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hardlydead) wrote2021-11-01 05:44 am
hardlydead) wrote2021-11-01 05:44 am
[ he just doesn't think he's ever going to be comfortable enough to clean his ass around evan, okay. ]
[ cleaning up at all isn't on his mind just yet anyway. when evan moves away, david leans back on an elbow, drags a hand over his face, through his hair. almost laughs when he looks down at himself — shirt bunched up under his armpits, the weight of his jeans hanging off one leg, the mess on his stomach, or rather most of it unhelpfully pooled at his crotch. he looks a state. ]
Haven't got a towel or anythin', have you?
[ he hasn't noticed the bucket and therefore isn't expecting anything at all, but he'd love to feel at least 10% less gross and sticky before he leaves. ]
[ cleaning up at all isn't on his mind just yet anyway. when evan moves away, david leans back on an elbow, drags a hand over his face, through his hair. almost laughs when he looks down at himself — shirt bunched up under his armpits, the weight of his jeans hanging off one leg, the mess on his stomach, or rather most of it unhelpfully pooled at his crotch. he looks a state. ]
Haven't got a towel or anythin', have you?
[ he hasn't noticed the bucket and therefore isn't expecting anything at all, but he'd love to feel at least 10% less gross and sticky before he leaves. ]
[ evan glances at david, but the only change in his expression is a raised eyebrow. usually people are a mess after him. he's a mess, slightly less for the most part.
still. instead of leaving david to his own devices, or maybe just kicking him out - funny as that might be - he heads over to the bucket and pulls out the rag. it's damp, and cold, but it'll do the job. he tosses it over and goes to find his mask, giving david the illusion of a few seconds of privacy while he's in the heart of a serial killer's domain.
some of the territories have running water. it's a luxury evan's not granted. almost unfair, when he thinks about it, but then again, he gets other kinds of leeway. he finds the mask, fits it back on, rolls his shoulders to get a little tension out of them and then picks up the bucket to move it closer to david, so he can drop the rag in it when he's done. ]
still. instead of leaving david to his own devices, or maybe just kicking him out - funny as that might be - he heads over to the bucket and pulls out the rag. it's damp, and cold, but it'll do the job. he tosses it over and goes to find his mask, giving david the illusion of a few seconds of privacy while he's in the heart of a serial killer's domain.
some of the territories have running water. it's a luxury evan's not granted. almost unfair, when he thinks about it, but then again, he gets other kinds of leeway. he finds the mask, fits it back on, rolls his shoulders to get a little tension out of them and then picks up the bucket to move it closer to david, so he can drop the rag in it when he's done. ]
[ if david's good at anything, it's compartmentalising. does it mean he has tons of unresolved shit because he just boxed it up and put it away? maybe. but it also means he gets back to baseline pretty fast once a situation's done with. some people might call that "unhealthy" and "slightly concerning", david prefers to think of it as being adaptable. always ready for whatever bullshit gets tossed his way next. ]
[ he takes the rag, it's not far off what he's used to these days anyway (though he is in no way adverse to sneaking into a realm to shower,) and wipes up as best he can. just so he feels a little less gross at least, fuck knows if he'll get a chance to clean up properly before he's sucked into a trial, and then it won't matter anyway. ]
[ once that's sorted he tosses the rag in the bucket, fixes his shirt, and carefully slips off the table to pull up his pants. (ignoring the ache and the way his legs feel just a bit uncertain still.) or rather, he pulls off his boot with an annoyed huff and drops it next to him on the workbench when he can't just shove it through the leg of his pants, then he pulls them up. ]
[ he takes the rag, it's not far off what he's used to these days anyway (though he is in no way adverse to sneaking into a realm to shower,) and wipes up as best he can. just so he feels a little less gross at least, fuck knows if he'll get a chance to clean up properly before he's sucked into a trial, and then it won't matter anyway. ]
[ once that's sorted he tosses the rag in the bucket, fixes his shirt, and carefully slips off the table to pull up his pants. (ignoring the ache and the way his legs feel just a bit uncertain still.) or rather, he pulls off his boot with an annoyed huff and drops it next to him on the workbench when he can't just shove it through the leg of his pants, then he pulls them up. ]
[ for evan, getting back to baseline is easy enough - he's got a voice in the back of his head all the time, making demands he can't ignore, and there's the entity in there, too. he knows there's only so much time to ... wind down, he supposes might be the right way to phrase it, before he's expected to kill again. which is fine. he's used to it by now.
he half-watches david pull himself back together and smirks, just a little, under the mask. ]
Woulda been easier my way.
[ logistics during aside. ]
he half-watches david pull himself back together and smirks, just a little, under the mask. ]
Woulda been easier my way.
[ logistics during aside. ]
[ he could swear he can hear the smirk and looks up at evan, unamused. gives him the same tired look one might at a friend making an entirely expected and obnoxious joke at their expense. he contemplates telling evan he's a pain in the ass, but the look probably conveys that well enough. plus he's not about to give him that one for free. ]
[ david grabs his boot and pulls it on, gets down on a knee to fix the laces, ignoring the fatigue starting to creep up on him. it can wait until he gets back. ]
... Do you sleep? Like, at all?
[ the question probably seems a little sudden, out of nowhere, but it's just a funny thought that occurs to him, thinking about how nice a nap sounds right about now. do any of the killers sleep? sure nobody really needs to as far as he knows, but it's a luxury the entity hasn't taken yet. and the mental image is kind of funny, killers cosied up in bed under a duvet. ]
[ david grabs his boot and pulls it on, gets down on a knee to fix the laces, ignoring the fatigue starting to creep up on him. it can wait until he gets back. ]
... Do you sleep? Like, at all?
[ the question probably seems a little sudden, out of nowhere, but it's just a funny thought that occurs to him, thinking about how nice a nap sounds right about now. do any of the killers sleep? sure nobody really needs to as far as he knows, but it's a luxury the entity hasn't taken yet. and the mental image is kind of funny, killers cosied up in bed under a duvet. ]
[ no response - probably for the best, he figures - but before he can get back to whatever the next problem is to clean up, david asks him a question.
maybe not that strange, considering, but it's a little surprising coming from someone who's been here this long. sleep isn't really a requirement here, and all the survivors know that. but the urge to do so still lingers. exhaustion still exists. sometimes it gets too strong to resist, although sleep is still probably the wrong word. passing out is more the norm. ]
Not really.
[ it's the basic truth, and not much of an answer. for once, he elaborates. ]
No point. Got a lot to do, all the time. But when shit goes to hell, sometimes it helps out.
[ no explanation on what shit going to tell might entail, but it's from his perspective. generally, the entity's involved. ]
maybe not that strange, considering, but it's a little surprising coming from someone who's been here this long. sleep isn't really a requirement here, and all the survivors know that. but the urge to do so still lingers. exhaustion still exists. sometimes it gets too strong to resist, although sleep is still probably the wrong word. passing out is more the norm. ]
Not really.
[ it's the basic truth, and not much of an answer. for once, he elaborates. ]
No point. Got a lot to do, all the time. But when shit goes to hell, sometimes it helps out.
[ no explanation on what shit going to tell might entail, but it's from his perspective. generally, the entity's involved. ]
[ that makes sense. probably. he thinks evan's way too high strung about defending his territory, but it's not like he doesn't get it. even without the fucking ego, it's his right. all he's got and all he's ever gonna fucking get. doesn't mean david's going to stop thinking he should ease up a bit though, or stop stealing from him. ]
[ david stands once he's done his boot up, gives evan a curious look. ]
When shit goes to hell?
[ david stands once he's done his boot up, gives evan a curious look. ]
When shit goes to hell?
[ evan picks up his cleaver, and then david asks a followup question; he pauses and looks at him, back to being the monster that haunts the collapsing mine and abandoned macmillan estate. he considers whether that's a question he wants to answer.
it isn't, really, but survivors have imaginations. the simplest explanation is probably enough to stop this line of questioning in its tracks. ]
When you get everyone out and follow 'em before I find you.
it isn't, really, but survivors have imaginations. the simplest explanation is probably enough to stop this line of questioning in its tracks. ]
When you get everyone out and follow 'em before I find you.
[ david can follow that one to its logical conclusion. entity's gotta get its pound of flesh from somewhere, killers have gotta feed it somehow. it's the kind of thing that everyone knows once they've been here a while, (some killers are pretty forthcoming about it,) but it never occurred to david that it'd take its toll. ]
[ he's curious, it's obvious in the look he gives, it's not like he knows what it's like — he's fucking dead when it takes what it wants from him — but he doesn't think he wants to stoke evan's temper like that right now. ]
Can't picture it. [ he shakes his head, turns to pick up his jacket off the bench he threw it on. ] You sleeping. D'you get all cosied up? Fluffy blanket and a pair of PJs?
[ maybe he's fine with stoking evan's temper a little. ]
[ he's curious, it's obvious in the look he gives, it's not like he knows what it's like — he's fucking dead when it takes what it wants from him — but he doesn't think he wants to stoke evan's temper like that right now. ]
Can't picture it. [ he shakes his head, turns to pick up his jacket off the bench he threw it on. ] You sleeping. D'you get all cosied up? Fluffy blanket and a pair of PJs?
[ maybe he's fine with stoking evan's temper a little. ]
[ the followup isn't mockery and therefore not exactly what he expected, but it still makes him grimace. if it wasn't for the residual satisfaction clinging to him, he might have run david out for that. ]
Come around often enough and you might find out.
[ there's a few other rooms off the workshop, ones that really shouldn't be there but the entity saw fit to drop in for him ages ago, that survivors generally don't know about. there's nothing in them to steal, so no reason to try and break in, but if he needs to sleep, that's where he goes.
evan hangs up the cleaver in its place by the door and opens the front of the furnace to stoke the coals. the rush of heat and light casts a fresh illumination in the room, and sends a little cloud of smoke and coal sparks up. most of them die in the air; a few land on him, and make no difference to the burns on him whatsoever. ]
Come around often enough and you might find out.
[ there's a few other rooms off the workshop, ones that really shouldn't be there but the entity saw fit to drop in for him ages ago, that survivors generally don't know about. there's nothing in them to steal, so no reason to try and break in, but if he needs to sleep, that's where he goes.
evan hangs up the cleaver in its place by the door and opens the front of the furnace to stoke the coals. the rush of heat and light casts a fresh illumination in the room, and sends a little cloud of smoke and coal sparks up. most of them die in the air; a few land on him, and make no difference to the burns on him whatsoever. ]
[ david snorts, still picturing evan in a set of comfy pyjamas — little sleep mask and all — and slips into his jacket. ]
Maybe I will.
[ this is so stupid. he zips up his jacket, all the way so it covers his neck, and tucks his chin under the collar for good measure like he would somewhere cold. watches evan at the furnace, the way the sparks die on his skin and he doesn't even flinch. ]
Solve the mystery and all.
Maybe I will.
[ this is so stupid. he zips up his jacket, all the way so it covers his neck, and tucks his chin under the collar for good measure like he would somewhere cold. watches evan at the furnace, the way the sparks die on his skin and he doesn't even flinch. ]
Solve the mystery and all.
[ it being a mystery seems ridiculous, but some survivors are fascinated by the idea of the killers doing 'normal' things. anything to rationalize that this isn't just another form of hell, maybe.
he can just about see david pulling the jacket on and zipping it up high enough to hide the bites, and smirks a little again. it's not an insult to him. he knows most of them don't want the others knowing exactly what they get up to out here. them having to hide it is another little point of pride he probably shouldn't be taking, but he does. even the complaints are something to get smug about, although as yet david hasn't complained.
considering how much he seems to like getting bitten, he's probably never going to, evan considers. ]
You're gonna be disappointed.
[ he shuts the grate on the furnace and pulls a twisted, broken trap out of a crate nearby. when they get mangled like this, he just melts them down and remakes them. he's not in the mood to go hunt down trespassers right now. a little too satisfied to bother with it. ]
he can just about see david pulling the jacket on and zipping it up high enough to hide the bites, and smirks a little again. it's not an insult to him. he knows most of them don't want the others knowing exactly what they get up to out here. them having to hide it is another little point of pride he probably shouldn't be taking, but he does. even the complaints are something to get smug about, although as yet david hasn't complained.
considering how much he seems to like getting bitten, he's probably never going to, evan considers. ]
You're gonna be disappointed.
[ he shuts the grate on the furnace and pulls a twisted, broken trap out of a crate nearby. when they get mangled like this, he just melts them down and remakes them. he's not in the mood to go hunt down trespassers right now. a little too satisfied to bother with it. ]
Yeah, probably.
[ david shrugs a shoulder. it's not a big deal, not really — so some guy sleeps, big whoop — but there's just something fascinating about it. like the time someone told him moose get hunted by killer whales and david couldn't shake the idea it was wrong somehow until he saw a picture of them swimming. ]
[ someone explaining how fucking massive moose are helped too. normal animals aren't gonna deal with that, are they? ]
[ plus there's the gentle implication of getting to sleep in a bed, and christ david can't even remember what that's like. sleeping bag if he's lucky. usually just finds a soft patch of dirt under a tree like a fucking animal. though when ripley's in a trial, sometimes her cat'll sleep on him and that's nice actually. ]
Be seein' you.
[ he picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. time to start the fucking arduous task of getting out of this fucking place. ]
[ david shrugs a shoulder. it's not a big deal, not really — so some guy sleeps, big whoop — but there's just something fascinating about it. like the time someone told him moose get hunted by killer whales and david couldn't shake the idea it was wrong somehow until he saw a picture of them swimming. ]
[ someone explaining how fucking massive moose are helped too. normal animals aren't gonna deal with that, are they? ]
[ plus there's the gentle implication of getting to sleep in a bed, and christ david can't even remember what that's like. sleeping bag if he's lucky. usually just finds a soft patch of dirt under a tree like a fucking animal. though when ripley's in a trial, sometimes her cat'll sleep on him and that's nice actually. ]
Be seein' you.
[ he picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. time to start the fucking arduous task of getting out of this fucking place. ]
[ evan grunts, an acknowledgement that david's be seeing you could mean almost anything: in the next trial, in the next fistfight that leads to a brutal death, or in the next moment they decide they need a distraction. maybe all three.
he works at the forge until he hears david's footsteps disappear into the mine, and until the sixth sense that tells him when his traps are being tampered with stops its rigid focus on every movement out in the darkness. he waits, in fact, until he's dead certain he's alone, and only then does he roll his shoulders in exhaustion, lean back against one of the center workbenches and wonder, not for the first time, if fucking survivors is going to backfire on him.
well. doesn't matter right now. david's already put an end to him once. might be enough to satisfy the bloodlust. if anything, it's the ones who keep the rage pent up that are going to end up being the problem, he's pretty sure.
after a while, he gets back to his work. ]
he works at the forge until he hears david's footsteps disappear into the mine, and until the sixth sense that tells him when his traps are being tampered with stops its rigid focus on every movement out in the darkness. he waits, in fact, until he's dead certain he's alone, and only then does he roll his shoulders in exhaustion, lean back against one of the center workbenches and wonder, not for the first time, if fucking survivors is going to backfire on him.
well. doesn't matter right now. david's already put an end to him once. might be enough to satisfy the bloodlust. if anything, it's the ones who keep the rage pent up that are going to end up being the problem, he's pretty sure.
after a while, he gets back to his work. ]
[ whatever's going on in david's head, evan's let him be. no point in getting on his case about it when he's made it very clear he doesn't want to talk about it. even if he wants to try and figure out why he got so bent out of shape, why something that small would make him so damn angry, he knows he's not going to get an answer that easily. besides, it's not in his nature to poke and prod at people's thoughts, at least not often.
but other people are always about that shit, and one certain other person has been a thorn in his side lately. ghost face is always a problem, but in the span of time between the last time he and david spoke, it seems like he's seen a shadow in the corner of his eye more often than usual. someone's been going through his workshop. someone's been rifling through his designs. someone moved the rope he left coiled by the barely-used bedroom doorway.
maybe he's just noticing it more than usual with his own frustration building to a point. regardless, he's pissed off, and when he's out patrolling he sees ghost face watching someone in the near distance. not him. it's enough to make the fury boil over, and he makes his way toward the shadow, not bothering to see what unfortunate bastard has the fucker's attention this time.
of course, he's not quiet, and ghost face hears him before he's anywhere near close enough to attack. but he doesn't bolt, either, instead opting to try and find other shadows to disappear into, even if it makes his presence to his previous target immediate and obvious.
the entity must be watching, though. even if evan doesn't realize it just yet. ]
but other people are always about that shit, and one certain other person has been a thorn in his side lately. ghost face is always a problem, but in the span of time between the last time he and david spoke, it seems like he's seen a shadow in the corner of his eye more often than usual. someone's been going through his workshop. someone's been rifling through his designs. someone moved the rope he left coiled by the barely-used bedroom doorway.
maybe he's just noticing it more than usual with his own frustration building to a point. regardless, he's pissed off, and when he's out patrolling he sees ghost face watching someone in the near distance. not him. it's enough to make the fury boil over, and he makes his way toward the shadow, not bothering to see what unfortunate bastard has the fucker's attention this time.
of course, he's not quiet, and ghost face hears him before he's anywhere near close enough to attack. but he doesn't bolt, either, instead opting to try and find other shadows to disappear into, even if it makes his presence to his previous target immediate and obvious.
the entity must be watching, though. even if evan doesn't realize it just yet. ]
[ while david can be a sneakier person than anybody his size has any right to be, that doesn't really apply when he thinks he's about to make a short trip to crotus prenn and ends up just barely spotting a slight disturbance on the forest floor. he crouches to confirm a hunch, and if he wasn't being watched before, the way he curses and hisses an annoyed "of course" would certainly catch the attention of any nearby nosey bitches. ]
[ he's done his level best to avoid evan since, well since before their last conversation. the whole... rope thing was just. the final straw for him. he feels like he's been navigating around evan's bullshit mostly successfully this whole time, and in some small ways that have been adding up, has been giving up pieces of his own comfort and boundaries just for what? the luxury of fucking a man? he can almost hear his mother's voice in the back of his head whenever he thinks about it. ]
[ whatever. david would much rather continue not to deal with evan, but he'd also like to get something useful done while he's out here, so he makes the decision to see if skull merchant has anything worth taking. carefully makes his way through the treeline to the estate to her hunting cabin. he might get the sensation of being watched, the hair raising on the back of his neck, but whenever he glances around he sees nothing. hard to tell if it's paranoia or an actual person, so david just forges ahead. ]
[ until ghost face starts to change positions and david immediately whips around on the spot to try and track where he's moving to. no idea what made the fucker move, he can't see or hear evan from where he is, but once he thinks he's got a good idea where he's moving, david starts to carefully walk in the same direction. ]
Dyin' for another go around, are you?
[ voice raised, just to make sure that asshole knows he's been seen. ish. it's gotta be that prick, nobody else sneaks around this place that much as far as he knows. ]
[ he's done his level best to avoid evan since, well since before their last conversation. the whole... rope thing was just. the final straw for him. he feels like he's been navigating around evan's bullshit mostly successfully this whole time, and in some small ways that have been adding up, has been giving up pieces of his own comfort and boundaries just for what? the luxury of fucking a man? he can almost hear his mother's voice in the back of his head whenever he thinks about it. ]
[ whatever. david would much rather continue not to deal with evan, but he'd also like to get something useful done while he's out here, so he makes the decision to see if skull merchant has anything worth taking. carefully makes his way through the treeline to the estate to her hunting cabin. he might get the sensation of being watched, the hair raising on the back of his neck, but whenever he glances around he sees nothing. hard to tell if it's paranoia or an actual person, so david just forges ahead. ]
[ until ghost face starts to change positions and david immediately whips around on the spot to try and track where he's moving to. no idea what made the fucker move, he can't see or hear evan from where he is, but once he thinks he's got a good idea where he's moving, david starts to carefully walk in the same direction. ]
Dyin' for another go around, are you?
[ voice raised, just to make sure that asshole knows he's been seen. ish. it's gotta be that prick, nobody else sneaks around this place that much as far as he knows. ]
[ evan hears david's voice and stops for a second, debating this - but ghost face is too much of a problem to leave alone, even if david could kill him almost as easily as evan. ditching them both now won't end well for him no matter who walks away. better to smash his skull in and let the pair of them pretend none of this ever happened.
so he keeps closing in, not speaking a word but being very much a presence.
ghost face, on the other hand, knows he's stuck between a rock and a hard place - which is which? - and knows his best bet is to run. he can outpace evan easily, but not necessarily david, and while he's certain he's fast enough to get the best of david, that'll give evan time to close in and get a hand on him.
there's not many good options here. he jams his camera back in his belt and tries to keep equal distance between both men while not moving so fast he hits a trap. ]
I thought that's why you were here?
[ it's lightly spoken, almost like a friendly question, except there's an edge to it aimed directly at david's ego - or maybe his dick. snide and knowing. another round. there's more than just rounds to a fight.
evan only half-listens, cleaver in hand, but he goes a little slower when he figures out where david is. tries to start circling, to enclose him, trap him, get ghost face in a place where no matter what direction he runs, the traps will catch him. ]
so he keeps closing in, not speaking a word but being very much a presence.
ghost face, on the other hand, knows he's stuck between a rock and a hard place - which is which? - and knows his best bet is to run. he can outpace evan easily, but not necessarily david, and while he's certain he's fast enough to get the best of david, that'll give evan time to close in and get a hand on him.
there's not many good options here. he jams his camera back in his belt and tries to keep equal distance between both men while not moving so fast he hits a trap. ]
I thought that's why you were here?
[ it's lightly spoken, almost like a friendly question, except there's an edge to it aimed directly at david's ego - or maybe his dick. snide and knowing. another round. there's more than just rounds to a fight.
evan only half-listens, cleaver in hand, but he goes a little slower when he figures out where david is. tries to start circling, to enclose him, trap him, get ghost face in a place where no matter what direction he runs, the traps will catch him. ]
[ david laughs, but both evan and ghost face have heard that sharp huff of a laugh to know it's not at all amused. it hits enough to make a spark of panic run sharp up his spine, but he's always known in the back of his head that ghost face would know what he's been up to out here. ]
[ seeing evan's bulk moving closer hits with another spike of panic, makes him pause mid-step at seeing potentially the one person in the fog he wants to see the least right now. or ever. but david swallows that, stays focused on what's important right now. ]
Hopin' for a show then, eh?
[ he mimics that light tone right back, but he's more interested in keeping the fucker talking so he can get a better idea where exactly ghost face is. doesn't bother looking at evan, just circles slow and careful in the same direction from the opposite way to keep ghost face boxed in. ]
Almost hate to disappoint, but I'm sure you'll live.
[ that's a joke. because david's going to fucking kill him. ]
[ seeing evan's bulk moving closer hits with another spike of panic, makes him pause mid-step at seeing potentially the one person in the fog he wants to see the least right now. or ever. but david swallows that, stays focused on what's important right now. ]
Hopin' for a show then, eh?
[ he mimics that light tone right back, but he's more interested in keeping the fucker talking so he can get a better idea where exactly ghost face is. doesn't bother looking at evan, just circles slow and careful in the same direction from the opposite way to keep ghost face boxed in. ]
Almost hate to disappoint, but I'm sure you'll live.
[ that's a joke. because david's going to fucking kill him. ]
[ evan's not sure if david's seen him or not. it's not important right now. what matters is keeping ghost face in his sight, because if he looks away for even a second the fucker will disappear for good.
he circles, and david, he notes, circles the other direction. keeping him from running. or maybe trying to lure him around to evan so he can scrape the two of them off on each other and run. but - that's not really david, is it? he won't run from a fight. not even a bare-fisted fight against a blade.
ghost face realizes very quickly what's happening. being caged in by a man who does that for a living and a man who doesn't but has probably picked up the basics. it won't be much of a fight if he lets them drive him, and he won't be driven. he needs to get someone to charge first. needs to make the first move, because it won't be long before he can't keep them both in his sight. ]
Oh, no, I've already seen the show. [ truth or lies? with him, it's hard to tell. ] I was just curious how quickly you'd come back. Again.
[ the again is derisive enough to make even evan angry. as if the fuck who can't stay off someone else's property gets to mock someone else for that - but he doesn't attack yet, because the insult isn't leveled at him directly. not yet, anyway.
and the traps are still lying in wait. even if ghost face is avoiding every one so far. ]
he circles, and david, he notes, circles the other direction. keeping him from running. or maybe trying to lure him around to evan so he can scrape the two of them off on each other and run. but - that's not really david, is it? he won't run from a fight. not even a bare-fisted fight against a blade.
ghost face realizes very quickly what's happening. being caged in by a man who does that for a living and a man who doesn't but has probably picked up the basics. it won't be much of a fight if he lets them drive him, and he won't be driven. he needs to get someone to charge first. needs to make the first move, because it won't be long before he can't keep them both in his sight. ]
Oh, no, I've already seen the show. [ truth or lies? with him, it's hard to tell. ] I was just curious how quickly you'd come back. Again.
[ the again is derisive enough to make even evan angry. as if the fuck who can't stay off someone else's property gets to mock someone else for that - but he doesn't attack yet, because the insult isn't leveled at him directly. not yet, anyway.
and the traps are still lying in wait. even if ghost face is avoiding every one so far. ]
[ again pings off the inside of david's skull like a bullet ricocheting, but he can hold his temper. this isn't a fight, not yet, but similar rules apply. he can hold it long enough to wait for an opening, let it pool and sit ready to be unleashed. ]
Less time than it took you to come slinking around again, I'd bet.
[ david keeps moving in ghost face's direction, slower than he'd like, but for once thankful for the traps because it means once he starts closing in that asshole can't just bolt. ]
[ he glances evan's way, just to make sure he's still moving, probably closing distance faster than david is by a significant margin, but that's fine. if he can keep ghost face's attention on him, make it so he can't keep both of them in sight at the same time, that's plenty. gives evan the chance to get the drop on him. ]
Less time than it took you to come slinking around again, I'd bet.
[ david keeps moving in ghost face's direction, slower than he'd like, but for once thankful for the traps because it means once he starts closing in that asshole can't just bolt. ]
[ he glances evan's way, just to make sure he's still moving, probably closing distance faster than david is by a significant margin, but that's fine. if he can keep ghost face's attention on him, make it so he can't keep both of them in sight at the same time, that's plenty. gives evan the chance to get the drop on him. ]
[ ghost face considers the answer, and knows he's being circled. he doesn't turn back to look at evan but he knows he's there, can practically feel him prowling through the fog like some kind of rabid bear. his options are dwindling and he knows it. well, it's not as if he's never been backed into a corner before.
david will be a lot easier to kill.
evan keeps closing the distance, adjusting where he's going and the speed as ghost face swerves to avoid traps or to try and be unpredictable. unfortunately for him, predictable is all he's become these days. ]
Isn't that a little harsh toward yourself? Or are you starting to regret letting someone twice your size get a hand on your ass?
[ evan grimaces, and slows, readying for a lunge. ghost face does not, tilting his head as he watches david, a hand wrapped around the handle of his knife. ]
Are you faking all that moaning just to get him off?
david will be a lot easier to kill.
evan keeps closing the distance, adjusting where he's going and the speed as ghost face swerves to avoid traps or to try and be unpredictable. unfortunately for him, predictable is all he's become these days. ]
Isn't that a little harsh toward yourself? Or are you starting to regret letting someone twice your size get a hand on your ass?
[ evan grimaces, and slows, readying for a lunge. ghost face does not, tilting his head as he watches david, a hand wrapped around the handle of his knife. ]
Are you faking all that moaning just to get him off?
He's not twice my size.
[ of course that's the part that david takes immediate issue with. ]
[ the rest of it isn't easy, the idea of being heard like that is mortifying, makes something in david sieze in a cold panic. has anyone else heard him? he has a pretty unique voice, anybody who heard would know immediately that it's him and what's happening. why he's here. would they know, just from listening, the way evan manages to turn him into a fucking wreck sometimes? ]
[ it's difficult to shake that train of thought, david works his jaw in anger, but he takes satisfaction in realising how close evan is. doesn't even bother firing off a retort, easy as it would be, several come to mind quickly enough. it's not like ghost face is going to have a chance to reply anyway. thoughts of violence flit through david's mind as he readies himself to follow up after evan does whatever he's about to do. the idea of taking that asshole's head and slamming his face into the ground is a particularly appealing thought. ]
[ of course that's the part that david takes immediate issue with. ]
[ the rest of it isn't easy, the idea of being heard like that is mortifying, makes something in david sieze in a cold panic. has anyone else heard him? he has a pretty unique voice, anybody who heard would know immediately that it's him and what's happening. why he's here. would they know, just from listening, the way evan manages to turn him into a fucking wreck sometimes? ]
[ it's difficult to shake that train of thought, david works his jaw in anger, but he takes satisfaction in realising how close evan is. doesn't even bother firing off a retort, easy as it would be, several come to mind quickly enough. it's not like ghost face is going to have a chance to reply anyway. thoughts of violence flit through david's mind as he readies himself to follow up after evan does whatever he's about to do. the idea of taking that asshole's head and slamming his face into the ground is a particularly appealing thought. ]
[ evan's certain ghost face is fixed on david now, even if he's still aware of evan's presence. the way the insults are directed at david, trying to get him to attack, seem telling. but they're pissing off evan, too. he doesn't care if he gets overheard or seen. doesn't care if ghost face knows, because that takes the power out of knowing.
but that doesn't mean he likes the fact.
so he swings the cleaver, intending to either take off ghost face's head or at least split his skull, but the assumption that ghost face was fixated was wrong because the cleaver just cuts through air as black leather drops down faster than the eye can follow.
there's a moment where evan realizes what happened, but then ghost face is lunging forward, toward david. knife out and up, ready to slice and slash and stab before bolting away and figuring out his next move. split seconds. that's all he has. split seconds and careful footsteps. ]
but that doesn't mean he likes the fact.
so he swings the cleaver, intending to either take off ghost face's head or at least split his skull, but the assumption that ghost face was fixated was wrong because the cleaver just cuts through air as black leather drops down faster than the eye can follow.
there's a moment where evan realizes what happened, but then ghost face is lunging forward, toward david. knife out and up, ready to slice and slash and stab before bolting away and figuring out his next move. split seconds. that's all he has. split seconds and careful footsteps. ]
[ part of him was really hoping evan had it, but, well. david takes a joy in this that he knows evan doesn't, obvious in the short exhale through his nose and the tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth when he catches the rush of black coming toward him. ]
[ david dips back, lifts his arms to block the knife, but he's not letting that fucker get away if he can help it. he snaps out with a hand to grab at one of the loudest strips of fabric in the world that hang from ghost face's arms, tries to grab it and wrap it around his hand so he can yank him back the second he tries to get away. ]
[ david dips back, lifts his arms to block the knife, but he's not letting that fucker get away if he can help it. he snaps out with a hand to grab at one of the loudest strips of fabric in the world that hang from ghost face's arms, tries to grab it and wrap it around his hand so he can yank him back the second he tries to get away. ]
[ he doesn't hit, but that's fine; it was a clear attack, david ready for it. the grab he expects, too, but not toward the strap. he can't control that. at least, not whenever he really needs to.
david gets it and when ghost face tries to jerk back he doesn't go very far. his sixth (or seventh, or eighth) sense lights up and he lunges forward instead of dropping down or fighting stupidly to try and free himself, because evan's right behind him, snatching at his hood, trying to cave his skull in. no, ghost face goes straight for david again, dropping the knife into his other hand to go up and under into somewhere soft.
but the hand wrapped around the strap is keeping him in place. keeping him from making distance that he needs. the leather snaps tight around david's hand without anyone's intervention. evan rips his cleaver out of the ground and lunges in again to try and grab, at least, and yank him back before that knife finds its mark. or any mark, really. ]
david gets it and when ghost face tries to jerk back he doesn't go very far. his sixth (or seventh, or eighth) sense lights up and he lunges forward instead of dropping down or fighting stupidly to try and free himself, because evan's right behind him, snatching at his hood, trying to cave his skull in. no, ghost face goes straight for david again, dropping the knife into his other hand to go up and under into somewhere soft.
but the hand wrapped around the strap is keeping him in place. keeping him from making distance that he needs. the leather snaps tight around david's hand without anyone's intervention. evan rips his cleaver out of the ground and lunges in again to try and grab, at least, and yank him back before that knife finds its mark. or any mark, really. ]
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