#and just. boothill and the idea of what's due to the dead

[somethingsomethingstarward]

what if streets of laredo was a boothill song

[akutasoda]

in the morning light

[part 2 here]

synopsis - what it's like sharing a bed with them

includes - aventurine, gallagher, sunday, robin, boothill

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, i have no clue what im doing, might be ooc, wc - 1.2k

a/n: i have absolutely no clue what this is... im trying to write requests but i feel weirdly rusty and so i needed to do something random and well... this is it i guess?

aventurine ★↷

↪he has settled for a very long time to have bare minimum as his bed, practically nothing in some cases, and so now he over indulges himself. we've all seen the official art and the animation, he has one of the comfiest beds known.

↪anything you need, he's got it for you no questions asked or thought about. he does care quite abit about how he presents himself so he has quite the nightly routine but it's not that extensive, so if you wish to do yours alongside he wouldn't mind one bit.

↪naturally a light sleeper - the slightest sound or movement can wake him. aventurine is also quite prone to frequent nightmares which cause him to wake up in a cold sweat everytime. he doesn't wish to burden you however and so he tries to keep his movements to a minimum when your beside him.

↪he doesn't say anything but he always loves it when you wrap your arms around him and let him rest his head on your chest. it's very comforting to him. he feels safe in your arms and listening to your heartbeat brings him that reassurance that you are real and there for him.

↪unfortunately due to his work he can get very early morning calls which cause him to wake up early and begrudgingly leave you behind - he'd never wake you but places a kiss on your forehead before leaving. however if he has the day off, he becomes extremely clingly and refuses to move and further intertwines his body with yours.

gallagher ★↷

↪as a bloodhound, he doesn't normally stay the whole night as he might be called out to deal with whatever problem penacony has then. this can feed into a reluctance to join you in bed as he knows he wouldn't be able to leave if he did so.

↪he isn't one that cared about comfort or a good night sleep, so his bed was always bare minimum with one or two pillows and a blanket. although if you're one for more than he wouldn't mind buying anything you wanted to add.

↪doesn't really have a bedtime routine. most of the time he gets straight home from work and is very content to just collapse onto the bed beside you without even changing. most of his routine is spent in the morning trying to make himself look a bit more presentable for the day - he is very prone to drastic bed hair.

↪if he knows he wont be called out or has the next day off, he will happily join you in bed and becomes dead to the world. can be a very heavy sleeper if he knows he can allow himself to be.

↪gallagher can also be extremely clingy - on purpose. he enjoys holding you in his arms knowing that he can protect you and keep you close. so good luck if you have places to be because gallagher will have you in a tight bear hug which he won't let up any time soon.

sunday ★↷

↪he is normally very busy as the head of the oak family but he knows how important it is to keep up with things like sleeping to be able to actually function, so he tries his hardest but does has a tendency to put work first.

↪that being said, he does have a very high standard when it comes to his actual bed - he's sort of a mix because he likes having the comfiest things but he wouldn't complain otherwise. therefore he can be very accommodating to your needs.

↪he cares about his public appearance very much and so he has a very quick but efficient nightime and morning routine, he doesn't like spending time on such trivial matters but he needs to look pristine. sometimes if you're lucky enough you can see his wings looking very disheveled in the morning.

↪he probably didn't like the idea of sharing a bed to start with but he'd warm up to the idea much further into the relationship. although he isn't exactly one for cuddles, he much prefers that you have your own seperate sides of the bed - he'd be rather insistent on having his space.

↪sometimes you'd forget he's sleeping beside you. he barely moves at all and stays way too still to the point that you get a little weirded out, the only sign that he's still loving is the occasional flutter of his wings.

↪gets up super early. like way too early but he doesn't press you to get up at the same time unless you have somewhere to be. even if he doesn't have anywhere to be he gets up early because it's a habit for him.

robin ★↷

↪she can be equally as busy as her brother but most of the time she'd love nothing more than to end her day cuddled up beside you - her daily schedule can be much more accommodating to having a healthy sleep schedule.

↪as a very popular singer, she does need to keep up her appearance and so she has a very extensive and detailed nightime routine that she doesn't mind you joing her for if you wished. same goes for her morning routine.

↪robin is quite used to having many things and that translates into her bed as it has very fluffy blankets and lots of pillows. although she doesn't mind changing a few things if that isn't exactly your style.

↪a surprisingly light sleeper but she can move around quite a bit in her sleep. not exactly drastic movements but more small scale actions to readjust herself very often. she can be a massive cuddle bug so sometimes she does accidentally move you around with her.

boothill ★↷

↪chasing one bounty after another doesn't leave much room for somebody to lay low and have a proper rest. being a cyborg doesn't really help that case either as he doesn't exactly need to sleep to function - does he even need to recharge?

↪boothill really only started caring about sleep or 'recharging' when you came along. that being said, he doesn't exactly have a permanent place to stay so you might have to accommodate a cyborg into your room - but he is very adaptable and respectful of your space.

↪it becomes a moment for you two just to relax and unwind, he no longer has to worry about anything and can spend his time holding you. he probably can 'sleep' as a way to recharge but he becomes like a log and doesn't move at all until he's ready to go.

↪he does have a love hate relationship with having care routines, i do believe that he probably values his hair alot as it's the only remaining part of him from his life as a human but other than that he only looks after the rest of himself to make sure he doesn't malfunction.

↪he doesn't dare wake you unless you've specifically asked him too. so sometimes you may wake up to see him staring at you but you would learn to deal with that...

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[yandere-romanticaa]

Darkness loomed over Penacony as you ran barefoot across the dimly lit streets, the drunk passerbys oblivious to your rushed footsteps and heaving chest.

It has been six months since you felt the cool fresh air on your own. Six long, hellish months of bizarre captivity that made your head spin. Boothill was the personification of a locked and loaded gun, constantly on the chase for his next IPC lackey to shoot, or if he was in the mood he would hop on a totally different planet which no one knew about, which naturally only made him want to go even more.

The pain of trying to keep up with him was horrid. Rancid even. Scrapes and bruises, hell, even broken bones became a mild concern once you started to see the plethora of wanted posters which had your face plastered over them.

Solid bounty to boot.

Whenever you would bring up these concerns, Boothill would let out the most hearty laugh, his head thrown back so hard that his hat would come off. He would then proceed to smack you across your back, proudly saying that it was his own personal little way of claiming you.

No person with any common sense would dare come for you.

He would just shoot them dead on the spot.

"That's not a threat pumkin'!" he would say as he casually drank his drink, the alcohol swishing and swaying in the pristine crystal glass. He drank it all in one swoop before setting it back down on the counter, his gaze laser focused on you.

"It's a promise."

From the corner of your eye, you could see the way his hand was resting on the holster of his gun and came to the wise realization that you believed him.

Through trial and error, you have come to terms with the fact that Boothill will keep his promises, particularly if they were related to you.

Running away from him in the overcrowded bar was... was most definitely not the brightest idea but it had worked. It was indeed still working, even with your aching feet and burning lungs. Your entire body begged you to just stop and take a breath, but that option was impossible, because you knew all too well what was in store for you.

As if on cue, you heard him before you saw him.

Endless echoes of shouts, yelps and strings of curses followed you as you continued to flee from him. Boothill pushed, shoved and kicked absolutely every single person onto the ground if they dared to stand in his way, not giving a flying fuck - oh how satisfying it was to curse in front of him since you knew that he could not - any of them were hurt.

"Come back!" he yelled, his voice heavy and hoarse.

You did not turn around, such a luxury was not possible. Against your body's wishes, you ran.

He pursued.

A chorus of shots rang in the air, all of which were too close for comfort. None of the bullets were meant for you as the Galaxy Ranger was being pursued by the Bloodhound family, each one barking orders and insults at each other as they did everything they could to keep your so called lover in check.

As if Xipe themself had acknowledged your efforts, you spotted a tiny alleyway which was perfect to hide in. Boothill had lost his momentum due to his own pursuers, giving you precious seconds to decide on your next course of action.

And with the way you could feel your feet physically give into the pressure, you made your way into the pitch dark alleyway, carefully tip toeing around any possible source of sound. With a sigh you sat behind a large dumpster, the ultimate coverage in this time of need.

A faint glimmer of hope formed in your heart. It was hard to focus on anything other than the fact that you were free from his grasp. You'd much rather take in the stench of trash than his robotic arms, the memory alone making you shiver.

Behind the safety of your dumpster, the streets sounded like a mini warzone.

How typical of him. Being subtle was never his style.

Everything he did, Boothill did to be the biggest menace and pest known to society. He would tell you stories of his escapades as his eyes trailed over your whole body like a starving wolf, his sharp pearly white teeth almost looking like knives in your eyes.

Oh how he loved to sink his teeth into your neck. The noises you let out only seemed to spur him, giving him more motivation to mar your skin. Even now the traces were there, nasty and crude. Tracing a few fingers around your throat, you felt the raging pulse point becoming heavier and heavier, as if it was getting ready to pop and burst right in this dingy alley.

If it were not for the sounds of gunfire, you would have believed that your own heart was going to betray you. There was no way that no one was hearing this, the sheer intensity so strong and dizzying. Hot white pain seeped into your lungs and quickly made its way into your veins, chaining you onto the ground.

That's easy prey, you suddenly heard his voice in your head.

The second they're too scared to move, well I'll be fudged, that's when you shoot pumpkin'.

And you had quietly agreed with him on that summer eve. You could still recall how he hid you both beneath some bushes as he went to scavenge some food for you, showing you some tips and tricks along the way. You could recall the way the thorny bushes had wounded you, pricking the soft flesh of your arms, fresh droplets of blood coating the mostly dry ground.

It hasn't rained in ages on that planet, if you recall correctly.

Rain. What you would give for the fresh scent of the rain. The harsh droplets would mask the yelling, the roaring thunder could perhaps comfort you in some odd way.

And just like that, you wish had come true.

A single piece of evening dew feel on your cheek, the liquid oddly warmer than it ought to be.

You could not be bothered to care.

Closing your eyes, you decided to bask in the first moments of glorious freedom you had managed to steal for yourself.

Boothill had taught you well, ironically enough.

There would be no more yelling, no more loud gun fights, no more long distance traveling. No more needy Galaxy Ranger who wanted you to pay constant attention to him 24/7. You already knew where you wanted to settle somewhere, a quiet and quaint place, a place oozing with peace and serenity.

Much like this dumpster, but a lot more pleasing to the senses.

The streets were quiet and the only sound that could be heard was the music in the distance, a sound so hauntingly pleasant that it made you feel -

Quiet.

Why had it gone quiet?

Like a phantom he emerged from the shadows, his all too familiar silhouette taking over the entire alleyway. His footsteps were slow, methodic. Well calculated.

And like a true phantom, he never left you alone.

His presence was dark and imposing, testing out the waters to see whether or not you were going to come out on your own or if he had to get his hands dirty.

However, he did not give you the luxury of thinking.

"Found ya." he said through gritted teeth, his red eyes gleaming like stars in the night.

Stars you would have a hard time looking the same ever again.

[revserrayyu]

2.1 Penacony thoughts [part1]

**Mild spoiler warning** until the first moment we switch to Aventurine’s POV in the story and I don’t think much has happened yet, but if you haven’t reached that point yet, then turn away anyway if you wish I’m just gonna ramble a bit here and toss my thoughts into the void for my own reference.

Firstly, the return of the odd yellow text and Aventurine calling us ~fuh-riends~ in that hilarious and exaggerated tone of his.

Makes me wonder whom else has perished during their time in Penacony, and if it’s true, then the Family certainly has experience with covering such things up which raises many other concerns. Also gives me another reason to not fully trust Sunday.

Oh teehee~ We got Aventurine’s number. And some extra credits due to my responses, HA. sugardaddy

As we learned from a beautifully animated dance animation, Black Swan certainly knows how dangerous Acheron can be.

he whole flashback with Duke & Acheron was pretty good. It at least gives us more context rather than us being told he was killed offscreen, but still confirms the dude is dead, though he mentions the kids are alive, somehow. Duke also guessed that Acheron’s an Emanator (though he’s wrong about which path), then there was some important music box that gets brought up later on, and Acheron speaks of her sword that has indeed been sheathed this entire time, even during the 2.0 story.

At the very end of the scene it fades to black and Acheron full says: “May death be the end of your boundless dream, guiding you back to the waking world,” which I remember is the exact thing she said after witnessing Firefly’s death.

Sweetie, you’re a big mystery but it does not surprise me in the slightest to learn that you’re wanted by the IPC after witnessing your power in your many trailers. Hearing her speak about the Stellaron Hunters though made me think back to her character trailer, since I wondered if she even knew who was attacking her in the first place, but perhaps she did, even if the trio was nothing but Sparkle’s tricky illusions.

It was kinda funny seeing her get lost occasionally in the hotel during the previous story update, but now I feel bad knowing that she has horrible memory. Having to rely on your emotions seems quite challenging if you don’t have a good control of them, but she seems to be fairing well enough.

Tell us your suspicions Acheron! I mean, I have my guesses as well, but I’d take your word over anyone else’s.

It was at this moment where I had a real random idea and thought, “huh, could this be Boothill?” I found it strange how they revealed him to us when we haven’t even met the dude in game yet, like he really came in outta nowhere for me. But seeing Sam again and realizing how both of them have robotic bodies.. I dunno. I thought it could’ve been an extra set of armor or something.

Of course it makes no sense, since Sam & Boothill have different voice actors anyways, but still, the way Acheron speaks so familiar to him, as if they were both truly galaxy rangers, gave me second thoughts for just a brief moment. Nothing more. Just a small silly idea.

The return of the worrisome red text, capable of causing anxiety even through such a small word. With her horrible memory, I assume she’s not even sure what she’s supposed to be doing in life, so asking about Elio’s script and if she’s included made me think she’s trying to learn about her purpose and her own goals.

Say it loud, mom! We shall NOT. TRUST. ANYONE! And at this moment I seriously don’t. If they ain’t from the Express then you’re sus. Case closed.

Glad to see Danny boy lending us a helping hand from the train, but red text begone! First learning about how Acheron has terrible memory and now we can’t even remember her well? That can’t be good.

I firmly believed that if you die in the dream, you would just wake up in real life, so thank whatever Aeon you fancy that we’re finally getting the idea to head back into reality to confirm if Firefly and Robin are still alive. Maybe we should check up on those couple npcs that passed away during side quests too.

The way I held my breath.. I don’t even know much about HI3 but I’m aware our grandpa is more or less the same guy, so seeing him interact with some like Acheron, oh dear. The way Acheron still didn’t reveal her true name to him made me more wary too. I get she might not even remember, because poor memory, but hmmm.

I can understand her having some Stellaron Hunter knowledge because she’s wanted just like them, but ma’am why do you know this?? especially since the Family doesn’t even know the truth about Welt’s cane apparently.

Can’t lie, a fight between him and Acheron would be a spectacle. Who do you think would win?

Again, how does she know this? Has she been chatting with Aventurine? because he figured out our stellaron last patch too.

First thought: yay, she’s worried about us. Second thought: why would she be concerned about Black Swan? Shouldn’t it be the other way around after their dance? Third thought: What exactly is Black Swan capable of and how frightened should I be right now? Fourth thought: Acheron, why do you know so much about others??

So this music box.. why exactly does Black Swan have it now? Didn’t Acheron snatch it from Duke Inferno? Was she planning to give it to BS, or did memokeeper steal it off her? I dunno.

Is it me or does it feel like she’s talking to someone else? Another memokeeper? Or just to herself for dramatic effect? Either way, who exactly are we expecting to show up?

I honestly was getting a bit creeped out during this scene, from the weird camera angles the game was giving is to seeing Black Swan not understand what was going on or who was speaking to her. I actually started fearing for her life and I made a stunning realization that if they killed off BS I would actually freak out. Surprisingly, I wasn’t too upset over Firefly (we didn’t spend much time with her), but it feels like we’ve know BS for longer you know? Ever since that trailer about all the Aeons.

I can hear Luocha somewhere in the distance going “the dead return!” I tease, but actually hearing one of those from Ever-Flame Mansion call out to BS was a bit confusing? Duke said his kids were alive, sure, but BS is looking at past memories attached to the music box, right? So I’m still a bit on the fence regarding who out of the kids are actually alive. Maybe some, maybe all. Maybe I’m being played for a fool and thinking about it too much.

How many of y’all got excited to see Ratio interact with Aventurine again? I know you people are out there. Anyways, hearing about how Robin had a stand-in leads me to believe her death was planned, which would upset me greatly because what did that precious lady ever do to anyone??

It’s crazy this man has actually tried several times to end himself inside the dreams, like bro what if you actually succeeded?? At least this shod bring us some relief that Firefly and Robin are okay? Hopefully? I’ll believe when I see them.

I freakin' knew there was something wrong with her voice!! The first couple times we meet her you can tell her voice sounded off, like it was glitching out or something. It’s not very easy to hear, but the difference between the real Robin and Sparkle impersonating Robin towards the end of the last patch sounded different. No wonder Sunday picked up on Sparkle’s trick so easily.

Soooo, that’s pretty much everything I went through after the update hit. Unfortunately it isn’t much but adulting is a drag. Of course I’m looking forward to continuing the story later on. Starting with these men again will be a treat too.

(originally written on 3/27)

[jennmoslek36]

  November 26th, 2018

  DAY 2

WE WOKE ON day two to gray skies, frigid temperatures & a wind that cut right through you! It was going to be a miserable day. Oh & did I mention it was also day number two of NO HOT WATER!! The sink would scald you for hours BUT the shower…Not so much! I figured this out our very 1st morning & while E was totally willing to brave it that that day, I was NOT willing to start my morning freezing my bunzos off. Fortunately my addiction to Dunkin Donuts sweet tea came to the rescue! I used my high tech D & D cup & MacGyvered myself a steaming hot, kinda shower & although I had been quite proud of myself, I was NOT going to do it a 2nd time. It was freaking 36 degrees out with a gusty wind that cut right through you; I’d be saving my shower for a place with a large hot water tank! I waited while E decided today was HER day to “Run On Dunkin!” We then Layering up, we finally headed out. Time to head back to the school & get a better look at the damage Hurricane Michael had caused. But 1st, we had a quick stop on what was deemed the “Highest Point” of Marianna.

      AS THE CROW SPIES

IT SAT ON top of an enormous hill, looming over the tiny town. Although we had driven by probably a dozen OR more times since arriving, however, the extent of the damage wouldn’t be known until we were actually standing in front of it. We drove up a steep side road, through a neighborhood where the debris was still piled up & after finally finding the street that the church sat on, pulled into a parking lot of a hurricane damaged business that sat just across the street. Getting out we both craned our necks & looked up. It was unbelievable.

    WE DIDN’T NEED to cross the street to even see that the gothic style church had been mostly reduced to rubble. The building had crumbled so much that there was no way to even access the church due to its brick steps & entry way lying in a heap. Taking photos around the outside would have to suffice.

    IN MY LAST post, I chose not to focus on the town itself, other than the graveyard as it pertained directly to the school. So why in this post am I focusing on the rubble of this particular church instead of just mentioning that we stopped & moved on to the school? Well, there are two reasons:

  1) I wanted to mention the old red bricks that the church was constructed from as they were more than likely made by the boys in the brick factory located on campus.

  AND

  2) The ENTIRE time we were at the church we were being watched….By a very large, jet black crow. He was perched on the top of the steeple staring down at us. If we moved to the left, he moved to the left. If we went right, he did the same. At one point we moved to a side of the building where he couldn’t easily see us & he then flew to where he could. That damn creepy ass bird sat there, staring us down, even as we got back into the car & drove away. It really made for a chilling picture.

        THE DEVIL’S GATE IS OPEN!

  AS WE DID the day before, we pulled onto the North Campus & took the fork to the left. Heading up the rough path, you could clearly see the destruction that had taken place weeks earlier. The biggest change was the absence of most of the trees that had always stood on the land. Now they were in piles all over the place. It looked like a bomb went off.

    IN ADDITION TO the massive amounts of debris littering the property, there was also a flurry of activity on the North Campus grounds. Vehicles were parked at the fence of the main school building, reminding us that it was a Monday. Of course this sent the Bestie into a slight panic, to which I reminded her that it was no big deal as we blended in with all of the extra people currently frequenting the area. It was during this discussion that E noticed that there was a gate wide open at the back of the property. In spite of the nerves, we headed that way…And drove right through it, landing ourselves smack in the middle of a wooded area that we’d never been able to get to before.

      FINDING LEE & MONROE?

THE PLAN WAS to head directly to Boothill & spend time searching in & around the area in the hopes of finding ANYTHING that could be used as evidence. That plan changed the minute we came upon yet another large structure.

    THIS ONE WAS just as large as the one we had found the day before & was of similar style. The concrete entryway was framed by the same massive stone columns & once again, the inside was made up of concrete floors, tile walls & the narrow, inaccessible staircases. Water from the rain was pooled in various areas of the floor, making it slick to walk on.

    NOT EXPECTING TO find the firstdorm the day before, our minds were completely blown to find a 3rd right next door to it! The field of debris continued as we frequently stepped over & around branches, garbage, old furniture, wood & even what looked to be a large pile of couch cushions. Why anyone would go through the trouble of dragging out that many cushions is beyond me…Unless they were thinking about building a bonfire but decided that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to do so when surrounded by 100+ year old buildings. Thank God for that at least!

      ARMED WITH MY little recorder, I scanned the room silently for several minutes before catching up with E. She immediately let me know that the other side of the building would not be accessible. Knowing we still had at around 2 miles of dense woods to get through, we had to keep going. We exited through the back, stepping over the door that was lying on the ground & found ourselves standing in another small courtyard area. To our left was a smaller brick structure that upon closer inspection looked like a storage room for recreation equipment. Deflated balls were all over the place & a wooden bench, that matched others that we had seen randomly around the campus, lined the 3 main walls that made up the little room. The door to this structure was damaged but oddly still attached with the lock firmly in place. It wasn’t going to open without a fight; A fight neither of us really wanted to have since we still had too much to do & as usual NOT enough time!

    AS WE MADE our way to the woods, I barely noticed that there was a steep set of concrete steps leading down to a some type of cellar straight out of one of the Freddy Kruger movies, but more on that later…

    A SECOND BOOTHILL?

STANDING AT THE entrance of the woods, there was something so ominous about knowing what had been there & what could still be Inside of those woods. They held the Boothill Cemetery …Not necessarily where this story began but definitely where it would be blown wide open, showing the rest of the world that evil did exist & continues to live happily in a little town nestled in Florida’s panhandle. In fact, It would put Marianna on the map & send officials scrambling to cover up 111 years of child neglect, torture, rape & murder.

    IT DIDN’T MATTER how uneasy those woods made us feel, there was NO turning back now. I plugged in the coordinates for Boothill into my phone & we were off! It took only a few steps before we realized that it was NOT going to be an, easy, leisurely hike. Every other step resulted in one OR both of us were either getting tangled up in vines, whacking each other in the face with branches OR having to become a contortionist to get through the impossibly small openings in the trees. Factor in the frigid, damp weather & we had ourselves a pretty miserable trek through the forest.

    OTHER THAN THE above mentioned unpleasantness, the first half of the walk was uneventful…Until it wasn’t. It started when we saw another of those old homemade wooden benches that were apparently a campus staple. After a couple of comments, we moved on. If the GPS could be believed (Mine hates me & often lies!), we were about 400 yards from Boothill. We moved forward, hearing the crunching of dead leaves & snapping of branches under our feet. Crunch, Crunch, Snap; Crunch, Crunch, Snap; Crunch Crunch, THUNK! WTF?? It was a change in the sound that our boots made as we were walking; The sound that you’d hear if you were to walk on a hard wood floor. The ground texture was also way off…Like spongy. Stopping in our tracks, E started digging while I pulled out my phone to take video. As she kept digging, I started tapping on the ground around her just to see how big of an area we may be dealing with. I didn’t get far when she threw up both of her hands & began freaking the “F” out! She backed up so fast you’d think she had stumbled on a nest of clowns! Myself, however, stayed calm. I’d spent most of my life being afraid of EVERYTHING & here I was completely level headed, even though I damn well knew what we could be standing on. I Handed E my phone & took over digging.

    THE EARTH ON top peeled back like a section of carpet & that’s exactly what it felt like. Digging revealed something long & wooden. A few minutes later 2 more sides similar to the 1st were revealed. The end of each was attached to the next, almost like it outlined the surface. The wood looked very similar to the benches that we had seen earlier.

    I STOPPED DIGGING immediately. I’d seen enough to know that what may be further down was something that neither of us was qualified to deal with. With the videos & still shots we had taken, I believed we had enough proof to at the very least have someone be willing to review it. It certainly wouldn’t be ANY person in OR related to Marianna that’s for damn sure! I knew just the person to send it to…BUT before then, I was Hoping that I could edit out the curse words that were flying.

    AS BADLY AS I wanted to add those videos to this post, most will understand that I’m unable to do so at this time. Maybe at some point, I’ll be able to show the world & let everyone make their own determination as to what it looks like we found. For now, I’m only comfortable with posting a few of the pics & some still shots from our videos. Knowing that we had thoroughly documented the spot & the coordinates were marked gave me peace about moving on….

      WHAT HAPPENS AT BOOTHILL…GETS SHARED ON THE BLOG!

WE MOVED ON, closing the approximately 400 yards between us & Boothill. The distance wasn’t far but it took forever to get through the thick vines, bushes & trees. We were both pretty quiet for the rest of the walk. As we got closer, the hill got steeper & the space got tighter. A thin, silver cable ran from where we were standing, through the trees & up an even steeper hill. There was something up there but to get through the thick line of trees while trying to climb that hill would take a considerable amount of time…And as usual, we were almost out of it. I followed it as far as I could comfortably go, taking video & pics along the way.

    I THEN TURNED back around to follow the map again. Eventually we made it, at least according to the GPS although there was nothing really left to see. Everything that had once made up the only known burial ground at the Dozier school had been removed long ago. I take a tiny bit of comfort knowing that at least a few families finally got closure, however, I wanted so badly for ALL of the families to have their boys back. Standing on the hill, looking out over the campus, I wasn’t sure if that would ever happen & as a mom of a young boy, my heart ached.

    WE ONLY SPENT a short amount of time on Boothill before deciding to head back to the car. We could see people in the distance & hear the sound of the work trucks pulling in & the cars pulling out. This put E on edge but it didn’t really concern me as I knew we’d encounter somebody at some point…After all, it was a Monday afternoon. As we hiked off the hill & back through the woods, not one person paid us any mind. By the time we got back to the car, we were both frozen. The plan had been to head back through the gate & down to the other cottages (I had to see a dorm about a mirror!) that we explored on our last trip.

  UNTIL….

    ON A WING & A DARE!

THERE ARE A few things that Y’all should know about me:

  1) Don’t EVER tell me that I can’t do something because I will do it just to prove you wrong!

AND…

2) Don’t EVER dare me to do something because I will do it, NO matter how stupid it may be!

    THIS INCLUDES ANYTHING that can even be misconstrued as a dare…Which is actually closer to what happened. We were sitting in the car, heat blasting, when E said “I wished I wasn’t so freaked out because I would have loved to have gone down into that basement.” I whipped around to look at her & said “Basement? What Basement??” Remember that Freddy Kruger looking cellar that I’d mentioned earlier? Yeah well…

      CHALLENGE EXCEPTED BESTIE! I grabbed my backpack, flashlight & phone, bundled up & with the parting words “If I’m not back by dark, call somebody”, I set off to see about one old, creepy ass basement/cellar! I have to say that getting through the woods the second time wasn’t nearly as bad as the 1st. I now knew the best place to enter, the safe places to step & the fastest, most direct way to get to where I needed to be. Within a few minutes I was inside of the dorm; about a minute more & I was standing behind it. There was a small window like opening at ground level but tree limbs & more vines blocked my view. I had to crouch down to see inside & even then it was too dark to actually tell what was inside. I could hear water constantly dripping & every drop echoed.

    SINCE THE WINDOW was a no go, I decided to take a better look at the stairs. They looked like they were ALL in place, even covered with a ton of crap. Guess it was time to give it a go!

      TURNS OUT THE steps weren’t going to be the problem. I made it almost all the way down when I figured out where the dripping noise was coming from. At the bottom of the stairs, just at the entryway was about a foot of water & it didn’t stop there. If I stood on the slab of concrete the water would be slightly above my ankle…Not too much of a problem because my rain boots came up to mid-calf. I put one foot in the puddle & peered into the dark room.

    WHEN I REALIZED what I was seeing I literally rolled my eyes & said “Awe Shit!” A River Runs Through It was the understatement of the year! The River ran OVER it, filled it up & decided to build an island in the middle of it! Water was midway up the wall & spilling out to gather where I was currently standing. If I had to throw out a guess, there was possibly 3 OR 4 feet of water in that room & you could hear it sloshing around in there. Now I’m only 5’5″ & I suck at math so even 3 feet would equal HELL NO! I shined my flashlight inside but still could only see shadows. Nope, NOT doing it! I climbed back up & crouched down by the rusty railing to see if I could get a better view. It was slightly better…At least I could see enough to know that I’d made the right choice NOT going swimming in the indoor pool! I took some video & a few pics & made my way back to the car…

      ANOTHER WAY?

  REMEMBER THIS???

  YEP, I HAD FINALLY come back for it…The mirror, that is & hopefully NOT what I had captured in its reflection last time! As we pulled in front of the dorm that held it & got out, I glanced across the street at the South Campus. I could see so much of it now & was starting to get pissed at myself . I had now been here 6 times & still hadn’t found a way to get inside of that fence. I heard E say “If you want your mirror, we better get in there.” At that moment, I decided that it could wait. If we only had a few minutes left, they’d be better spent across the road, where the secrets stayed guarded under lock & key. We got back into the car & onto the main stretch of road that separated North from South. I probably should have just gone for the mirror…

      BEFORE I HAD the chance to think about it, E took a sharp left onto a rough clay road. It took me a 2nd before I realized what she was doing…She had figured out a back road that ran behind the school…OR possibly in front of it as I still didn’t know which side was which. We bumped along for a few minutes, seeing a handful of houses & more piles from the cleanup. Mostly it was just forest & fields on both sides of the road. I focused my attention on the left side, waiting to see if a clear sign of an unguarded entrance. Though we never saw a neon sign saying “ENTER HERE!” with an arrow pointing, a particular field caught my eye & I just knew that we had found another way. At this time the sun was setting so I don’t honestly know what I had expected. I’m pretty sure it involved parking on the side of the road & army crawling in the dusk like a pair of trespassing Ninjas. I watched it as we drove right on by. Guess we weren’t stopping.

    A HAIL MARY PLAY

WE HAD COME to the end of the road; Both figuratively & literally! We were now next to the school & would be passing it soon. The next stop would be the interstate to head home. Not knowing what else to do I blurted out “JUST PULL INTO THE GODDAMN GUARD SHACK!” She looked at me like I’d finally lost my mind but in her defense, she did it. Slowly creeping up to the guard’s booth, a uniformed man came out of the little office. I jumped out & started walking toward him. Pasting on my sweetest smile & adding a bit more “Southern Charm” to my voice, I walked right up to him. He was very friendly & polite as I told him what my request was. Unfortunately for me, he was NOT affiliated with the school in any way, he just worked for the security firm that was hired to keep me & everyone else out. I asked him who I could talk to & he pointed to a sign that was posted on the gate. It said “In Case Of Emergency Contact…” & it listed 2 faded names & numbers. The guard was nice enough to give me the names & numbers, adding that both women came by every day & we had just missed one of them by minutes. Well Shit! I thanked him for his time & turned to go BUT not before I attempted to pump him for info about things like the hours they worked & how often they had to patrol the property. The final words I said to him could have potentially been taken as a bit of a bribe. I, however, prefer to consider it a gesture of kindness from one person to another. I was only offering to bring the hard working man a coffee on a cold night but as it turns out he had given up coffee & booze years ago! Well wasn’t that just fabulous…

      CALLING THE GAME

BACK IN THE car I filled E in on what had happened & in one final attempt, I dialed the number of the DJJ contact that the guard had given me. It rang several times before a woman’s voice answered. I quickly explained what I wanted & in the bitchiest tone of voice she replied with “I’m sorry but we don’t allow people on the school property as it’s too much of a liability.” Another thing most people know about me is that I happen to speak “Bitch” very well. In fact, I’m fluent in it! So I responded with “Thank you, I guess I’ll be reaching out to my contacts that are higher up.” She didn’t give 2 shits & I could almost hear the paper that she was reading that official answer from.” The entire call was done within a minute OR less & I hung up wanting to karate chop the chick in the throat! At least I have the call recorded & apparently E decided to take video of both my interaction with the guard & the snotty DJJ troll guarding the Dozier “bridge.” With ALL options exhausted, there was nothing left to do but head home.

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INVESTIGATING DOZIER ~ Pt. 2: What Lies Beneath… November 26th, 2018 DAY 2 WE WOKE ON day two to gray skies, frigid temperatures & a wind that cut right through you!

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  MAY 2018

  ONLY MOMENTS AFTER squeezing out of the church we were back in the car, climbing the steep hill toward the 3 large, red brick buildings. As we came to a stop in front them I took a look around. Gone were the easy, worn grassy pathways that had made it easy to walk right up to each entrance just 2 months earlier. In their place was thick, invasive Kudzu. Anyone from the South is familiar with Kudzu. Green & leafy, it spreads like wild fire, smothering EVERYTHING in its path. NOTHING was safe from its wrath. The brick walls of the dorms & the little cottage, that I now believed to be the dining facility for the North Campus, weren’t any exception.

    OUT OF THE three, the middle building seemed like the best one to start with. I stood at the edge dreading the thought of having to take even one step into that green abyss!

        I RAN MY really awesome, extendable hot dog roaster through some of it just to see if anything jumped out & even though nothing attacked me, I still wasn’t convinced that imminent death wasn’t waiting underneath, so I did something even dumber…”Hey Google, Do Snakes Live In Kudzu?” I wasn’t ready for the answer I got!

    WELL ”F” YOU Google…You Shame Me! I stood there scowling, trying to work up the balls to just go. I even attempted to figure out how many times I would actually have to put either foot on the ground. If I just ran super fast I…E passed by me & was nearly to the front patio area by the time I even realized she was gone! I mean she almost danced through the crap…Show off! Well, here goes nothing! I booked it, not stopping for anything OR anyone & it went pretty good…Until the front of both feet connected with something solid, almost sending me sprawling flat on my face into the thick vines! Thank God I was able to catch my balance before I had a chance to hit the ground! WTF??? I stepped up on the invisible killer & looked down. A freaking tree trunk…REALLY? Where were you on that one my little Dancing Queen?? I was at least able to avoid having to step back into the death trap by jumping from my new platform to the concrete slab at the entrance.

    SO WE MADE it inside…ALIVE…FINALLY! I was already wishing we had more time but I knew the clock was ticking. The main area of the dorm building was exactly as I remembered it, dark, decayed & littered with the metal bunk beds & other furniture everywhere. The floor was wet & some of the beds were now flipped over on there sides. We didn’t have the early spring, late afternoon light giving the room the glow that it had back in that 1st weekend in March; The weather wasn’t going to grant us that. We would have to rely on our flashlights to light the way. At least they were decent flashlights!

        THE STAIRS TO NOWHERE

WE DID OUR usual routine without either of us having to even tell the other. I went one direction while E went another, every once in awhile one of us would call out “Hey, look at this!” OR “Did you see that?” but we mostly wandered around silently, with the sound of the water dripping onto the concrete floor, echoing through the room eerily. At one point I noticed E climbing a steep staircase on the opposite side of the room. WTH was that? I know it’s not saying much but I hadn’t noticed it the last time. I wandered over & looked up as she climbed to the top. And then I saw the whole picture. The steps were wedged between the outer brick wall of the dorm & an inner wall separating it from the room. As you looked up that inner wall, you could see 2 rectangular openings with rusted gratings in each. There was also a heavy metal door with a lock & another similar rusty grated “window” toward the top. E turned around & yelled from the top “There’s another room up here but you can’t get to it!” She came back down & headed out of the room, disappearing down the back hallway. Instead of following I made my way to the other side of the room & found a matching stairway. I had made it about half way up when she came back & her voice echoed through the room as she said “Do NOT try to go into that room!” I rolled my eyes at the fact that she knows me that well. I swear that she heard me because as I listened to her exiting the room again I heard her say “DON’T!” “It never crossed my mind” I mumbled. Well it didn’t…OK, it did but ONLY for a minute!

    WHAT I DID do was climb the steps to the top & pushed open the door, that was already ajar. Then kneeling on the stone steps, I leaned in as far as I could & snapped a few pics. Funny, I never really looked at them until I started writing this post. I also gave the room a good look just to see if there was even the slightest possibility of being able to get in there. It was just as messed up as everywhere else we’ve been! Maybe if I crawled & didn’t put my full body weight I could…Nope, NOT gonna try it! The last thing I needed was to fall through a rotting ceiling & land on the nasty concrete floor OR worse, having a metal bunk bed break my fall & impale me! I don’t know what would have been worse…Dying in that place due to stupidity OR having the Bestie stand over my bleeding body telling me what an idiot l am! I decided to forgo either scenario & turned to go back down the steps. And I don’t really care what was carved into that door at the top of the steps…Being up their & trying to climb back down those steep steps certainly did NOT kick ass!

  A Quick Peek…

  IT WAS ON the way back down that I looked out one of those rusty, grated windows & immediately regretted doing so. In my mind I saw a brief flash & instantly knew what they were. The Dozier guards would shut the heavy metal doors at the foot of the stairs & could stand at the top OR midway down, checking to make sure the boys were in bed without having to actually enter the room. In theory it makes perfect sense. Unfortunately, knowing what I know, that’s NOT the picture that I got in my mind. The flash I got as I snapped a pic, was of a wolf looking down on a flock of sheep, deciding which one he would prey upon. It made me nauseous & for the 1st time EVER I felt the need to get out of that stairway…FAST! How many boys had been snatched in the night by one of the wolves? How many were still out there, buried in an unmarked graves on Dozier land, waiting to be found…Waiting to go home.

    DURING THIS TRIP I had NO idea exactly how many boys were unaccounted for. Today as I write this I can say that there are close to 200…At least the ones tnat I know about! I’m not saying that this means every one of them are buried here BUT given the history I’ll leave everyone to draw their own conclusions.

  BUT WHERE ARE THE HEADSTONES?

WE LEFT THE 1st dorm but held off on going into the 2nd just to take a breather for a few minutes. We walked the dirt path, now entirely taken over by Kudzu, turning between the dorms & the dining hall. The woods were very thick in this area, so the possibility of hiking through would be slim to none, especially this late in the day. As we walked to where the path dead ended at yet another chain link fence, I looked to my left & said “If my research is accurate, Boothill Cemetery would be on the other side of those woods.” I was pretty sure of this BUT if Boothill sits inside of those woods, where did the grave markers go?

  Original Cement Crosses (circa 1961)

Original Crosses Found Discarded In Dozier Woods ~ 2009

Replacement Crosses (circa 1996)

1996 Crosses in 2013-14

  THIS WOULD BE yet another question that I worried about never really having a complete answer to. Though I’d eventually find a partial answer 6 months later….

      MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE…WAIT, IS THAT A BOY?

IT WAS STARTING to drizzle again & it was getting darker, so if we were going to get into that last dorm, we had to do it soon. We walked back & basically went through the same routine (minus the Google search!) & were soon standing inside. The set up was similar, although it had way less furniture. There were more beds, some flipped over on their sides. I started looking at the overturned beds & noticed several things about them…1) They each had a metal footlocker at the bottom & 2) There were numbered tags on each.

    THE TAGS WERE filthy, ripped & most were peeling off the metal around the edges. Almost all of them were legible, making it easy to snag a few. It took a minute to carefully pull each off but when I finally got each one, I held it flat in my hand. They felt the same way a wet sticker felt after you take it off your shirt & the adhesive side gets dirty. They were also extremely brittle, literally disintegrating in my hands! I quickly & gently placed them inside of a plastic bag, sealed it & put it inside of my backpack. I still have them, in their bag, to this day. I then went through the back door into a narrow hallway to search for the Bestie. It didn’t take long to find her; She was standing at one end of the hall looking into what I assumed was a closet. She quickly pointed out that it definitely was NOT just a closet. I walked over to see & it was clear why she was disturbed…The little “closet” was more like a solitary confinement room! Although it would barely be big enough for more than 1 person, it had a light fixture hanging from the ceiling & its most disturbing feature was that the “closet” had a lock on it…And it locked from the outside.

  A Closet OR Something More Sinister?

  THERE WAS NO end to the horror show that this place had to offer. There also seemed to be NO end to the building itself. Everywhere we turned, there was another room, hallway OR “closet” to look at. After heading around a corner, I landed myself inside of the dorm bathroom. Like the rest of the building, the walls of this area were brick. The floor was also filled with, thick, muddy water due to the roof that had collapsed in several areas. Thank God for rain boots because the sludge was almost ankle deep in spots! The 1st thing I saw were the filthy porcelain sinks. They were screwed into the brick wall, lined up in a row. I stood & faced them & then headed to my right where a brick wall divided the sinks from a row of toilets that were full of water & leaves. Above them the roof was gone with wood beams hanging.

    ON EITHER SIDE of the sinks were small brick enclosures with openings at the front. I stepped in not knowing what they were. Looking around there wasn’t anything really to look at. Other than the walls, there was nothing inside. I was stepping out & happened to glance up to check out the condition of the ceiling…that’s when I saw it; I should say “them” as there was more than one. They were shower heads coming out of the ceiling. Apparently I was standing inside of one of the group showers.

    I STEPPED OVER the lip of the shower & looking across the room I saw something that stood out as being oddly placed. It was a blue framed mirror attached to the wall but its positioning felt off. I stood in front of it & as I stared at my reflection I swear I felt movement behind me, it felt like a whisper but when I turned, I didn’t see anything. I decided to take a couple of pics of it & then turned to leave the area. But I couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that there was something about that mirror….

  “MY MIRROR”

  I WOULDN’T KNOW What that nagging feeling was until after we were home…As I took that pick of the mirror, apparently I was being watched by something that appeared to be a small boy. peaking out from around the brick shower wall. It was jarring to say the least.

  A Closer Look…

  WHAT I CAPTURED in that photo would be confirmed on a late summer day. You see, when comparing the boy from my pic to dozens of archive photos of the boys at Dozier, the general look of the boy I saw possibly matched the look of the boys serving sentences in the 50’s & 60’s. There are several names that came to mind but I’ll never be sure.

  A Possible Match??

  NOW HIS MESSAGE is a different story. I wholeheartedly believe that he was there to offer confirmation that there are still boys buried at the school but I think he was saying more than that; Just look at the position of the mirror in that bathroom & what you can easily see in its reflection…

  A Chilling Reality…

    NEWER DOES NOT EQUAL BETTER

OBVIOUSLY I HAD no idea of what I had caught on film at the time, so I decided to use the few remaining minutes we had to see what was further back in the building. On my way, I met up with E who was starting to feel uneasy. To be honest, she had made it very clear from our 1st step inside that she didn’t like this building. Now that twilight Was upon us, she just wanted to get the Hell out of there. I told her that I was heading toward the back of the building to look at the last of the rooms. She, however, would NOT be going with me & said as much as she started back toward the front. It was really dark & of course my phone was dying rapidly. It only took me a minute to reach the final room (At least that I know of!) & in that minute it became cave like….Dark, damp & musty. The door to the room was missing from the frame, propped up against a wall inside the room. The only sound that could be heard was the constant dripping of water echoing throughout the dorm. The room looked like another sleeping area as there were a number of beds crowding the space. Up against the far wall I could see what looked like lockers OR storage for personal items.

    THE ODD THING was that even though the room itself was utter chaos, a majority of the stuff in it was in decent shape. Maybe being tucked away in the back of the building had offered enough protection from the elements but seeing the posters for more “current” bands like Metallica made it just as likely that this particular area hadn’t been used for as long as the others. Either way it didn’t really matter as it still had the markings of the children who had once been there.

    IN THE END there was just way too much stuff strewn around the room for me to go inside, especially with it being so dark. Before heading back to the front, I stood in the doorway & used what little battery power to snap a few pics.

    I WASN’T ABLE to use the flash so while you can make out a majority of the items inside, the quality isn’t great. I’m not too disappointed though because at least I got something!

      IT AIN’T A PARTY TIL SOMEONE FREAKS OUT!!

FEELING MORE ACCOMPLISHED than I had ever imagined I would, I made my way to where we had started from & E was still inside looking around although she was definitely looking more & more unsettled by the minute. Since we had pretty much reached the end of the road for this trip, I was lingering, trying to take everything I could in & make sure that I didn’t miss ANYTHING! It was then that I realized how quiet it had gotten. Even the dripping had ceased. I had just turned to ask E if she noticed the sudden lack of sound & that’s when it happened…3 loud banging noises, almost like knocks, echoed through the building! It was so loud that I swear you could feel the floor vibrate & see the walls shake! Before the banging stop we both looked at each other & I just yelled one word…”GO!!!” We both took off running, not caring about having to get through the Kudzu & NOT taking even a millisecond to look back. We didn’t glance at the building we’d just hauled ass out of until we were back at the car. We were out of breath & unfortunately out of time…But E did manage to hang on to another school brick during our escape!

  Bye Felicia!

I Guess I Took A “Running For My Life” Selfie!

  I WASN’T SURE what E thought the banging was from but I had actually thought the building was coming down…That’s how loud it was! When we did give the dorm another look, it appeared in one piece, standing silently in the evening light. I was sad & didn’t want to say goodbye again…With every visit, I had to prepare myself for the reality that it could be the last time I’d be able to stand on the campus, explore its buildings & still find evidence of what had been preserved inside the crumbling walls.

    AS WE PULLED away that Sunday, at the end of May, I had NO idea what was to come & NO clue just how close we’d be to losing everything….

  View Of The South Campus…

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HEADING BACK TO DOZIER ~ Conclusion: The Boy In The Mirror MAY 2018 ONLY MOMENTS AFTER squeezing out of the church we were back in the car, climbing the steep hill toward the 3 large, red brick buildings.