#lncarnon | julie

[creatureshrieks]

she sits down against him, head upon frank's shoulder on a couch before the roaring fireplace. the quiet within the resort when the wind was not howling might seem peaceful, to her at least. but peace was anything other than what she had searched him out for. besides enjoying her boyfriend's company and that alone, something stirs within her mind. breathing a sigh though her nose, julie peers over to the eldest of the legion. 'have you seen joey, lately? in the trials i mean. he's hesitating.'

@lncarnon || Frank & Julie || unprompted.

Those outside the Legion might wonder what exactly it is the bunch of murderous teens got up to. Did they find other things to slaughter? Did they revel in destruction? Did they hunt out victims and fellow killers alike to torment them, make themselves a menace to all that saw their masked visage? Sometimes, sure, but most of the time they found respite in their little piece of Ormond, a shithole carved out in a bigger fucking shithole. Frank stares at the fire, the calmest one might ever find him, though calmness often gave way swiftly to boredom. Eventually he'd get restless, eventually he'd want to head out and search for something to do if the Entity didn't give him something. Julie's voice, however, immediately calls his attention.

It's a pause before he answers. He sucks on his teeth. He doesn't turn his head away from the flames.

" That so. "

Problems. Always fucking problems. He knew the other two in their group didn't exactly sign up for this shit, knew they still wanted to play at the fucking kiddie table, but this was the big leagues now. If they weren't pulling their weight, whole damn operation would fall the fuck apart. And god knew what would happen then.

" What's he hesitating about. Chasing? Following orders? Or is he getting too scared to stab 'em where it counts? "

[evilstalks]

Affection and care are not emotions that come naturally to the Boogeyman. The last time he received any sort of kindness was when he was six, the night before he killed his sister. His mother had tucked him into bed and kissed his forehead goodnight. What he shares with Julie is not similar to what he shared with his mother, though. It is a different kind of intimacy, one with blood and hunger and aggression because they are both violent people. Still, just because Michael enjoys hurting her, does not mean he wants to see others hurt her. Especially not the survivors, who somehow managed to get the upper hand against Julie during the last trial. He is coming to see her in Ormond when he sees blood dripping from below her mask and an awkward limp on her foot.

He ensures none of the other Legion members are around before he follows her up to her room, gently tapping his knuckles against the wooden door before stepping in. Being in this place for so long has taught him how to tend to wounds. He's only done it to himself, but he imagines it can't be that different with another party. @lncarnon

[stingslikeabee]

what part of the haunted house are you?

the living room Something close to dread follows you, even though you can smile in its face and have everyone believe you. You’ve been cheated and lied to and yet you’re still the hearth at the centre of this house; the constant, unequivocal warmth that emanates in snowy December or sunny July. You’re burning you’re burning you burn for everyone all the time. You’re going to catch fire one of these days, and when you do, you will smile in its face.

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[creatureshrieks]

That shit won't fly.

Not because Frank had their reputation in mind and Joey was severely fucking damaging it - what the fuck would other killers in this place thing if word got out one of their own was a fucking coward? Would anyone give a shit about them? The survivors, they'd learn who it was chasing them down and they'd think they'd have it on fucking easy street because some fucking idiot decided he was getting a little too tired of swinging his knife. His free arm was resting along the back of the couch. His fingers begin to squeeze the threadbare cushioning. He's thinking. He's frustrated. His eyes narrow in displeasure.

" Next trial. We're gonna go about it like normal. Gonna go all our separate ways, but I'll loop around. Keep an eye on Joey. "

He trusted Julie entirely, but this wasn't about verify her claims. This was about catching him in the act. If he caught him in the act, fucker wouldn't be able to lie through his teeth and make up some bullshit excuse. No, he'd catch him red handed.

" You go about it like normal. Don't want him thinking anything is different, got it? I'll deal with him. "

His tone sounded dark, cold, though after a few moments he turns his head to look at Julie. For a moment, he softens. " I don't want anything happening to what we got going here. "

It didn't like to be displeased. As the leader of their group, it was his responsibility to keep them in her favor.

His voice is level but she knows better, knows there's a thing in his head that would bite and snap at anyone who stepped out of line. It was terrifying to see. Yet, ultimately entirely necessary sometimes. She's not wished any ill will upon Joey but if anyone was going to convince him that the idiots they chased around needed to die, if not for fun but their own survival, it would be Frank.

She's already tried. Julie's caught Joey mere feet away from their prey and doing nothing more than watching. Found him with a poor bastard closed up in a locker and allowed them to scamper away. The last time had nearly cost them the trial.

Joey had been motionless as a survivor shouldered past him, running desperately away from her knife, through the waiting maw of an open gate. If she had been any slower they would have left. Julie can see it behind her eyes, her own anger, grabbing her fellow Legion by the front of his hoodie and yelling at him. It's just a game, they can die and it doesn't matter, there's no family to mourn them or friends to miss them.

"All of it," she answers finally. "He has been staying away from you but I keep finding him.. not doing anything. Like he forgot these idiots don't matter, that he can knock 'em down and they'll wake up later all fine." Physically fine, at least.

"I can't get through to him." I can't be the bad guy, not to Joey. "You might be able to."