juliesback

[juliesback]

"Jules, I am not sure if you where a good girl this year. But what do you wish for christmas?"

@jed-the-newspaperguy

@jed-the-newspaperguy

"Christmas?"

She'd click her tongue, adjusting her mask as she rolled back onto the balls of her feet. With her and the rest of the Legion busy with their usual antics, she hadn't considered if she would want anything. Her head would roll to the side, blowing out a raspberry before shrugging.

"Not too sure, honestly. Maybe a new Walkman for Susie. And maybe a new knife."

Not much else for a person to want in the Fog.

[juliesback]

; || AIGHT ILL BE BACK IN A FEW DAYS JUST GOTTA GET FINISHED MOVIN'

Then i'll be a drawing fiend.

[juliesback]

" Try that shit again, asshole. "

[juliesback]

; || I'll be back in a few days, mental health has tanked and i'm trying to focus on me for a bit ^^

[juliesback]

"Stay safe out there, fuckers. Or don't, I'm not here to tell ya what to do."

[juliesback]

Her head would lean against his shoulder as she listened, humming out in agreement to his sentiments. It would pull a smile to her lips as he declared his agreement, nodding her head just a bit before glancing towards his face. She wasn't able to meet his eyes, but she just barely managed to make it look like she was.

"Sweet. You gotta carry your own weight, though. I don't got enough room in my bag for everything."

A hand of hers would raise and brush against his own, her thumb running over her knuckles as she remained seated. While going was something she did want to do, it wasn't as if there was a time limit. Or, not as prevalent of one as there usually was when it came to such petty crimes.

The only thing that could stop them was the Entity's own pull, but even she had queues and tells that told them when they were going to be summoned.

"Question is, do we go all out?"

She'd tilt her head back as she spoke, "Make some art piece as a statement or something, or do we wanna just platter color wherever our hearts desire?"

A smirk would tug at her lips, the idea of just running through the halls of several buildings leaving paint trails in their wake seemed as fun as doing actual graffiti.

@baggiebag

Instances of serenity were rare in the Fog, but whenever they showed themselves Julie would glutton herself on them like a fine delicacy. A reminder of what she had left behind, a peaceful life filled with the mundane.

Mundane, that was what she felt described this situation best. The Entity had yet to call upon her for another trial and, from the looks of it, Frank shared the same fate. Ormond, for once, felt as it did before they had been whisked away. The hearth crackled in the center of the living space, it's eternal flame dancing- undisturbed by the wailing winds outside. It bathed the main living space in an amber hue, the scene only disturbed by the endless day that blanketed their shared Realm. Though the place sat in disrepair, most of the things they had stolen to provide some forms of normalcy were scattered about; things that allowed them to live out here as if it was some weird and fucked up house.

In a way, she was thankful they had added such accommodations before being taken; she couldn't even begin to imagine what this place would've been like without them.

Lounging on a couch, head tilted back, her mask lay on an adjacent coffee table as she sprawled over the cushions. She stared at the ceiling; eyes half lidded as she dozed while basking in the warmth. Her head would only raise when Frank drew near, her expression calm but amused as she looked at him.

"Hey," She'd push herself onto her elbows to better look at him, "How bored are you right now?"

An open ended question, but one that spoke of plans to come. She had a few ideas brewing in that head of hers, and as always, she wanted to rope in another while she did it.

[juliesback]

"Hallucinogenic." She'd echo his words, tone flat as she considered.

"What kind of hallucinations." Her hand would rest on her hip, head tilting slightly, "Like LSD hallucinations, or the kind where you see spiders crawling up the walls."

Hey, lass @juliesback

Max an' I made a batch o' moonshine, ask yer posse if they want a bottle.

[juliesback]

ooc ; ||

I'll do reply posts tomorrow iim so tired

[juliesback]

reblog if it's okay for people to mention your muse(s) in their threads!

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Footsteps near the door to the place she had come to realize was Ghost Face's primary residence, and while usually she wasn't one to venture out this far from Ormond Resort....

She was pissed.

RIP his door, she isn't going to replace it. Probably.

@jed-the-newspaperguy

It was supposed to be a fun outing, a 'bonding activity' courtesy of the Entity themselves. Something to ease the spirits, allow people to relax and get to know each other in a more amicable environment-

And somehow that little rat bastard of a reporter managed to turn it into a literal nightmare.

A corn maze, it should have been such a simple, boring activity, but it seemed Jed was out to exceeded expectations. Things had started out normal, traversing through the rows of corn with little to no issue, but as the twists and turns began to become more disorienting, she noticed a certain someone being particularly absent. It was only when she attempted to speak to the other killer did she realize she was talking to a wall: or rather, he abandoned her. The realization would hit her like a truck, and almost immediately would her mood sour.

That fucker had just left her in here.

Despite her keen hunting instincts, it still took what felt like hours before she emerged at the end of the maze, free from the corn-enclosed-hell. She was fuming, gaze searching in an attempt to locate Jed, though she came up short. Whether blinded by her own rage or genuinely unable to see him, she didn't know, but she knew she could get her answers from someone else. Making a b-line for the closest person, she hoisted them up off the ground by their collar; a random survivor she didn't recall the name of.

"Where the fuck is he?!"

Of course, the person was confused, bringing forth an agitated huff as she further clarified. She described the Ghost Face as best she could, curses and insults spoken in between the important details. When the impromptu interrogation led nowhere, she would drop them unceremoniously and stomp off in search of him.

She was going to kick his ass the next time she saw him.

[juliesback]

@jed-the-newspaperguy

It was supposed to be a fun outing, a 'bonding activity' courtesy of the Entity themselves. Something to ease the spirits, allow people to relax and get to know each other in a more amicable environment-

And somehow that little rat bastard of a reporter managed to turn it into a literal nightmare.

A corn maze, it should have been such a simple, boring activity, but it seemed Jed was out to exceeded expectations. Things had started out normal, traversing through the rows of corn with little to no issue, but as the twists and turns began to become more disorienting, she noticed a certain someone being particularly absent. It was only when she attempted to speak to the other killer did she realize she was talking to a wall: or rather, he abandoned her. The realization would hit her like a truck, and almost immediately would her mood sour.

That fucker had just left her in here.

Despite her keen hunting instincts, it still took what felt like hours before she emerged at the end of the maze, free from the corn-enclosed-hell. She was fuming, gaze searching in an attempt to locate Jed, though she came up short. Whether blinded by her own rage or genuinely unable to see him, she didn't know, but she knew she could get her answers from someone else. Making a b-line for the closest person, she hoisted them up off the ground by their collar; a random survivor she didn't recall the name of.

"Where the fuck is he?!"

Of course, the person was confused, bringing forth an agitated huff as she further clarified. She described the Ghost Face as best she could, curses and insults spoken in between the important details. When the impromptu interrogation led nowhere, she would drop them unceremoniously and stomp off in search of him.

She was going to kick his ass the next time she saw him.

[juliesback]

𝐂𝐎𝐙𝐘 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of cozy autumn-themed prompts.)  

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🎃 carve pumpkins together

🍁 go to a pumpkin patch

🍬 go trick or treating

🧛‍♂️ go to a costume party

📺 watch horror movies together

🌽 do a corn maze

🌾 go on a hayride

🍎 go apple-picking

☕ go on a coffee date

🐎 go on a horseback ride

🍄 go to a farmer's market

🌰 have a fall picnic

🥧 bake autumn treats together (pumpkin pie, cookies...)

🍂 take a walk in the woods to look at the leaves

📖 read books while it rains outside

⛺ go camping (and tell ghost stories by the campfire)

👻 decorate the house for Halloween

[juliesback]

Her tongue would swipe over her teeth in thought, eyes flitting from his mask covered face to the fire behind him.

"Did Suzie run out of tablets?" She knew the youngest of the bunch kept tabs of acid on her religiously, something Julie had asked Suzie about during their earlier days in the Fog. Most she had gotten out of her was mentions of 'appeasing the entity' and 'earning her favors', something she had pretended to understand at the time. A part of her better understood now, but the linguistics of it were still a mystery to her.

"Whatever, I got an idea."

She'd prop herself up properly, swinging her legs so that they drapped over the front of the couch. When her feet touched the ground, she'd lean forwards and rest her elbows on her knees.

"That Elementary school we sometimes get thrown into, not the one the giant sword guy lives but the one Freddy's at." She'd look directly at Frank now, a smile etching itself onto her features. "We could tag the place, I managed to find still-functioning spray paint cans over in the junkyard. We'll be able to go all out instead of carvin' into wood."

To her, the idea of committing what she considered a petty crime almost felt nostalgic; they hadn't been able to do anything that they used to since being declared killers. In a weird way, she had begun to miss it. So, when the opportunity presented itself to relive a part of their life they had long since left behind, she couldn't help but steal a variety of colors and bring them back to the Resort.

"You in?"

@baggiebag

Instances of serenity were rare in the Fog, but whenever they showed themselves Julie would glutton herself on them like a fine delicacy. A reminder of what she had left behind, a peaceful life filled with the mundane.

Mundane, that was what she felt described this situation best. The Entity had yet to call upon her for another trial and, from the looks of it, Frank shared the same fate. Ormond, for once, felt as it did before they had been whisked away. The hearth crackled in the center of the living space, it's eternal flame dancing- undisturbed by the wailing winds outside. It bathed the main living space in an amber hue, the scene only disturbed by the endless day that blanketed their shared Realm. Though the place sat in disrepair, most of the things they had stolen to provide some forms of normalcy were scattered about; things that allowed them to live out here as if it was some weird and fucked up house.

In a way, she was thankful they had added such accommodations before being taken; she couldn't even begin to imagine what this place would've been like without them.

Lounging on a couch, head tilted back, her mask lay on an adjacent coffee table as she sprawled over the cushions. She stared at the ceiling; eyes half lidded as she dozed while basking in the warmth. Her head would only raise when Frank drew near, her expression calm but amused as she looked at him.

"Hey," She'd push herself onto her elbows to better look at him, "How bored are you right now?"

An open ended question, but one that spoke of plans to come. She had a few ideas brewing in that head of hers, and as always, she wanted to rope in another while she did it.

[juliesback]

@baggiebag

Instances of serenity were rare in the Fog, but whenever they showed themselves Julie would glutton herself on them like a fine delicacy. A reminder of what she had left behind, a peaceful life filled with the mundane.

Mundane, that was what she felt described this situation best. The Entity had yet to call upon her for another trial and, from the looks of it, Frank shared the same fate. Ormond, for once, felt as it did before they had been whisked away. The hearth crackled in the center of the living space, it's eternal flame dancing- undisturbed by the wailing winds outside. It bathed the main living space in an amber hue, the scene only disturbed by the endless day that blanketed their shared Realm. Though the place sat in disrepair, most of the things they had stolen to provide some forms of normalcy were scattered about; things that allowed them to live out here as if it was some weird and fucked up house.

In a way, she was thankful they had added such accommodations before being taken; she couldn't even begin to imagine what this place would've been like without them.

Lounging on a couch, head tilted back, her mask lay on an adjacent coffee table as she sprawled over the cushions. She stared at the ceiling; eyes half lidded as she dozed while basking in the warmth. Her head would only raise when Frank drew near, her expression calm but amused as she looked at him.

"Hey," She'd push herself onto her elbows to better look at him, "How bored are you right now?"

An open ended question, but one that spoke of plans to come. She had a few ideas brewing in that head of hers, and as always, she wanted to rope in another while she did it.

[juliesback]

"What exactly did you put in them."

Some of the stuff in those foreign terrains seemed edible but... most didn't appeal to her.

Hey, lass @juliesback

Max an' I made a batch o' moonshine, ask yer posse if they want a bottle.

[juliesback]

Behind her mask, she would slowly blink.

"...Like, the new ones that came with the recent killers?"

A part of her was hoping she was assuming wrong, but already she was second guessing her decision.

Hey, lass @juliesback

Max an' I made a batch o' moonshine, ask yer posse if they want a bottle.

[juliesback]

"New stuff?"

There was hesitancy in her tone, but she was none the wiser on what the contents could actually be. Granted, anything 'new' was a risk factor; she learned the hard way one too many times.

"What kind of new stuff?"

Hey, lass @juliesback

Max an' I made a batch o' moonshine, ask yer posse if they want a bottle.