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zarina kassir. ([personal profile] curiously) wrote2015-10-01 12:07 am

open rp post


DROP IN PROMPTS, PICTURES, OLD THREADS, A POST OR EVEN TFLN BRING IT.
( cw: body horror, gore, violence & etc. in some threads + please label threads for such. )


deathslinger: (THORN.)

[personal profile] deathslinger 2021-05-10 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
trying to figure this place out is as good a way to pass the time as anything else

[ and as aggravating as Zarina can be, at least she's got a sharp mind. ]

that things always hungry
if it knows the willing ones can and want to deliver then why not work them the hardest


[ because for all the Entity croons in the back of his mind about how he's its personal bounty hunter, it sure as hell doesn't take it easy on him. Even though he had wanted to come here—and enjoyed it too, for a time.

Does Zarina not count him among those who still do? That's... kind of her. ]


as for whether or not weve been picked you might have to talk to the others if you want a firm answer to that
i can only speak for myself
and i know ive got nothing in common with you except hellshire
could be that it looks for a place where a lot of deaths happened first before taking anyone from there
deathslinger: (Default)

[personal profile] deathslinger 2021-05-23 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ at her thanks, Caleb smiles—but it's a short-lived one, chased away as soon as he realizes. Not for the first time since they started talking in this fashion, he's glad she can't see his face.

That isn't why his reply takes a while though. ]


call me caleb if youd like
youve known me long enough for that


[ his next messages arrive immediately as if it doesn't matter to him what she does with his suggestion, if anything. ]

and when you say everyones stories
do you mean just those from the ones round the campfire
or from the other killers too?
deathslinger: (IRON.)

[personal profile] deathslinger 2021-05-24 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ "colon right parenthesis," the phone reads out. What's that supposed to mean? He pushes it aside as something to ask about later, thinking over the rest of Zarina's words instead. The Huntress and the Wraith, huh. He's had only amiable encounters with the woman in the rabbit mask himself, their shared fondness for the hunt making for some worthwhile conversations. But Zarina seems to dislike her—judging from her answers during the game they played that one time, anyways.

He hasn't spoken to the Wraith yet. There was one time though, leaving Glenvale, when he could've sworn he heard soft snarling somewhere around him—but the fog had swallowed him up before he could investigate. It hadn't happened since, which is a shame; Caleb would've liked to ask the other killer about why he lets survivors go during his trials. And how he can afford to do so given the severity of the Entity's punishment for even unintentional escapes.

Going to the Wraith's part of the fog is an option, he supposes. But speaking of: ]


you go wandering round their places for those talks?
neither of them seem like theyd take kindly to being surprised
deathslinger: (REDEEMER.)

[personal profile] deathslinger 2021-05-25 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
so youre actually willing to be careful about doing something?
thought id never see the day


[ there's more dry humor in that than genuine surprise. Outside of trials, there's more choices than just living or dying. Of course she'd look out more for herself then.

—most of the time, anyways. He still remembers how she had to get drunk off stolen liquor before talking to him for the first time. ]


havent met the nightmare yet
but from what i heard tell of him
[ and the dreams he has on occasion, unsettling enough for him to realize they're not completely his own. ] thats nothing to be disappointed about
i wouldnt try interviewing the clown or the doctor either if i were you
they aint very pleasant company even when theres no one around for them to kill


[ though she's probably already gathered as much from her trials. For a moment, Caleb considers putting forth Sally or Amanda as killers who might be agreeable to conversation. But no. Who knows if they'll be in a talking sort of mood if Zarina—or any survivor—paid them a visit, and one of the last things he wants to do is get her killed unnecessarily. ]
deathslinger: (BADGE.)

[personal profile] deathslinger 2021-05-27 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he certainly knows Zarina's stubbornness very well. This conversation's only been more proof. Now that it's moved away from the trials though, he's not in a hurry to spend more time talking about them again. It won't be long until he's called to another one. ]

i have
the clown was one of the first killers i met here
came rolling in with his caravan and horse and didnt waste a minute before introducing himself
told me he missed the sun and asked if he could stay a little while
and seeing how i had a whole saloon full of drink wouldnt i be willing to trade some of it for information about the fog?


[ all of that accompanied by so much wheezing and coughing like the man was about to hack up his lungs along with his next word. Caleb remembers his incredulity. They had met when he still saw the fog as a sort of purgatory, and the other killers as like him, punishing people who'd wronged them in their own trials. Who did someone like this have to revenge himself on? ]

well i did learn some things but he didnt end up staying
wore out his welcome too quickly for that


[ and it wasn't just with the off-color jokes and the forced friendliness. Caleb also saw something he didn't like under the greasepaint, tipped off to it by years of being around and dealing with unsavory folk. Later—much later, after the Entity's influence faded—he realized he'd been right on the mark. Especially once he overheard survivors whispering in their true voices about what the Clown did to them in and out of his trials. What the other killer sought hadn't actually been sunlight and liquor. No, he'd wanted the survivors. The ones who'd be enticed into Glenvale by those very same things. The ones who already knew to stay well away from the corner of the smoke-choked realm he usually squatted in—but hadn't yet learned to approach the ghost town with the same caution.

As much as he detests the cage the Entity crafted for him, he isn't going to let someone like the Clown exploit it for his own disgusting desires. ]


met the doctor while i was passing through to somewhere else
he was more interested in asking me questions about myself and such instead of answering any of mine
but at the end he did offer to acquaint me with his research


[ and the machines that interested you so much, Mr. Quinn, he'd said in a voice Caleb never heard aloud. It buzzed and crackled inside his head instead, each syllable somehow splitting and not quite matching back up in time, quiet yet perfectly audible despite the deafening clanks from the many monitors moving above them. And beneath it all, a threat of laughter. ]

polite as he was i had to turn him down
if you tried talking to him i dont think hed give you a choice
deathslinger: (DEAD MAN.)

[personal profile] deathslinger 2021-05-31 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ another trial. Caleb frowns slightly and glances at the saloon's doorway. Outside, a tumbleweed rolls lazily down the dirt street, accompanied by a gust of wind that stirs up the fog and sets it swirling with reddish dust. No sign of it gathering to enter. Whoever the killer awaiting Zarina is, it isn't him. Well, that's fine.

Isn't it? ]


aint no need to thank me for that

[ considering he started this conversation by mocking her. Yet as out-of-place as that sentiment feels to him, he can still appreciate it. ]

just learn to keep your head down
especially when youre round those hatchets or bottles


[ or a certain speargun, for that matter. But there's not much point telling her to be wary of the Redeemer when he hasn't ( purposely ) put her in its sights for a while now during his trials. And when she's visiting him outside of one... the thought never even crosses his mind. ]