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@babysitters

[hardlydead]

[ x ]

I don't think you wanna get that fucked up.

[babysitters]

I don't think anyone wants to get that fucked up. No offense, since you're that fucked up right now.

@electroconvulsive

[hardlydead]

[ from ]

[ him? dead hard into a wall? never. not even once. ]

Literally beat my head against a wall? Why? You gonna come treat my concussion?

[electroconvulsive]

I CERTAINLY CAN. IT WOULD BE VERY INTERESTING TO STUDY YOUR BRAIN IMMEDIATELY AFTER IT OCCURS, GIVEN HOW QUICKLY YOU CAN RECOVER FROM OTHER INSTANCES OF BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA.

@outerfringe

[hardlydead]

[ x ]

Yeah.

Yeah, me too.

@micronap

[hardlydead]

[ x ]

Okay, find a fire and hold tight. You'll freeze your knackers off up there.

[micronap]

YES, I WILL.

The problem with the fire is Trapper thinks this is really funny and put every bear trap he has ONLY near the fire.

@microbreweries

[hardlydead]

[ x ]

Who am I gonna offend? The birds? They need to learn eventually.

[microbreweries]

[ from the second floor, on the catwalk above the bar, jeff leans his hands on the handrail and peers over and down to find david... exactly where he said he'd be: handcuffed to the bar. not that jeff was expecting anything different, but who knows - he wouldn't exactly put it past david to try and rip himself out off the cuffs or off the bar once he'd decided he'd really had enough.

jeff raises his eyebrows, fingers flexing against the handrail. he's not sure if david knows he's here, so he shifts his boot against the splintering wood to make a little bit of noise first so he doesn't startle him. ]

What do they need to learn, exactly?

[ the birds, he means. jeff pushes away from the handrail and moves to start down the steps, his footsteps quick but heavy as he descends. already, one of his hands moves for something red, tucked away in his jacket pocket. ]

@otherbitches

[hardlydead]

[ x ]

And a half, yeah.

Nah, I like kids well enough. Imagine having them toddling around this place though? Wandering off into the fog? Playing with shit they shouldn't be touching?
Dealing with you lot's bad enough already.

[otherbitches]

dealing with 'our lot.' watch it, david, or i'll really start to think you've been here a couple extra decades.

i dont know. it would blow, but i guess it would come
back

[ If, you know. ]

would it grow up?

@babysitters

[hardlydead]

[ x ]

What about the whopping great big hole the balls come out of?

[babysitters]

They not got gumball machines across the pond or something? It ain't a big gaping hole, man, there's a door and mechanisms and shit.

@unbreakabill

[hardlydead]

[ x ]

Cheers.
They'll learn though, ain't got much choice here. Even Claudette and Dwight have it in them these days.

@beknighting

[hardlydead]

[ x ]

To be fair they're usually in their own stores, but honestly you could point to just about any other modern shop and ask why and all I could tell you is capitalism lead us to a weird place.

it's what all the hot medieval guys are calling it

[beknighting]

I see. Greed and corruption still run rampant in your day as well.

[pharmacy]

What would I need to offer to get you to break my nose?

[hardlydead]

[ what ]

What?

@microbreweries

[hardlydead]

[ from ]

[ david breathes out a soft laugh, sticking close as they walk, part of him itching to reach out that extra bit and-- who fucking knows. put a hand on jeff's back? take his hand? something stupid like that. he can touch jeff plenty once they get to where they're going though, he reminds himself. ]

Eighty-five to ninety, eh? [ david appears to give that some serious thought, quiet for a long few moments ] Yeah, I can work with that.

[microbreweries]

Interrupt the opera and all bets are off.

[ he says this partially under his breath, but loud enough that he knows david will hear him, and he says it with a completely straight face, tone serious... for about three seconds before he casts david a sideways glance and a quick, subtle wink.

as they approach haddonfield and the trees begin to feel like they're creeping closer together and the fog begins to thicken, heavy and dark, jeff plucks his flashlight out of his pocket. he doesn't click it on right away, but he keeps close to david and keeps moving, knowing that shortly, everything will thin out once they're officially within the bounds of lampkin lane.

passing through the open gate is easy, and jeff only hesitates for a moment to take a quick look around for michael in their immediate area before continuing on ahead, keeping close to one side of the street. once he's mostly satisfied that they're not in immediate danger of being gutted by some weirdo in a mask (there... are a lot of those, now that he thinks about it), he puts his flashlight away. ]

[microbreweries]

[ it's been a little bit of a rough go so far, but most trials against the oni are typically an uphill battle, at least in jeff's experience. unlike some of the other survivors, jeff's not necessarily built for running or taking chase - his skillset leans more towards offering support. staying out of the killer's sights, and making sure the rest of his team knows where to find him when they need help getting patched up.

trying to outrun a killer is a task and a half on a good day. jeff's learned how to mind game, pulls a fast one just as often as he gets outplayed. but the oni is fast, and less predictable than some other killers who also have speed on their side. for the most part, jeff can dodge an incoming hillbilly, but the oni? the oni's fury is something else.

jeff's been hooked twice already, but there are positives. they've almost completed enough generators to get the gates up and open, and nobody's died yet. jeff's not the only one that's one bad move away from being sacrificed, but he tries not to think about it too much. the less anxious he is about making sure everyone makes it out, the less likely he is to fumble a wire or blow something up just to set back their progress.

and david's here, somewhere. things always go a little bit better when david's around.

creeping up to the coal tower, jeff pauses only long enough to listen for the gen upstairs. to his relief, he can hear some of the pistons moving. closer to getting out of here than he thought, though he can't quite tell if someone's on it, or if they were chased off a while ago. regardless, jeff climbs over the window sill and immediately heads up the stairs, doing his best to keep his footsteps quiet. when he reaches the top and sees david there with his arms wrist deep in the guts of a generator, jeff can't help but smile a little to himself.

he doesn't rush forward, but he makes quick work of taking up the open side of the generator, peeking in to see what's been done already and what needs doing. there's blood all down the front of his shirt and a pretty gnarly hole in his shoulder, but otherwise he seems pretty content, even casts david a sideways glance as he nudges a bundle of wires aside with his fingers to get at something deeper in the generator. ]

You come here often?

[hardlydead]

[ david has something of a love/hate relationship with going against the oni. there's the part of him that lives for the thrill of competition, for the rush of blood pounding in his ears, and oni's one of the best killers for that. fierce and unpredictable and unrelenting. in another life david probably would've relished seeing him in the ring or on the field. problem is he also feels like he does his best work in trials when he's already taken a bit of a beating. something about the blood and the adrenaline that really gets him moving, helps him see clearer, makes his mind and body both work faster. with most killers the risk/reward is worth it, but oni eats that shit up. best to stay as uninjured as you can with him. ]

[ freshly patched up after his second stint on the hook, david's working on that gen, pauses when he thinks he hears the grunt of somebody climbing in through a window, but over the sound of the generator it could be anything — which he fucking hates — so he keeps an eye on the stairs out of the corner of his eye, a small smile blooming when jeff's head pops up coming up the stairs. ]

No, actually. [ he tilts his head to look at something, a little amusement showing around his eyes. ] Crazy coincidence bumping into you here.

@dyinglights

[hardlydead]

[ like a chimp! laurie can probably hear the way david barks a laugh at that. ]

You telling me you never gotta scratch your nethers?

what did you say about time??

[dyinglights]

nope

god made me perfect

i also got a good look at your tattoo

got any others that i should know about

@pigsfeet

[hardlydead]

I know how to savour a drink. Just that most of what you can find round here isn't worth more than getting pissed on.
I mean, you don't have to share. It's yours.

https://tinyurl.com/nhhssat3

[pigsfeet]

nah i mean
im a shitty drunk
dont wanna drink alone

@gotgum

[hardlydead]

[ david is not a particularly vengeful man, there's really only one person who he could say he wanted revenge on at a push, but even then he didn't really consider it that. ]

[ petty on the other hand? he sure can be. certainly petty enough to do something ridiculous like go to ormond, make a snowball, and carry it all the way back to the campfire. he might not have leon's fancy special forces training or whatever the fuck, but david has impeccable aim and a strong arm. and that's why, as soon as he sees leon, he launches that snowball across the place, directly at leon's face. ]

[gotgum]

[ He's not expecting retaliation for his stunt. Leon wouldn't be surprised if he got one and he'd be completely okay with it. David's a good sport. He's a good sport. It's stupid and this place needs to lighten the fuck up.

He's not expecting a snowball. He was in no way ready for that and it's very clear. All his training be damned. He's nailed in the face and doesn't have a second to figure out where it came from because on impact, he dropped the flash he was using to teach the person sitting across the way from him to make. (They fled. A wise choice.)

BOOM!

????????????????

Leon rubs his face. ]

Well that snowballed out of control.

@bloodandbrass

[hardlydead]

[ x ]

You ask a lot of questions for someone who's always saying he doesn't give a shit.

[bloodandbrass]

not a lot of people have managed to do what you just did. hard not to give a shit about this.

[bloodandbrass]

[ 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. ]

[hardlydead]

[ 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. ]