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GHOSTFACE 📲 STELLA

STELLA: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

UNKNOWN #: I thought you were the only one Shawn's supposed to be kissing

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GHOSTFACE 📲 STELLA

UNKNOWN #: Trouble in paradise?

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GHOSTFACE 📲 HARVEY

Harvey: Who the fuck do you think you are? Deciding who deserves to live and die?

UNKNOWN #: Don't tell me there isn't at least one person you'd like to see get their just desserts, Harv

UNKNOWN #: You and I both know who that is

UNKNOWN #: And he deserves it

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GHOSTFACE 📲 EVERYONE

Elias: Who the fuck is this?

UNKNOWN #: Language, Mr. Morrow

UNKNOWN #: I'd appreciate a little respect

UNKNOWN #: But I know you like things hard, don't you

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GHOSTFACE 📲 EVERYONE

DARIEN: If you think anything about that cash was quick, you really don't know what you're talking about.

DARIEN: If you've got beef with me, leave my uncle out of it.

UNKNOWN #: Are you willing to gamble that I don't?

UNKNOWN #: Just for that, I think I'll pay your uncle a visit

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connorharrington:

After a tedious day of work, Connor began the short walk back to his small apartment. He was eager to throw back a beer, unwind, and catch some sleep before the next work day. The walk was not far, only a few blocks from the center of the town. On a usual day he drove, but his car was in the shop at a neighboring town, where the blood stains from his previous incident with Veronica were being cleaned out. Explaining what had happened to the employees at the car shop had not been his most convincing work, but they seemed to buy his story. Realizing that he had forgotten his laptop at his office, he turned around began walking in the opposite direction. As he walked closer to the building that occupied his office suite, he noticed people along the streets watching something with horror filled in their eyes. His pace sped up once he realized that it was his office that everyone was watching. He stood a few feet away from the door, unsure of what to do. He felt paralyzed, unable to reach for his cell phone or ask someone for help. Clearly not thinking straight, he lifted his shirt over his nose and opened the door to his office, trying to gather as many unburnt documents as possible.

As the intended target rushed into the burning office to start saving what documents he could and stamp out the growing flames, the killer continued to lurk behind the drapes. Peering out of them in silence as smoke accumulated in the room. 

They couldn’t wait forever, unfortunately.

Without warning, the dark figure flung itself out from their hiding spot, crashing into Connor with great force. It caused both to topple to the ground and within seconds, the masked individual was scrambling to get at the lawyer. There was a flash of light reflected from the flames’ light -- the only indication that a knife had been withdrawn, and they were currently doing their damnedest to sink it into Connor Harrington’s flesh throughout the struggles.

And meanwhile, the fire grew. 

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missmarks:

The crunch of heavy boots draws her attention, wide blue eyes shooting up as she sees-she’s not sure who she sees in the morgue with her. “It’s not wise to sneak up one someone with a scalpel, you could get hurt.” She replies her voice emotionless as she grips the knife in her hand. “This place isn’t open to the public or for pranks.”

They pull their own knife out of the shapeless robe they’re wearing, letting it glint dramatically in the low light of the morgue. They always had a flair for dramatics “Mine’s bigger” heavily booted feet begin to step forward, their movement like wrath as they began to close the distance between themselves and the girl. When they stopped they were just out of her arms reach, making sure not to get close enough that she could actually do enough damage to gather information from them “Haven’t you wanted to meet me, Valerie? I thought you would be more excited than this”

Valerie Marks.

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Ghost Face 📲 Morgan

UNKNOWN #: You're quite the screamer

UNKNOWN #: Makes me wanna rip your fucking throat out

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vivhenley:

viv: eaten by a shark!! definitely. wbu?

viv: also who is this

UNKNOWN #: Suffocation by peaked panties  UNKNOWN #: Bob UNKNOWN #: I got to say, Viv, the camera really loves you

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GHOSTFACE 📲 EVERYONE

DARIEN: I have enough friends.

DARIEN: I don't know what you're talking about.

UNKNOWN #: Nobody can ever have too many friends, friend

UNKNOWN #: Let's not play dumb

UNKNOWN #: I thought with your rich uncle, you wouldn't have to stoop for some quick cash

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GHOSTFACE 📲 HARVEY

Harvey: Why the hell are you doing this??

Harvey: Maybe I deserve this shit, but I can assure you the rest of the town doesn't

Harvey: So why don't you just stop this while you still can

UNKNOWN #: Oh Harvey

UNKNOWN #: If you knew half the things I did, you'd know everyone in this town deserves exactly what they get

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Warren: You sick mf, I know what you did to Arabella.

Warren: Don't ever fucking touch her again.

Warren: Why don't you quit being a coward and show your face?

UNKNOWN #: I bet you already know how sweet her hair smells, don't you Warren?

UNKNOWN #: I'd be careful who you dish out orders to

UNKNOWN #: You're not in any position to demand things

UNKNOWN #: And sometimes I just get so antsy, I can't help myself

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"What's little piggy been up to..."

Gloved hands quietly rifled through the papers on the desk, occasionally pausing to stuff important ones inside their jacket for safekeeping. Then they squatted, going through the drawers for good measure. There wasn't a sense of urgency or care to this, just this black-clothed person tossing papers right and left and searching for any special knooks and crannys.

After everything had been shifted through, the dark figure stood tall and rummaged within their coat again. This time, a small vial was pulled out, uncapped, and then dumped all over the top of the desk. The container was also thrown on top because they wouldn't need it anymore. Then, a match was stuck and the brief flame lit up the ghost mask before it, too, was thrown on top. Flames immediately sprung forth on the lawyer's desk, lighting up the office quickly.

Then, a gloved hand casually pushed over the nearest breakable vase, causing the thing to shatter loudly.

After this, they stepped back into the shadows behind the curtains to wait for him... The lawyer... To come and save what was left of his precious hard work and secrets.

@connorharrington

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Valerie Marks.

@missmarks

They stood in silence watching the girl as she mulled about the morgue, cleaning and doting on the lifeless forms that were scattered in cooling systems around the room. They stepped forward, heavy boots echoing in the mostly empty room “Hello Valerie” There was a voice modifier on them, making recognizing it impossible “Nice gig you got here”

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GHOSTFACE 📲 EVERYONE

KATERINA #: Is that a pickup line?

KATERINA #: Cause that would be one hell of a date

UKNNOWN #: You're not really my type

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GHOSTFACE 📲 EVERYONE

DARIEN: New phone, who dis?

DARIEN: JK but bad taste dude 🔪🔪 Which of you assholes is this?

UKNNOWN #: Your new best friend

UKNNOWN #: Tell me, Darien, what did you need all that money for?

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GHOSTFACE 📲 CONNOR

CONNOR: Leave her alone.

UNKNOWN #: I hope you appreciate your gift

UNKNOWN #: Plenty more where that come from

UNKNOWN #: Just you wait, Connor