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[curiously]

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. )

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[curiously]

[ she's already tired and now she's just Exhausted. ]

Yeah, and you ruined it already when you decided to say hello.

Don't forget to delete the pictures, thanks.

[obsessions]

Even this one?

[ "this one" is a snapshot of a printed photograph: Danny in a crimson-hooded variant of his usual dark coat, gloved fingers bunched around the hood of Zarina's penguin onesie to jerk her head up for the camera. Both the onesie and the blood leaking from her mouth are a bright cheery red against the paleness of their snowy surroundings. Across the upper right corner, someone has scrawled "Happy holidays from the fog! :)" in shiny black marker. ]

But it's so festive. We even match.

[curiously]

[ zarina fumes at how the colors of the picture... it would have been nice. it would be a lie to say that jed takes terrible pictures — being a photographer had been his career after all. no, always have been with his knife hidden in the shadows. that's his true profession in the end like how she's a documentarian. ]

But you took a picture of my bad side. I can't appreciate this at all, you know?

Besides, I'm dead in it.

[obsessions]

[ Danny replies with another picture of a photograph: a portrait-oriented shot, taken from a distance, of the resort's dilapidated observation tower and the hill it stands on. The framing draws the eye to Zarina, who's skewered on a hook at the bottom of the hill. Softened by falling snow, the vivid red of her outfit appears to almost bloom—like a bloodstain—out of the white and faintly unfocused background.

"Season's greetings! :)" exclaims the upper left corner in the same handwriting as the previous photograph. ]

How about this?

[curiously]

[ she absolutely remembers this one and oh boy does she want to push jed. ]

Nah. Has one of the same problems as the previous one: Too much blood. Ruins my smile and all, don't you think?

No pictures of me actually smiling and enjoying the moment painless?

[obsessions]

I didn't see you smile once, so no. But I can picture it: maybe you did at the beginning of the trial when you were with the others, while a little embarrassed by what you were wearing?

Too bad we always start so far apart.

[curiously]

[ what a creepily accurate assumption. ]

What a tragedy on both ends, right?

So yeah, you tried but you'll have to get better pictures of me next time. Start from scratch and whatnot.

[obsessions]

[ just pay $9.99/month plus shipping & handling spend all your free time stalking people and you too can become a certified creep! ]

No, I think I'll keep these. You might not like them, but they're still good to look back on for inspiration.

[curiously]

Don't tell me you have an album lying around with just pictures of us like this.

[obsessions]

Do you really think I take a photo every single time I put someone on a hook, Zarina? What a waste of film that would be.

[curiously]

No, of course not. I mean with the pictures you do take. Like a collection of sorts.

Where do you even get the film?

[obsessions]

That's a secret. :)

And so is my collection.

[curiously]

How am I not surprised. On the other hand, I don't need it.

I'm just curious who's even supplying you. Sounds like you've made yourself a friend.

[obsessions]

What can I say? I'm a friendly person. And networking is very important, as I'm sure you know.

[curiously]

[ there's the slightest pause on her reply as she recalls their outing at the pond. she hates to say it, but it can be true depending on how he acts. ]

Of course I do. We're journalists, that much we can relate with each other.

Who are your friends?

[obsessions]

A few of the other killers. The crows. The Entity can be a real pal sometimes too.

And you, of course.

[curiously]

You, me, friends? More like work colleagues, but I want to hear why.

[obsessions]

Isn't it obvious with how much we know about each other?

[curiously]

Friends know what each other's faces look like.

[obsessions]

Usually. But last I checked, you weren't interested in seeing mine.

[curiously]

I'm hurt. I thought we knew each other enough for that.

You're willing to lift the mask and show me? Doesn't sound like you.

[obsessions]

[ it's not him. His mask is what made him infamous. Feared, outside the fog and within it. Here, he doesn't need to be "Jed Olsen"—or even Danny Johnson. Only the Ghost Face. Any invitations to survivors to try and find out what's underneath are more for his own entertainment than anything else.

But Zarina? She's gotten closer than the others. And not wholly by his choice. Even if she doesn't talk about the time she came across him when the Entity was sick with blight, he remembers how she saw him vulnerable then. Weak. As someone to pity, not fear. Before, he might have occasionally let her escape ( even oh so kindly carrying her to and dropping her through the hatch once or twice ) to keep her guessing. To keep things between them interesting. Now—however friendly he appears, he doesn't pass up the chance to make her pay for that unlucky meeting whenever they have a trial together.

And he's still not satisfied. ]

I was. But that opportunity's come and gone, Zarina. You should've said yes.

[curiously]

For some reason I'm not surprised at all.

[ being able to unmask the ghost face after how many games they played — are still playing with each other? that's what zarina believes defines their relationship so far. work colleagues in the field of journalism is one thing, but on a personal level... well, the lake meeting was already a huge risk in her mind. ]

People change their mind on plenty of things, but I suppose your face is just going to have to be a mystery to me for a long time when you say it like that.

[ it just means she's going to try and pull it off someday. ]

[obsessions]

[ that phrasing... ]

You're not thinking about how you could get it off me, are you?

[curiously]

Don't put words in my mouth now. Where did I say that?