#theghostofroseville-thelegend

[c0d3-v]

"You are so lucky that this evil sky thing doesn't let me have a gun." Her response gruff and fast, followed by a grumpy glare as she was lounging lazily on the floor, back resting against the wall.

"Professional killer, huh? You're only saying that cause you're paid to make innocent people suffer. You really enjoy that, huh? Well, I guess the most professional thing about you may be the gloves, but I doubt you will wash them regularly. Don't wanna know how many germs hog in there."

Jill has always been a rather unfriendly and suspicious woman, but ever since she was trapped in the fog, her attitude increases with each trial she goes through. She will help other survivors with vigor but then faces killers with hot-headed rage.

As she sits, she grabs the can of energy she managed to pull from the vending machine on RPD and opens it, taking sip as she still glares at the killer.

"How many shelves can I drop on your head until you stop sniffing after me? Seriously, don't stare at a lady from behind like that!" - Valentine @c0d3-v

“I’m a man that can withstand a thousand shelves”

He says proudly. He has been bonked, hit, scratched, banged by a lot of stuff. Usually lamps and pots. Sometimes pots filled with water. He’s proud to say he can handle anything! Even shelves. Probably. He’s never gotten a shelf thrown on him.

“Also I don’t sniff, sweetheart.”

He puts his hands on his hips, sassily.

“I stalk. Sniffing is for creeps. I’m not a creep, I’m a professional Killer.”

He rolls his eyes under his mask and huffs

[thelegionsden]

"Aw, what's the matter? Shocked I could pull it off? Don't be so shocked, your "advice" went a long way in helping me. You must be so proud."

Frank said with a sarcastic teenage wit. He was thoroughly enjoying getting under Ghostface's skin. The high of his previous victories was intoxicating, and he intended to make the masked asshat know just how it felt to be brought down a peg.

"Hey, Ghostface! Guess who just got 2 total party kills in a row? I guess the Legion is up to snuff after all."

"Alright, nice job babe! The survivors must've been quaking in their boots. I wish we could hunt em together... the kills we could pull off."

@thelegionsden

He huffs and shrugs, I mean…baby steps. Baby steps. He could totally do better, I mean..he’s the Ghostface. The Danny Johnson. But whatever. They’re just kids, baby steps..

“Uh….good job.”

He leans back and crosses his arms. Should he like..hug them? Congratulate them? He stares and blinks for a few seconds.

“Congratulations?”

He mutters and nods, not really knowing what to do or say.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

He stares at her, unamused. He thinks he can take a bullet. But this girl was getting on his nerves. He has good hygiene! Well..before the fog, they don’t have any showers here. And he won’t risk showering in the lake, he has shame.

“Mind you, I kill for my amusement and my stories. Nobody pays me, honey.”

He starts and then stops for a second, he crosses his arms and leans back.

“Also I have good hygiene! My gloves get washed in the lake every three kills.”

That’s a lie, but he does wash them. The blood starts layering up and makes it hard for him to move, which makes him uncomfortable and annoyed. So he does wash them. He stares at her drink, he’s gonna do something petty.

He smacks the drink out of her hand, cause..she pissed him off and he also wants a drink. So either we both have drinks or none of us do

"How many shelves can I drop on your head until you stop sniffing after me? Seriously, don't stare at a lady from behind like that!" - Valentine @c0d3-v

“I’m a man that can withstand a thousand shelves”

He says proudly. He has been bonked, hit, scratched, banged by a lot of stuff. Usually lamps and pots. Sometimes pots filled with water. He’s proud to say he can handle anything! Even shelves. Probably. He’s never gotten a shelf thrown on him.

“Also I don’t sniff, sweetheart.”

He puts his hands on his hips, sassily.

“I stalk. Sniffing is for creeps. I’m not a creep, I’m a professional Killer.”

He rolls his eyes under his mask and huffs

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

“Hah, I’m not shocked.

He leans closer, his arms still crossed. He flicks Frank’s mask.

“More like..disappointed.”

He whispers, putting on a fake sad voice. He tilts his head to the side, the screaming mask taking on a mocking air. He leans even closer and bends down, so he and Frank can be eye to eye.

“Come on, Frankie. Only two total parties? I thought you were supposed to be better than me.”

He nods slowly, making sure Frank knows that he pities him.

"Hey, Ghostface! Guess who just got 2 total party kills in a row? I guess the Legion is up to snuff after all."

"Alright, nice job babe! The survivors must've been quaking in their boots. I wish we could hunt em together... the kills we could pull off."

@thelegionsden

He huffs and shrugs, I mean…baby steps. Baby steps. He could totally do better, I mean..he’s the Ghostface. The Danny Johnson. But whatever. They’re just kids, baby steps..

“Uh….good job.”

He leans back and crosses his arms. Should he like..hug them? Congratulate them? He stares and blinks for a few seconds.

“Congratulations?”

He mutters and nods, not really knowing what to do or say.

[c0d3-v]

Her drink tumbles loudly to the ground, spilling as it rolls towards the killer as the liquid spills loudly sizzling onto the floor. Jill hisses in annoyance and moves up to avoid getting sticky sugary stains. "Hey, what the fuck?! That was a good drink! Now the floor will smell. God damn rude, that's what you are." She berates him, glaring at him.

Yeah, maybe she had that coming for mocking the Ghostface like that.

Her hand twitches and her gaze fidgets between him and the can. She picks the can up to place it upright and stop the liquid from spilling out. Then she crosses her arms herself, mirroring his earlier posture.

"So now what? I can't be mad at you for making me suffer? Is that why you act up? Listen, I will never get the enjoyment killing shit. But if you're grumpy at my drink, we're gonna deal with this differently."

Jill grumbles and steps ahead, dragging herself from the wall to head back to the flickering vending machine. With a frustrated sigh, she leers inside, then turns at the killer. Her head nods towards the machine. "Can you be a nice guy and help me with this thing? Im sure you're strong enough to break the glass. I'll usually try and lock-pick the lock for the door, but that takes a while." Her question is asked with a neutral tone, yet not hostile for once. The survivor is even stepping back a little bit to make room for the masked slasher.

"How many shelves can I drop on your head until you stop sniffing after me? Seriously, don't stare at a lady from behind like that!" - Valentine @c0d3-v

“I’m a man that can withstand a thousand shelves”

He says proudly. He has been bonked, hit, scratched, banged by a lot of stuff. Usually lamps and pots. Sometimes pots filled with water. He’s proud to say he can handle anything! Even shelves. Probably. He’s never gotten a shelf thrown on him.

“Also I don’t sniff, sweetheart.”

He puts his hands on his hips, sassily.

“I stalk. Sniffing is for creeps. I’m not a creep, I’m a professional Killer.”

He rolls his eyes under his mask and huffs

[c0d3-v]

Well, she does notice the bit of skin exposed under the mask but Jill does understand the concept of a mask. She did not expect him to drink through the mask so of course he had to lift it. Not the ahe minded.

The survivor opens the can with one hand before taking slow but nice sips, smiling and humming as she tastes the soda. Taking a break, she wipes her mouth with her sleeved arm and blinks at the killer in front of her.

"Doesn't it get hot and all under that mask? Not that I cared, I just remember wearing masks and helmets in military training, and I hated any bad air circulation." Valentine asks, more curious than anything.

It was weird how she could go from absolutely pissed to quite nice and talkative in a short time. She just didn't know if she had to distract now or if the Ghostface would simply leave her alone after this encounter without her having to worry about getting stabbed.

"How many shelves can I drop on your head until you stop sniffing after me? Seriously, don't stare at a lady from behind like that!" - Valentine @c0d3-v

“I’m a man that can withstand a thousand shelves”

He says proudly. He has been bonked, hit, scratched, banged by a lot of stuff. Usually lamps and pots. Sometimes pots filled with water. He’s proud to say he can handle anything! Even shelves. Probably. He’s never gotten a shelf thrown on him.

“Also I don’t sniff, sweetheart.”

He puts his hands on his hips, sassily.

“I stalk. Sniffing is for creeps. I’m not a creep, I’m a professional Killer.”

He rolls his eyes under his mask and huffs

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

Danny sips his drink for a while, wipes his mouth, and then looks at her. The question…he gets asked that a lot…mostly by non masked killers. It’s not a question that offends him.

“Well, you get used to it.”

He hums, his voice clearer without the mask and the voice changer. He throws his empty can in a random direction, not caring since it’s the entity’s realm.

“I wear a mask all day..and I remove it when I know there’s no more trials left…and then I get comfy around the camp fire.”

He smirks. He knows Valentine isn’t weak—hell, he’s killed her multiple times before, and she always put up a great fight. He knows he can kill her again. But he chooses not to, she’s entertaining him.

"How many shelves can I drop on your head until you stop sniffing after me? Seriously, don't stare at a lady from behind like that!" - Valentine @c0d3-v

“I’m a man that can withstand a thousand shelves”

He says proudly. He has been bonked, hit, scratched, banged by a lot of stuff. Usually lamps and pots. Sometimes pots filled with water. He’s proud to say he can handle anything! Even shelves. Probably. He’s never gotten a shelf thrown on him.

“Also I don’t sniff, sweetheart.”

He puts his hands on his hips, sassily.

“I stalk. Sniffing is for creeps. I’m not a creep, I’m a professional Killer.”

He rolls his eyes under his mask and huffs

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

He thinks he can break the glass with his knife, he doesn’t want to look like an idiot if he charges at it and it doesn’t break.

He walks over and unsheathes his knife, he makes sure there’s a bit of space so he can get more force..and he stabs the glass, shattering it. Since he’s wearing gloves, he isn’t bothered by the glass. He puts his hand through and grabs two drinks. He throws her one.

“Cheers, princess”

He pops open his soda and uncovers his mouth. He gulps down the soda, not waiting for her. He doesn’t know if this her first time seeing half his face or not, not like he cares.

"How many shelves can I drop on your head until you stop sniffing after me? Seriously, don't stare at a lady from behind like that!" - Valentine @c0d3-v

“I’m a man that can withstand a thousand shelves”

He says proudly. He has been bonked, hit, scratched, banged by a lot of stuff. Usually lamps and pots. Sometimes pots filled with water. He’s proud to say he can handle anything! Even shelves. Probably. He’s never gotten a shelf thrown on him.

“Also I don’t sniff, sweetheart.”

He puts his hands on his hips, sassily.

“I stalk. Sniffing is for creeps. I’m not a creep, I’m a professional Killer.”

He rolls his eyes under his mask and huffs

[thelegionsden]

"Sit on a dick asshat. Frank managed to take down one of those survivor groups who pour all their shit into doing generators. Joey calls em' "SWF" teams. Survivors are a pain in the ass to deal with when they pull shit like that."

"I had to admit, they had me a couple of times, but I caught on to their bullshit pretty quick. I'd love to hear how well you go up against these "SWF" teams, I bet all the sneaking around works really well when you're on the clock."

"Hey, Ghostface! Guess who just got 2 total party kills in a row? I guess the Legion is up to snuff after all."

"Alright, nice job babe! The survivors must've been quaking in their boots. I wish we could hunt em together... the kills we could pull off."

@thelegionsden

He huffs and shrugs, I mean…baby steps. Baby steps. He could totally do better, I mean..he’s the Ghostface. The Danny Johnson. But whatever. They’re just kids, baby steps..

“Uh….good job.”

He leans back and crosses his arms. Should he like..hug them? Congratulate them? He stares and blinks for a few seconds.

“Congratulations?”

He mutters and nods, not really knowing what to do or say.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

“‘Sit on a dick’..I already-…you don’t need to know that”

He mutters under his breath, slightly pissed. He almost over shared. He stiffens and looks to the side.

“Haven’t really seen an “SWF” team, but I don’t think they’d be hard to handle.”

He shrugs and kicks a stone. Maybe Amanda knows, she can tell him..later.

“Don’t think they’ll be hard to beat, though”

Ah yes, Danny and his overconfidence and big ego. I wonder how nobody is able to crush his ego.

"Hey, Ghostface! Guess who just got 2 total party kills in a row? I guess the Legion is up to snuff after all."

"Alright, nice job babe! The survivors must've been quaking in their boots. I wish we could hunt em together... the kills we could pull off."

@thelegionsden

He huffs and shrugs, I mean…baby steps. Baby steps. He could totally do better, I mean..he’s the Ghostface. The Danny Johnson. But whatever. They’re just kids, baby steps..

“Uh….good job.”

He leans back and crosses his arms. Should he like..hug them? Congratulate them? He stares and blinks for a few seconds.

“Congratulations?”

He mutters and nods, not really knowing what to do or say.

[thelegionsden]

"Not yet, but guess what, Ghostface. We're getting there faster than you thought, and it won't be long till the Legion becomes just as feared you. Being seeing you."

Frank and Julie walk away, leaving Ghostface to stew in his embarrassment.

"Hey, Ghostface! Guess who just got 2 total party kills in a row? I guess the Legion is up to snuff after all."

"Alright, nice job babe! The survivors must've been quaking in their boots. I wish we could hunt em together... the kills we could pull off."

@thelegionsden

He huffs and shrugs, I mean…baby steps. Baby steps. He could totally do better, I mean..he’s the Ghostface. The Danny Johnson. But whatever. They’re just kids, baby steps..

“Uh….good job.”

He leans back and crosses his arms. Should he like..hug them? Congratulate them? He stares and blinks for a few seconds.

“Congratulations?”

He mutters and nods, not really knowing what to do or say.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

He glares, not appreciating this at all. He huffs and tries to say something but shuts up.

“I have Amanda. Also I don’t need any help!”

He mutters then snaps. He crosses his arms and lifts his nose up.

“You don’t know the first thing about being a good stalker and being actually feared”

"Hey, Ghostface! Guess who just got 2 total party kills in a row? I guess the Legion is up to snuff after all."

"Alright, nice job babe! The survivors must've been quaking in their boots. I wish we could hunt em together... the kills we could pull off."

@thelegionsden

He huffs and shrugs, I mean…baby steps. Baby steps. He could totally do better, I mean..he’s the Ghostface. The Danny Johnson. But whatever. They’re just kids, baby steps..

“Uh….good job.”

He leans back and crosses his arms. Should he like..hug them? Congratulate them? He stares and blinks for a few seconds.

“Congratulations?”

He mutters and nods, not really knowing what to do or say.

[thelegionsden]

"Aw what's the matter, afraid to come outta the closet? Lord knows you spend all your time in their, stalkin' your victims."

Frank lets out a curt, satisfied laugh. The more ammo he had on Ghostface, the better.

"I'd love to see how you handle a SWF team, Ghostface. Maybe I can give you a few pointers if you struggle. Just between us Killers."

"Hey, Ghostface! Guess who just got 2 total party kills in a row? I guess the Legion is up to snuff after all."

"Alright, nice job babe! The survivors must've been quaking in their boots. I wish we could hunt em together... the kills we could pull off."

@thelegionsden

He huffs and shrugs, I mean…baby steps. Baby steps. He could totally do better, I mean..he’s the Ghostface. The Danny Johnson. But whatever. They’re just kids, baby steps..

“Uh….good job.”

He leans back and crosses his arms. Should he like..hug them? Congratulate them? He stares and blinks for a few seconds.

“Congratulations?”

He mutters and nods, not really knowing what to do or say.