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. )
Wouldn't be surprised the slightest with how his place is — absolutely ominous.
Keep hearing people scream when there's no one there.
[ several people are by the campfire with others taken away for trials. zarina stays sitting on the log while pulling out a bottle of unopened merlot red wine from her stash. is cheryl a wine person? she's about to find out. ]
[ cheryl makes it way back through the woods and to the campfire, letting out a small sigh of relief like she always does when she sees it. temporary reprieve is always calming. ]
Hey. [ she greets zarina with a small smile, settling down on the log next to her and stretching her legs out. she's not not a wine person, and at this point anything besides water would probably taste amazing. ]
Merlot, huh? If only we had some fancy cheeses too. [ she jokes, but she sounds a little tired still. ]
[ already zarina begins to remember the numerous times she could have escaped, but the damned laugh and the surge of electricity that flows through her body practically stops her in place. a shake of her head — forget it, focus on the company of friends.
being a journalist, zarina learns to understand people's actions like reading between the lines of a book. it's why she asks: ]
If only. Haven't seen much food around except for those rare finds. [ fresh variants of corn and pork, for example. ] You seem exhausted. Come, sit.
[ cheryl doesn't try to hide how she feels in general, but sometimes she'd rather compartmentalize than get into it every time. especially when most everyone is under the same varying levels of stress. zarina isn't someone she feels like she needs to be 'on' around all the time, which she greatly appreciates. ]
Same. Most of the stuff I find is way too rotten. [ although the times they've toasted corn on the campfire has been pretty nice.
she laughs a little tiredly at zarina's accurate assessment and moves closer to her. ] Yeah, rough couple of days. [ or what she assumes are days, it's hard to gauge time in the fog. ] Definitely want to unwind and gossip.
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Keep hearing people scream when there's no one there.
[ several people are by the campfire with others taken away for trials. zarina stays sitting on the log while pulling out a bottle of unopened merlot red wine from her stash. is cheryl a wine person? she's about to find out. ]
no subject
[ cheryl makes it way back through the woods and to the campfire, letting out a small sigh of relief like she always does when she sees it. temporary reprieve is always calming. ]
Hey. [ she greets zarina with a small smile, settling down on the log next to her and stretching her legs out. she's not not a wine person, and at this point anything besides water would probably taste amazing. ]
Merlot, huh? If only we had some fancy cheeses too. [ she jokes, but she sounds a little tired still. ]
no subject
being a journalist, zarina learns to understand people's actions like reading between the lines of a book. it's why she asks: ]
If only. Haven't seen much food around except for those rare finds. [ fresh variants of corn and pork, for example. ] You seem exhausted. Come, sit.
no subject
Same. Most of the stuff I find is way too rotten. [ although the times they've toasted corn on the campfire has been pretty nice.
she laughs a little tiredly at zarina's accurate assessment and moves closer to her. ] Yeah, rough couple of days. [ or what she assumes are days, it's hard to gauge time in the fog. ] Definitely want to unwind and gossip.
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cheryl should take the first drink, she thinks to herself. ]
I'm here all night until the Entity decides it's time for a trial. [ no scavenging party for now; zarina smiles towards her. ] Lay it out all on me.