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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. )
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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He's silent a few long seconds before he speaks, a little curiosity bordering his own tone. ]
That's a lot of questions all at once. Been a while since you've had an interview, hasn't it? [ Not quite sarcastic, but maybe a little sardonic. ] And a little bit prying, too. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself first, and then we can get back to laying out all my crimes in fine detail?
[ A trade. Something he's gotten into the habit of around here. There's no harm in handing out details of his life as a killer, and occasionally something about him personally, as long as he's going to get something worthwhile in return. He can't exactly rifle through their lives here. They don't have homes; he's barred from the campfire; their conversations are often distant, muted, and cut short, especially in a trial.
There's only so many ways to learn about them, but if they're willing to tell him themselves, he'll take as much as he can get. And Zarina, the documentarian and seeker of truth and justice, is fascinating in her own right. ]
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like what my favorite color is? comes to mind briefly, but already zarina knows that isn't the kind of details he would want. not when she understands the desire to know the truth, to look beneath pebbles for missed out information that can be the answer to a thousand questions she has in the back of her mind.
it takes exactly six seconds for her to answer back. ]
I used to go into part time photography, but my main work is film. [ the very camera she uses during that time is back in the campfire, after all. ] Didn't work at any publication, just myself. I started my own site and gained a following over a couple of years.
[ they're not exactly details, but then the ghost face never asked for anything specific in the first place. now she wonders if he'll demand more or answer her questions. ]
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He was expecting an agreement and then an opportunity to ask a question; instead she hands over information of her own will. Nothing particularly interesting, but valuable all the same. Anything is valuable to him. Anything can lead to a vital weakness, a place to slip a metaphorical (or physical) knife. That being said, she's a photographer too, is she? ]
So we have a few more things in common. [ Said in almost a friendly way, to better get under her skin if he can. After all, nobody likes having things in common with a murderer, much less him. ] It's always a nice way to spend time, isn't it? Finding the right angle, the right lighting, the right subject matter ... getting a perfect shot.
[ Danny'd never bothered with publishing any of his photography either, even the more socially acceptable pictures. It was a hobby, after all. Just something to while away the time between work, sleep, and murder. He thinks back over her questions, debates answers with himself for a few seconds before replying. ]
I don't know about favorite, but my big reveal in Roseville was a top-notch piece of work. Informative and terrifying. The security camera picture I got for it was better quality than I expected, too. [ Leave it to him to list his own article as a favorite. ] Work friends are work friends. Casual acquaintances at best. But, yes, they did consider me enough of a friend sometimes. Did you make many friends dragging up ugly truths with your documentaries?
[ Notably, he ignores the question about his publication name. Even fake as it was, it's staying under wraps - until he can trade it for something really useful. ]
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a journalist who uncovers details with both their words and actions, one where they work and work and work until their article is published and viewed by the world — goddamn it. a description not only for ghost face, but for zarina word to word.
as if she would say it out loud. ]
I've made friends with other filmmakers. [ a slight shrug. it's not a lie, but certainly an answer to his question. ] And I got to meet plenty of other people from various places because of my work. Not exactly close friends, but it's the same as you: Casual acquaintances at best.
[ now, because she knows when a question doesn't get answered through much experience: ]
What name did you go by before?
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She's almost as good as he is at deflecting, he thinks, and also knows when an unanswered question was deliberately not answered. Possibly she can't take a hint, though in fairness he didn't really hint at anything. He looks at her, head tilted slightly, the straps on his coat floating idly in the air behind him. ]
That's a loaded question, don't you think? [ Loaded with implications, suggestions, questions within questions. She's asking for a name that won't lead back to him directly, but it is still him. And he'd like to keep that hidden for as long as he can. Until he can wring something really worthwhile out of her, or at least build a false trust between them. ] People did start attaching blame to that name, after all. Once they started putting the puzzle pieces together. If you ever got out of here, you might even be able to follow my path.
[ He's silent for a second, fingers resting on her digital recorder lightly. ]
If you want a name, Zarina, you're going to have to give me a very good reason to hand it over.
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the hag, for example, is one who never fails to have everyone's hearts running when she appears with a scream or from out of nowhere. zarina learns how to use a flashlight proper after several trials with the witch. there's also the oni — the only killer where her healing touch benefits both the survivor and the killer, she realizes after her first trial.
and then there are the likes of the hillbilly and the twins that makes her wonder what hurt them to end up the way they are. a sentiment she doesn't think of when the ghost face comes to mind.
what comes up first is, "What's wrong with him?"
zarina lets the back of a well-manicured nail run against the smooth, blunt end of the tactical knife in hand. ]
You know mine. I don't know yours yet. [ yet is the important word. ] It's fair that way — unless you don't mind me calling you something like John or Brad. Maybe Nigel.
[ or joe? she thinks to herself for a moment. ]
What's the price of a name?
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Of being an intruder on even these unholy grounds, showing up without warning and making old familiar haunts into new, terrifying places to die.
Though Zarina never had to deal with that, so he's willing to believe that he doesn't scare her quite the same way he scares the others. Still, if he ever really found out and believed that they didn't dread him the way they dread some of the others, it'd be more than a little infuriating.
The straps on his coat shift and flick with her choices of names and suggestion of fairness. He tilts his head a little further to watch her. ]
There's nothing fair about this place, Zarina. [ Dull, average, everyday names ... which aren't that far off the mark, actually. ] The price is a secret. Something you wouldn't easily tell someone else, even your friends at the campfire. You'd be the only one among the survivors to know my name, after all. Even some of the killers don't know it.
[ Though that's generally because they don't care, but he doesn't say that. ]
Or, if you don't want to share something personal, you could always tell me a secret someone else has told you. I'm not picky.
[ But he gets the feeling that won't happen. For the most part, the group around the campfire are a fiercely loyal and self-sacrificing bunch; turning on each other is the last thing they'll do, even if it costs them. ]
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someone else's secret is out of the question. she knows several from back home and some that she discovers through conversation and by accident while in the entity's realm, but they're not hers to give away. especially the ones that are shared by the people that trust her, the people she considers as friends — which would mean, in the end, that zarina will have to trade in her own secrets to the ghost face.
several come to mind that she already vehemently refuses to tell him. the secrets that pain her heart just by its mere memory and the secrets that forces her teeth to grind down together least she reveals a pleasant smile. the ghost face is the last person in the fog that she's certain never to tell those, but what else can she offer? ]
Well... [ a thoughtful hum leaves her throat after the ghost face speaks. ] When I was young, there was a restaurant that was exploiting its workers by refusing to pay up despite their work. It was one of my first real undercover work. New hair, new voice, new person that isn't me. The owner thought I was from another state with how different I looked. Worst boss I ever had.
[ a soft chuckle to herself before she looks back towards the masked killer. ]
I was fired after three weeks after asking where my pay was. Edited the clips, released it, and it was a hit... but not in the way I intended it to be. [ a slow shake of her head, lips pursing together for the briefest of moments. ] The news skewed the truth and the owner, and so he got away scot-free without reprise. Hated it, but that's why I work for myself now.
[ there's no need to reveal how truly upset she had been during that time — even though the look on her face reveals part of it — and bitter, and embarrassed. this is just a trade, not a conversation between friends or co-workers. ]
I haven't told anyone at the campfire about this. So, it should count as a secret.
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It's not a particularly interesting secret, in all honesty. A part of him seethes with the rage at her trying to use his own words against him, but it's a small part, one he can settle down without so much as a twitch. A shitty job? Trying to unveil a corrupt small-time business owner? That's the sort of thing that would show up in the human interest section of a newspaper, except that ...
... ah, and that's why it's a secret: because she didn't win. It wasn't a noble victory over tyranny, even minor, it was a blatant fuckup. The intrigue curls like a snake in his mind, testing the air for any real regret over telling him. Probably not - the others around the campfire would be sympathetic, and tell her she couldn't win them all, that trying was what mattered. But if he and Zarina really are alike, then she'll never tell them just because of pride. ]
The deal was something you wouldn't ever tell them, not just hadn't yet. [ His tone stays as light and casual as ever. ] But I get the feeling you probably wouldn't share that one. Hard to admit to a failure that impressive.
[ Not that he's ever done that, or so he'd like to tell himself. He shifts, body coming to life again instead of being a rigid statue in the darkness of the wrecking yard, and moves her recorder to his other hand. ]
Making someone like that look better must have really stung, huh? [ And that's not a particularly friendly tone of voice, but it drops a second later. ] You can call me Jed. Jed Olsen.
[ She'll know it's not his real name, unless she thinks he never had to hide himself and shed an identity or two. But it's not a lie, and it is a name, and in the interest of keeping things like this going he's willing to impart a little information even if he thinks she techincally cheated their agreement. ]
I hope you know well enough to keep that to yourself.
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[ practice on her tongue; jed olsen. a name that doesn't bring out any other reaction from zarina's face beyond intrigue. it's a name she doesn't recognize — his articles are in another city, another time where she has yet to find her true passion of filming just yet. it doesn't mean she won't research it herself once she — once they all go home after enduring hell for god knows how long.
her mental notes consist of: philadelphia. start with the top ten news outlets then go down from there. ]
We're both professionals. [ despite her quick questions previously, but she can put the blame on not being able to interview much people in the realm aside from one, and now jed. ] I know when to stay discreet.
[ she has to be discreet with the knowledge in her mind least others taken it for their own use. against her, against other survivors, other killers — it would be some sort of revenge against them, but that's not the kind of person she is. even when she had the single opportunity of trying to kill clark stevenson, she doesn't do it. instead, she makes sure the man stays behind bars for life.
being a murderer isn't who she is despite the anger she still keeps inside in the back of her heart, hidden away from the view of anyone getting to know her. most especially when it comes to the ghost face with how she imagines what he would do with the information.
so long as she can keep her cameras away from him then everything will be golden. ]
You have a place to call home in the fog? I don't remember ever finding someplace else that doesn't belong to another killer already.
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Whether or not he can trust her to keep his name to herself is still up in the air, but for the moment, he takes her word for it. And Zarina's still thinking it over, still caught up in her own thoughts, so he feels along the recorder again, glance flicking to where she's holding his knife, how she's holding his knife. It's lucky for him that the mask hides any hint of his expression or the movement of his eyes, or she'd know just how focused he is on that despite the unlikelihood of her ever actually using it against him.
It's more a concern that she'll try to walk away with it than anything, but.
Her next question almost catches him off guard, but he doesn't show it except in a few second pause before he responds. ]
Not really. I was never tied down to one place, so the Entity had nothing to bring here for me. [ His tone is light and casual, which hides the very slight annoyance he feels about the whole situation. For all the advantages being a wandering killer has, he's got virutally no real security or privacy that he doesn't forcibly make for himself. No place to hide his offerings and few belongings that isn't there by someone else's goodwill, nowhere safe to relax between trials ... but he's mostly gotten over that. ] It's a shame, but at the same time, it means everyone else's property is effectively mine.
[ Not that they appreciate that. ]
So that's one less advantage for you. Nowhere to sneak into to try and dig up my past. You'll just have to settle for doing that to everybody else.
[ Which he gets the feeling, given her attitude and willingness to walk out here and meet him directly at her own discretion, she absolutely will do if she hasn't already. ]
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the sides of her lips curl upward as she asks: ]
Favorite place to stay in, then? And your not-so-favorites are?
[ her questions are less of the interviewer's tone and more of a conversation's tone this time. surely jed has a preference when it comes to staying somewhere longer to the point of rest, she thinks. the trapper's realm, she remembers, is dangerous with how he protects it with hidden bear traps around. the estate is guarded by its highly territorial owners who would not hesitate to cut trespassers into pieces.
(and when it comes to the ghost face, maybe he leaves things behind — but he doesn't seem to be the type when he roams the fog and has no permanent home and how she needs to settle searching for details about other killers, just as he said. as if that's stopped her before.)
at least places like the pre-school has no entry at all outside outside of trials (or is it exit?) when it's time to look for more resources, whether it's to add to her toolbox, medkits, or rations despite never really feeling hunger in the first place.
eating and sleeping gives a sense of normalcy, if anything. ]
Hard to imagine you just napping at the hospital without the Doctor shocking you to wake up.
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After all, his 'favorite' places are the ones where he does keep what little he has. Letting her know where they are is all but an invitation for her to go prying. It'd probably take her a thousand tries to find his stuff, and she'd die more often than she didn't, but that doesn't seem like it would stop her - and she only has to get lucky once. ]
Sleeping's not a necessity here, so I generally don't do it. [ He was never much of a sleeper anyway, doing his best work at night. Whether that was murder or reporting didn't really matter. ] And even if I tried, you're right in that I wouldn't bother with the hospital. Our favorite doctor would take that as an invitation to strap me to a chair and jam electrodes in my eye sockets.
[ Danny watches Zarina a second longer, then starts to move, taking a few steps toward her and then starting to move around her. To circle her, in essence, like a predator with prey just a little too aware for its liking. He could kill her without his knife easily, but he'd prefer not to - and so far she hasn't warranted it. All her questions have been enough to feed his ego and keep him in a relatively positive mood. ]
Why don't you guess? Where do you think I'd spend most of my time in? Or you could tell me your favorites first.
[ All the better to learn how to ruin them for her. ]
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Now that's like saying pick my favorite tombstone. [ a shake of her head, her lips forming a small smile as the softest chuckle leaves past it. ] I don't like any of them when I died several times over in every single one.
[ the real answer stays safe in her mind; zarina's played her own game of lies and deception throughout her career from learning how to blend in with certain people to disguising herself as another. relax. breathe. don't repeat the heartbeat that echoes through her mind in a trial when fear takes over. there's no need to indulge on what could be used as ammunition for the future.
moving on, she tells herself in her mind: where would jed olsen's favorite place be in the fog? a place where he can relax for at least five minutes before leaving. perhaps a place that can be considered safe outside of trials, or a place that he works with best during trials. a place that, with his specific set of skills, would thrive in whether or not he's working.
her eyes never leave jed's form as he begins to move, ears catching the sound of his footsteps along with the leather straps that float in mid-air. make sure that he doesn't take too many steps closer to her and ultimately stop her heart.
talking also keeps the both of them occupied despite having some thoughts kept aside. ]
Yours... how about Haddonfield?
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He makes his way toward her, and around her, keeping just enough distance so that he doesn't spook her and make her bolt. If Zarina got away with his knife ... he's got others, but that one's more than slightly special. Better to just unsettle her and force her to watch him while they talk. Keep her a little bit distracted so that she's not thinking when she responds.
Her guess, though, makes him look at her while he moves. ]
Really? Because it's a suburb? Those aren't actually that interesting without people in them. And I can't say Michael's a big fan of visitors in general. [ He doesn't get stabbed every time he goes there, but it's a less balanced win-loss than he'd like to admit to. ] It's not bad for a trial, though all of you have an obnoxious tendency to hide in all the worst places when I'm trying to find you.
[ Whether he admits that she's right about his 'favorite' places or not is still up in the air. If he tells her, she might go straight to those places, trying to dig up anything about him. If he doesn't, he loses out on a chance to have her keep asking questions, keep trying to learn about him, keep feeding his ego with her curiosity and drive - not that he really recognizes that.
Danny takes a few more steps around her, until he's moving behind her. With enough distance that it'll take more than a lunge to reach her, but still in a dangerous place. ]
Try again.
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there shouldn't be any surprises when it's just a talk — a trade of information — despite being predator and prey in the fog. zarina believes that because she has the man's knife that she'll be safe, that she'll be able to defend herself if anything were to ever happen.
if only the entity didn't change her attire. having her pink leather jacket with kevlar hidden within its stiching would be useful if it comes to it, and a surprise for anyone else that has yet to encounter it. ]
I was thinking more on it being a comfortable place to hide with how cozy it looks. [ a slight shrug of her shoulders. ] So long as Michael doesn't see you, of course. It's a nice place to find a pillow.
[ after all, scavenging for supplies doesn't stop at refilling their first aid kits and toolboxes. sometimes there's that rarity of the coffee machine at the gas station actually working and giving her a full cup in the end. speaking of — ]
How about this place? [ zarina gestures towards their general area with the knife, the pointy end towards condemned cars and trash. ] I picked it because it always seems empty despite never really being able to see the Wraith for obvious reasons. It's quiet, there's a house somewhere with a bed.
[ there has to be other places for him to gravitate towards to. it's the same for everyone, isn't it? ]
I'd say the church, but then I wouldn't want to be caught by the Clown either. [ a shake of her head, the first few thoughts slipping out of her mouth. ] And the last time I went to the Trapper's place it wasn't friendly for visitors.
[ and now, for a question that zarina believes she already knows the answer to yet can't help but wonder despite of it: ]
What about Glenvale?
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He keeps pacing around Zarina, coming back into view not long after to keep her partly at ease - as if anyone could be at ease around him. He listens, he smiles under the mask. She'll guess every trial ground at some point. He'll have to agree to at least one, if only to keep her from getting annoyed enough to not come back and talk to him again, but he won't tell her the truth. He can't. Not if he wants to keep his privacy.
Though he could not exactly lie, just ... not tell the whole truth. Isn't that his specialty? ]
I'd like this place better if it had a little more in the way of creature comforts, and if its occupant was a little more positive toward me. [ To say Philip's not his biggest fan is a vast, vast understatement. ] I'm not that religious, and no, the Trapper isn't fond of anybody trespassing on his territory. Not that that stops me.
[ It just doesn't always end well. He pauses briefly as she mentions Glenvale, bringing her recorder up to tap on the chin of his mask. ]
It's not bad, but not quite what I'd call my favorite. I don't drink heavily and I'm not really a sunlight kind of guy. [ He keeps moving, pacing back around Zarina again. ] And your cowboy's territorial, too.
[ Her cowboy, because she and Caleb showed up at the same time. And from what he's learned, she knows him. Not exactly personally, but any kind of connection is valuable to him - valuable, and dangerous. ]
You're getting closer, though. I do like having places to look down on people from, even when I'm not trying to kill all of you.
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My cowboy? No thanks, you can have him. [ there's a shake of her head with a touch of sourness on her lips; heartbeats rush and betrays her — it's fortunate that her heartbeat doesn't resonate like in trials — while her grip on the knife's handle tight enough to reveal the bones of her knuckles for five seconds. ] He's a remorseless asshole. Fits this place well, infact.
[ it's not hard to recreate her uttermost frustration when it comes to meeting caleb quinn earlier on. how she remembers his cruelty and contempt upon discovering that she's a journalist — zarina was angry, but never hated the man despite what he had done — the way they push each other until exasperation transforms into tolerance and then into something else entirely unexpected.
jed olsen is a journalist, and that means they both understand the power of information despite being in the fog. everyone still has their secrets both originating from back home and created within the entity's realm. secrets that run deep in a person's heart and mind, forging who they are at a young age and secrets that lead to a pocket of happiness in a dark and bleak world.
zarina kassir refuses to have that ruined by the ghost face. ]
When you say you're not religious, am I free to cross out the temple from the list then? Unless you're friends with the priestess.
[ it's not the plague for zarina, but priestess. calling her "the plague" makes her think it's cruel despite dying to the woman many times over.
meanwhile, having places to look down on people... if not haddonfield nor glenvale, then where? it takes her a moment as she recalls the sense of height difference per level in a realm. not exactly a deep analysis as her line of sight keeps focus on the jed, making sure that he isn't too close for comfort.
a slow inhale as she flicks her wrist, pointing the knife towards him. not as an act of harm, but like a teacher who denotes information to the class. ]
So. Is it the school, the resort, or the meat plant?
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But he doesn't bring it up, and doesn't push on it even though he could, easily. It'd distract them from the topic at hand - that being himself - and there's no point in doing something that might make her storm off, with or without the knife. Best to keep things cordial. ]
It does. Though she generally ignores me if I'm in there. [ Only partly true. Adiris - and he notes how Zarina doesn't use the nickname even some of the other killers use, which suggests a note of respect - will ignore him if he stays out of her way, but she's perfectly willing to kill him out of hand if he trespasses where she can see it, or if he blasphemes, or if she's in a bad mood. He can't get sick, so it's usually strangulation for him. Admittedly, he'd prefer that to what she does to stray survivors.
He almost, almost pauses at the last three suggestions, because one is right, one is the fake right, and one is actually offensive. Does she really think that he'd - ? But why would she have any idea? He snorts, taking a second to pause behind her. ]
The meat plant stinks and nobody likes the school. [ Not actually you're wrong, but being dismissive is a way to keep her mind off it. ] But the resort ... it's cold, it's quiet, you and yours don't generally trespass on it, and I can usually talk Legion around to letting me stay there for a while. It's not a bad place to be.
[ In truth, it's probably the 'favorite', since the meat plant really does reek worse than anything else in the fog that he's run across, but it's the one place where he can almost guarantee his own safety and, most importantly, privacy. Amanda doesn't give a shit about him. ]
Though they aren't as inclined to kind to survivors, I'm sure you've noticed.
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[ so jed prefers ormond, she thinks to herself while imagining the legion deal with his presence. already she thinks of two separate occasions where she goes to ormond for reasons beyond supply runs and trials — he couldn't have witnessed her speaking to certain people, could he? if he did, would he bring it up or would he keep it to himself? the man's body language nor his words give a clue to zarina at all.
"Though they aren't as inclined to kind to survivors, I'm sure you've noticed," he says, and already zarina raises a brow. she hasn't forgotten that certain kindness that joey offers long ago, but then she doesn't meet the rest outside of trials. no, she meets frank, julie, and susie with their masks on and their knives out to sacrifice or kill.
it's easier to find the hatch when it comes to fighting the legion with pink hair and a near full mask. the first two give no mercy by comparison. ]
So you're friends with the Legion, then? Or civil enough that they let you stay... [ a curious hum leaves her throat. ] What do you think of their leader? I keep hearing he's the worst out of them all. On the other hand, there has to be a reason they let you stay in the resort in the first place.
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He keeps his posture as relaxed as he can given the situation, still pacing, not pausing now that they're on a topic he can chat about more easily. Legion are a simple, straightforward group, in both their intents and their personalities. He's not even sure they really belong here, but here they are. ]
I don't think they'd appreciate hearing you call me their friend, but by a loose definition, yes. [ They ... put up with him. Sometimes they admire him, sometimes they like him, and most of the time they want him gone, because he doesn't respect the privacy of much more dangerous killers than them - why would he even hesitate to respect theirs? ] Him? He has a lot of potential. Or had a lot of potential, if he hadn't ended up here. He's not a particularly nice person and he's got a lot of anger issues, so you should probably avoid running into him alone outside a trial.
[ Or in one, really. Danny considers how much to give away and how much to keep, but his ego drives him on. ]
They let me stay because they admire me, even if they won't admit it. I'm what they could have been, after all. Dangerous, deadly, and famous. That's what they really wanted, you know. Attention.
[ The way he says it implies he thinks that's not a particularly admirable trait, despite the fact that he could never survive without it himself. ]
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lockers suddenly popping opening and revealing a corpse can do that to a person who goes in not expecting any surprises. she has yet to visit the location herself outside of a trial, remembering the story lisa tells her about how it's the exact same clinic back home — how everything is different and yet the same with a terrifying aura all around within its own fog.
why does the ghost face hate midwich elementary? it may not be a place to stay with its guardian roaming around — "I think he's meant to invoke the executioners..." she remembers cheryl explain — but certainly a place he would revel in through trials.
of course, a place to stay differs with a place to kill. midwich is unsettling. the meat plant is disgusting not only because of its smell. ]
I don't know. Maybe all they do need is some attention — someone to talk to. [ but they can come into the conversation. ormond first. ] Someone to rely on when things get tough that isn't just the four of them.
From the sound of it, they don't confide to you.
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Danny laughs a little, very short and sharp, when she stays on Legion. Which is ideal, so he's not particularly dismissive of it. He turns her recorder in his hand and stops just off to her right, considering the possibilities of what Legion really needs. ]
They wouldn't. They know I'd use it against them. Information is a valuable thing to have, and they might not be the sharpest knives in the drawer, but they're not stupid. [ Not stupid enough to give him any secrets without a fight, anyway. ] They rely on each other for everything. They're all they have - and that's a lot more than most of us can say. Of course, most of the rest of us aren't exactly sociable.
[ Danny being a primary exception, and even then, he's not exactly social. Just nosy and prying. It's not just survivors who have to deal with his intrusive nature. ]
You could always offer to listen in. Though they might not trust you, either, considering you're a journalist, too.
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they're just kids, after all. even though they dig a knife into her body until she's on a hook or dies by too many stab wounds — it's always what she thought about the legion. not that jed knows that, not that he will know that now when she plans on visiting ormond later and seeing things for herself. zarina can't let him know when she plans to scope the resort out.
hopefully it isn't frank or julie at home. ]
Maybe when they aren't in the mood to kill me on sight. [ the smile still on her face, but this time less of being fond and more of knowing. ] I'd be surprised if any of them would grant me an audience like you did. Interviews are hard to get these days, I'm sure you can tell.
[ there are plenty of other killers she wants answers from, digging into their past not to use it against them but simply to see how and why they turn out the way they do. like the hillbilly, the wraith — is he around? is he watching them or in a trial? — and the nurse. her many visits to the asylum barely gives her any answer. ]
I've got to ask: Aside from the Legion, have you made any "friends" around here, too?
[ zarina says the word friends like how they use it to explain his former co-workers back in philadelphia. no one at the campfire likes him, so what are the chances that any of the killers like him? ]
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[ Sometimes, he knows. They have their moments of peace, their times when they're actually having fun outside a trial. When the bloodlust is sated or just going ignored. He catches the recorder between two fingers and tilts it, letting it hang precariously like he's about to let it hit the ground. ]
If you phrase it like you just really want to know, they might give in. Things that might scare the other survivors, you could say. Once they get on a given topic, they might start being a little looser with their words.
[ Which Danny would love to say he never does, but the fact of the matter is that he gets careless when he's angry, or too self-satisfied, or if he's flattered enough. It was something he'd learned to restrain back in the world, but here, where that sort of self-control isn't nearly as necessary? It's not exactly infrequent.
Zarina's question doesn't get him moving again, but he does smile under the mask. It's another leading question, one that a simple and thoughtless answer given could fucker him over, and so he considers how to answer without actively lying. No point in doing that unless it's absolutely necessary, after all; the truth is dangerous and damaging enough sometimes. ]
Some. [ Very detailed. But that's the whole point, really. To be infuriating. ] Not many. My ... colleagues aren't particularly fond of my tendency to sneak around on their property and take pictures of them that they weren't expecting. But they're almost as interesting as all of you. Why wouldn't I take my chances learning about them, when there's no real consequences for getting caught?
[ Death not being permanent, though he's not fond of the pain. Of course, the invasive nature of his work isn't the only reason some of them dislike him, but if Zarina wants that information she can find the right ones and ask herself. ]
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writers block really be like: what's up 🙃
oh boy do i know how that goes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-la2O4Ej28 me upon replying to this tag
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