and plops it down by a wall and herself soon after. knees pulled up, one foot tapping along to her music while she waits. ]
[ x ]
[ she can hear the entity in the back of her head, it's... angry, but also disappointed. she hasn't been doing her best in trials lately. she and frank are usually the reliable ones, even if the survivors get out it's usually still a good showing. enough to keep it sated until the next trial. this is probably gonna be a bad meeting. they're all bad meetings. ]
[ julie, when quentin arrives, is sitting on the floor just outside the stall, just in a tank top and her mask. her hoodie and jacket are on the ground next to her, hood and shoulder of said hoodie soaked in blood, as is julie's hair turned red from blonde mostly on the top left part. she's tried to clean up, but there's not really much she can do until she's sent back to ormond. ]
You know, that's something I've never wanted to think about. Thanks.
[ she can hear the entity in the back of her head, it's... angry, but also disappointed. she hasn't been doing her best in trials lately. she and frank are usually the reliable ones, even if the survivors get out it's usually still a good showing. enough to keep it sated until the next trial. this is probably gonna be a bad meeting. they're all bad meetings. ]
[ julie, when quentin arrives, is sitting on the floor just outside the stall, just in a tank top and her mask. her hoodie and jacket are on the ground next to her, hood and shoulder of said hoodie soaked in blood, as is julie's hair turned red from blonde mostly on the top left part. she's tried to clean up, but there's not really much she can do until she's sent back to ormond. ]
You know, that's something I've never wanted to think about. Thanks.
[ Quentin's noticed but mostly because the universe has decided to put him in her path be on the receiving ends of texts. While also being in the trial when she does it. Could be a funny coincidence but he's more of a believer in higher powers kind of guy.
Like this is an utterly dangerous move and he's probably getting impaled in 2 minutes by a giant spider claw for it but whatever. ]
You're welcome. I personally think we should think about how monsters shit more often.
[ Flashing a toothy smile at her. He crouches next to her, crunching pieces beneath his soles and by dropping a kit on the floor. He's rolling his jacket sleeves up to his elbows while doing a quick damage assessment with the current visuals. Ouch. He reaches a hand towards her head then pulls it back in a hesitation, looking at her eyes- ...her mask's eyes with a raised eyebrow like he's unsure if she's going to slice his wrist for doing it. Blue eyes briefly then go darting around the floor for the knife. Is it in the jacket?
He shrugs then and goes in there with all the practice of someone that's taken care of a thousand head wounds by now. ]
Do you bring the drinks in with you or pre-game the trial? 'Cause this is an elementary school.
Like this is an utterly dangerous move and he's probably getting impaled in 2 minutes by a giant spider claw for it but whatever. ]
You're welcome. I personally think we should think about how monsters shit more often.
[ Flashing a toothy smile at her. He crouches next to her, crunching pieces beneath his soles and by dropping a kit on the floor. He's rolling his jacket sleeves up to his elbows while doing a quick damage assessment with the current visuals. Ouch. He reaches a hand towards her head then pulls it back in a hesitation, looking at her eyes- ...her mask's eyes with a raised eyebrow like he's unsure if she's going to slice his wrist for doing it. Blue eyes briefly then go darting around the floor for the knife. Is it in the jacket?
He shrugs then and goes in there with all the practice of someone that's taken care of a thousand head wounds by now. ]
Do you bring the drinks in with you or pre-game the trial? 'Cause this is an elementary school.
[ julie's hand twitches for the knife under her jacket when quentin gets down there with her, but she stops herself. susie would be pissed if she killed her little boyfriend for trying to help, even if it confuses the fuck out of her. he's so relentlessly nice it kind of drives her insane. ]
What? You never found a flask in the teacher's desk?
[ it's confusing, she would've assumed she'd sober up coming here, but she doesn't remember being drunk before a trial before. maybe the entity doesn't like to help out that way. or maybe she's just unlucky. ]
[ after a few moments contemplation of her miserable situation, julie looks up suddenly and smack's quentin's hand away. ]
Why are you helping me? Get the fuck out.
What? You never found a flask in the teacher's desk?
[ it's confusing, she would've assumed she'd sober up coming here, but she doesn't remember being drunk before a trial before. maybe the entity doesn't like to help out that way. or maybe she's just unlucky. ]
[ after a few moments contemplation of her miserable situation, julie looks up suddenly and smack's quentin's hand away. ]
Why are you helping me? Get the fuck out.
[ Maybe it's because of Susie that he's insane enough to think he can pull this off. It certainly makes him bolder to try and little by little trying to worm his way in with his efforts. He used to try doing this for just about anyone when he first got there if they gave him enough of a calm reaction like she is but had let some years pass in without trusting he wouldn't get jabbed in the jugular.
He once tried to help Pig. It didn't go over well. ]
Here? No, only percocet. Back home? Same answer. Want some for your head? Got plenty.
[ Her moments of contemplation give him time to at least clean it some and make sure there weren't any shards of porcelain in there. At the slap, he holds his hands up by his face and backs up on his feet from where he's crouching. ]
Seemed like you needed it. And I have no idea if you guys stay hurt when you leave these. [ He makes a face in a bit of irritation. He looks around, assessing the time left. Minute to go. ] At least get off the bathroom floor.
He once tried to help Pig. It didn't go over well. ]
Here? No, only percocet. Back home? Same answer. Want some for your head? Got plenty.
[ Her moments of contemplation give him time to at least clean it some and make sure there weren't any shards of porcelain in there. At the slap, he holds his hands up by his face and backs up on his feet from where he's crouching. ]
Seemed like you needed it. And I have no idea if you guys stay hurt when you leave these. [ He makes a face in a bit of irritation. He looks around, assessing the time left. Minute to go. ] At least get off the bathroom floor.
That's not what I meant.
[ this time she does grab her knife, grip firm on the handle, but she's not raising it to quentin. yet. holds it in a fist atop her thigh more like a barrier between them. ]
I don't know why the fuck the Entity decided to make you my designated driver or whatever, but we're not friends and I don't need your help.
[ a lot of attitude from someone who's still too dizzy to trust her legs enough to try getting up, but there's a scowl behind the mask as julie stares up at him, and then gestures in the vague direction of the exit. ]
You can still get out of here in one piece. Go.
[ this time she does grab her knife, grip firm on the handle, but she's not raising it to quentin. yet. holds it in a fist atop her thigh more like a barrier between them. ]
I don't know why the fuck the Entity decided to make you my designated driver or whatever, but we're not friends and I don't need your help.
[ a lot of attitude from someone who's still too dizzy to trust her legs enough to try getting up, but there's a scowl behind the mask as julie stares up at him, and then gestures in the vague direction of the exit. ]
You can still get out of here in one piece. Go.
[ Eyes on the knife. It's not swinging at him. It's not raised to him. It is, however, gripped for use and pointing in his direction a little. He gets the hint she's trying to get him to back off pretty clearly. ]
Maybe it was looking out for you. [ He frowns. ] Or luring me into being a nice easy kill to help get your groove back on.
[ Quentin can't really tell how poorly or not she might be seeing, since he has no visuals on her actual face and eyes. He has no idea if she's making faces at him under that mask or having her eyes roll back into her head due to a concussion. She gestures, he flinches like he's already going to bolt but hesitates and stays with his feet planted. ]
But- [ He's making a face at her. It's either die by her hand, die by Entity saying "time's up" or get out of dodge. The last option being the most useful to all of them both for his well being and for being able to check in with her after, most likely. He exhales a breath through his nose, throws his hands to the side. ] Okay. [ The medkit is pushed over to her. He then thinks about it and empties his pockets of painkillers and band-aids and puts them in her actual jacket's pocket since she isn't wearing it. He's never actually seen a killer pick up their items before so maybe the Entity doesn't let them but if it's in her pocket then that's hers. Good thing Frank shakes him upside down enough so he figured that out. ]
If you're all fucked up after this then, uh, I told you so? Drink with someone next time. Fuck, I'll even drink with you. I'm a fucking lightweight but just so you stop smashing your head into toilets. Okay? Bye. Talk to you later.
[ He's just tipping to the side with a little wave and rolling in the hole in the floor as a shortcut out of there. Maybe that'd look cool if he didn't hit the stall on the way down. Whatever. He got hatch again. ]
Maybe it was looking out for you. [ He frowns. ] Or luring me into being a nice easy kill to help get your groove back on.
[ Quentin can't really tell how poorly or not she might be seeing, since he has no visuals on her actual face and eyes. He has no idea if she's making faces at him under that mask or having her eyes roll back into her head due to a concussion. She gestures, he flinches like he's already going to bolt but hesitates and stays with his feet planted. ]
But- [ He's making a face at her. It's either die by her hand, die by Entity saying "time's up" or get out of dodge. The last option being the most useful to all of them both for his well being and for being able to check in with her after, most likely. He exhales a breath through his nose, throws his hands to the side. ] Okay. [ The medkit is pushed over to her. He then thinks about it and empties his pockets of painkillers and band-aids and puts them in her actual jacket's pocket since she isn't wearing it. He's never actually seen a killer pick up their items before so maybe the Entity doesn't let them but if it's in her pocket then that's hers. Good thing Frank shakes him upside down enough so he figured that out. ]
If you're all fucked up after this then, uh, I told you so? Drink with someone next time. Fuck, I'll even drink with you. I'm a fucking lightweight but just so you stop smashing your head into toilets. Okay? Bye. Talk to you later.
[ He's just tipping to the side with a little wave and rolling in the hole in the floor as a shortcut out of there. Maybe that'd look cool if he didn't hit the stall on the way down. Whatever. He got hatch again. ]
[ maybe he would have asked why not ormond if his stash was more than just enough for two. maybe he would have asked why not ormond, if he'd actually said more than five words collectively to the threegion outside of being chased around and stabbed in realm after realm. it doesn't cross his mind to ask, though, because he just assumes they're on the same page - it's much easier to get away with not having to share if you remove yourself from the places you're most likely to be found. for julie, that's ormond. for eddie, it's camp. sneaking away to autohaven just makes the most sense.
it takes a couple minutes to get the timing right. to find a moment where no one's paying him any attention, where everyone's focused on something or someone else for long enough that he can slink away unnoticed, but he manages fairly easy. when it comes to navigating through the fog, though, he's still kind of green. getting the hang of it will come with time and experience, but until then, it's a mildly unsettling trip to say the least, but he finds his way with little trouble.
it's still creepy though. being here now, presumably alone (save for julie), is somehow more unsettling than it is when he gets dragged here with three other survivors knowing someone is hunting them. eddie tries not to think about it too much as he slinks through the yard, headed for the office. julie said the wraith probably wouldn't care about them being here, but he's still cautious.
eddie hears the very faint and distant, tinny sound of music, too quiet to be recognizable or familiar, but it pulls him in the right direction, and when he steps into the office doorway (more like swings into it, one hand gripping at the door frame), he hangs out there for a few seconds. with julie sitting on the floor, he has to look down at her, and he smiles a little lopsidedly. ]
Shit, am I late? [ he's pretty sure he's not, but she looks like she's been here for a couple minutes already at the very least, and even if his twenty minutes have been up, he doesn't really seem that genuinely concerned about it. eddie pushes away from the door frame, the thing chains holding his jacket cuff somewhat together swinging a bit loosely with the motion of his arm. he wanders in, casual but still alert, and eventually takes a seat next to julie, back against the wall. he stretches his legs out, turns his head to look at her, and doesn't seem to care if she can hear him or not. ] Wheeler's got - goddamn eagle eyes or something, I swear. Took me a minute to get out of there without anyone noticing.
it takes a couple minutes to get the timing right. to find a moment where no one's paying him any attention, where everyone's focused on something or someone else for long enough that he can slink away unnoticed, but he manages fairly easy. when it comes to navigating through the fog, though, he's still kind of green. getting the hang of it will come with time and experience, but until then, it's a mildly unsettling trip to say the least, but he finds his way with little trouble.
it's still creepy though. being here now, presumably alone (save for julie), is somehow more unsettling than it is when he gets dragged here with three other survivors knowing someone is hunting them. eddie tries not to think about it too much as he slinks through the yard, headed for the office. julie said the wraith probably wouldn't care about them being here, but he's still cautious.
eddie hears the very faint and distant, tinny sound of music, too quiet to be recognizable or familiar, but it pulls him in the right direction, and when he steps into the office doorway (more like swings into it, one hand gripping at the door frame), he hangs out there for a few seconds. with julie sitting on the floor, he has to look down at her, and he smiles a little lopsidedly. ]
Shit, am I late? [ he's pretty sure he's not, but she looks like she's been here for a couple minutes already at the very least, and even if his twenty minutes have been up, he doesn't really seem that genuinely concerned about it. eddie pushes away from the door frame, the thing chains holding his jacket cuff somewhat together swinging a bit loosely with the motion of his arm. he wanders in, casual but still alert, and eventually takes a seat next to julie, back against the wall. he stretches his legs out, turns his head to look at her, and doesn't seem to care if she can hear him or not. ] Wheeler's got - goddamn eagle eyes or something, I swear. Took me a minute to get out of there without anyone noticing.
[ the dulcet tones of kurt cobain's screaming and distorted guitar get a little louder when julie pushes the headphones off her head to hang around her neck when eddie speaks, only catches the tail end of what he says as she hurriedly pulls her walkman out of her pocket to stop the tape, but it's enough that it makes her huff a small laugh from behind her mask. ]
I thought twenty minutes was ambitious for a new guy, but I didn't want to rain on your parade.
[ instinctively, her hand comes to the edge of her mask as she talks, moving on autopilot because she only hangs out like this with friends, right? why would she cover her face. the hesitation is brief, but noticeable, she freezes for a second because she does her best to make sure survivors never see her without her mask on. hell, only a couple of killers outside of legion have seen her face either. ]
[ but it would be weird as hell if she just kept it on this whole time, and she
sure as hell can't smoke with it on, so it's gotta go. ]
Don't scream, okay? [ the joke's for herself more than anything, and she takes a small breath before she actually pushes the mask up and off her head. brown eyes and bleach blonde hair, there's julie. ]
I thought twenty minutes was ambitious for a new guy, but I didn't want to rain on your parade.
[ instinctively, her hand comes to the edge of her mask as she talks, moving on autopilot because she only hangs out like this with friends, right? why would she cover her face. the hesitation is brief, but noticeable, she freezes for a second because she does her best to make sure survivors never see her without her mask on. hell, only a couple of killers outside of legion have seen her face either. ]
[ but it would be weird as hell if she just kept it on this whole time, and she
sure as hell can't smoke with it on, so it's gotta go. ]
Don't scream, okay? [ the joke's for herself more than anything, and she takes a small breath before she actually pushes the mask up and off her head. brown eyes and bleach blonde hair, there's julie. ]
[ the medkit doesn't come with her, but the pills and band-aids do. though they get forgotten about after her, uh. meeting. the punishment is psychological more than physical anyway, so they wouldn't help. ]
[ it's when she's finally back at ormond, face down on the couch in a state of general ennui, that she shoves her hand in her pocket and laughs when her hand finds a bottle of acetaminophen. rattles it and sits up, shaking her head. quentin is probably going to drive her actually insane one of these days. ]
[ several hours later one might be forgiven for thinking julie's just pushed this all aside and plans to forget it ever happened, because that's her usual modus operandi, but she hasn't. instead she turns up in the woods by the campfire, quiet. waiting. (she's taken notes from the stalkery fucks.) when she finally spots quentin on his own, she speaks up, leaning against a tree all casual. ]
What's your fucking deal anyway?
[ hi. ]
[ it's when she's finally back at ormond, face down on the couch in a state of general ennui, that she shoves her hand in her pocket and laughs when her hand finds a bottle of acetaminophen. rattles it and sits up, shaking her head. quentin is probably going to drive her actually insane one of these days. ]
[ several hours later one might be forgiven for thinking julie's just pushed this all aside and plans to forget it ever happened, because that's her usual modus operandi, but she hasn't. instead she turns up in the woods by the campfire, quiet. waiting. (she's taken notes from the stalkery fucks.) when she finally spots quentin on his own, she speaks up, leaning against a tree all casual. ]
What's your fucking deal anyway?
[ hi. ]
[ Several hours later after that and he’s already gone through about three more of those trials and the Julie incident is largely pushed to the background of his mind for now. He still wanted to check her but bothering Julie isn’t usually a wise move so he figured he’ll just ask Susie later.
He’s emptying his pockets into a medkit while yawning loudly and practically jumps out of his skin when Julie speaks up and breaks the silence. Full body flinch and he grips a syringe so tightly in his hand it shatters. The only person that sneaks up on him outside of trials is Krueger, which means he fell asleep and is fucked, …and that time Steve did it and got punched in the face for it. ]
What the FUCK?!
[ Quentin shoots a firey glare over in her direction. Though the look fades completely and switches to confusion when he sees who it is. ]
…Julie. [ ????
He shakes his hand and rubs it on his pant leg, looking around then back at her. Was she looking for Susie or something? Surely she’s not actually here to bug him. ]
Uh. Hey. What do you mean?
He’s emptying his pockets into a medkit while yawning loudly and practically jumps out of his skin when Julie speaks up and breaks the silence. Full body flinch and he grips a syringe so tightly in his hand it shatters. The only person that sneaks up on him outside of trials is Krueger, which means he fell asleep and is fucked, …and that time Steve did it and got punched in the face for it. ]
What the FUCK?!
[ Quentin shoots a firey glare over in her direction. Though the look fades completely and switches to confusion when he sees who it is. ]
…Julie. [ ????
He shakes his hand and rubs it on his pant leg, looking around then back at her. Was she looking for Susie or something? Surely she’s not actually here to bug him. ]
Uh. Hey. What do you mean?
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[ 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?
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.
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. ]
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. 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. ]
[ 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. ]
Ah.
[ 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. ]
[ 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?
[ 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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Are you still concussed? How's your head?
[ 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?
[ 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?
Edited 2022-10-02 22:52 (UTC)
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.
[ 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. ]
And like... drew on me.
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
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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