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[ From here. ]
Only said I thought you were smarter. Doesn't mean it's true.
Besides, you could be both. Frank makes that tooth monster look bright sometimes.
[ He means the Demogorgon. Which, in his mind, is automatically smarter by right of never leaving its territory. ]
Only said I thought you were smarter. Doesn't mean it's true.
Besides, you could be both. Frank makes that tooth monster look bright sometimes.
[ He means the Demogorgon. Which, in his mind, is automatically smarter by right of never leaving its territory. ]
[ From here. ]
Didn't think anybody could hit as many of my traps as you have.
Didn't think anybody could hit as many of my traps as you have.
Edited 2021-07-25 11:08 (UTC)
[ Okay, now she has to play up the “all for one and one for all” angle. Insulting Frank twice is pushing it and she has to increase her reactions or more people might be privy to their little pack being rife with internal discord. ]
And you make Billyboy look downright well-adjusted sometimes. So I guess we’re all very complex and multifaceted, aren’t we.
I don’t know what you’re bitching about this time, but I didn’t do it. Believe me or don’t, whatever, I don’t care. But if you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you back for sure, so maybe ask yourself if it’s worth sullying your precious land further first.
And you make Billyboy look downright well-adjusted sometimes. So I guess we’re all very complex and multifaceted, aren’t we.
I don’t know what you’re bitching about this time, but I didn’t do it. Believe me or don’t, whatever, I don’t care. But if you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you back for sure, so maybe ask yourself if it’s worth sullying your precious land further first.
Big words for someone your size. You come back here for whatever reason, you're dead. Same goes for the rest of your little pack.
You fuck around too much around here, you're going to get the Entity on your ass again.
[ Which also applies to him, if he takes too much time getting revenge for petty (or literally nonexistent) slights. But he can't stop himself from doing it. His life might be a little easier if he could. ]
You fuck around too much around here, you're going to get the Entity on your ass again.
[ Which also applies to him, if he takes too much time getting revenge for petty (or literally nonexistent) slights. But he can't stop himself from doing it. His life might be a little easier if he could. ]
[ And she’s quick to remind him. ]
Same goes for you. You owe The Entity several litres of blood daily just as much as the rest of us. So I guess I get to say “big words for someone your size” right back to you. Too much time spent yelling at a bunch of teenagers to get off your lawn isn’t going to fill The Entity’s belly.
Same goes for you. You owe The Entity several litres of blood daily just as much as the rest of us. So I guess I get to say “big words for someone your size” right back to you. Too much time spent yelling at a bunch of teenagers to get off your lawn isn’t going to fill The Entity’s belly.
I know that better than you ever will, you little shit.
[ hdu be right, essentially. ]
You got the balls to come say any of that to my face?
[ hdu be right, essentially. ]
You got the balls to come say any of that to my face?
I'm near-sighted! It's dark! And you're the one who hides them in places that's hard to see!
Still. Two in ten seconds is a record.
[ Never mind that he set them up like that specifically to see if he could make it happen. ]
[ Never mind that he set them up like that specifically to see if he could make it happen. ]
And here you are anyway.
[ Welp. Time to put up or shut up. Normally, this is where Susie would back the fuck off, but since she's still protected by the power of not being in close proximity of The Trapper, she's probably going to say something stupid anyway. ]
Wait, do you WANT me to get off your lawn or to come visit? Are you getting senile, old man, or just lonely? Need somebody to help you find your dentures?
[ Big words coming from Forever Brace Face here, but, well, here we are. ]
[ Welp. Time to put up or shut up. Normally, this is where Susie would back the fuck off, but since she's still protected by the power of not being in close proximity of The Trapper, she's probably going to say something stupid anyway. ]
Wait, do you WANT me to get off your lawn or to come visit? Are you getting senile, old man, or just lonely? Need somebody to help you find your dentures?
[ Big words coming from Forever Brace Face here, but, well, here we are. ]
You can stay where you are. I know where you're hiding out.
[ The problem is this means if he has to live up to it he has to go to Ormond, which he hates doing. The cold makes the iron in him burn like fire. But to shut someone up, and maybe teach them a lesson, he'll put up with it.
He grabs his cleaver on the way. It might not get any use, but she's got a knife, after all. ]
[ The problem is this means if he has to live up to it he has to go to Ormond, which he hates doing. The cold makes the iron in him burn like fire. But to shut someone up, and maybe teach them a lesson, he'll put up with it.
He grabs his cleaver on the way. It might not get any use, but she's got a knife, after all. ]
Bring it, asshole.
[ Well, great, now she’s done it. Susie should know better by now, really, but she still can’t help herself. Anytime someone thinks they can just push her around, she has to come out swinging. Stupid and often useless here, but old habits die hard. Susie is eternally terrified of appearing vulnerable because she knows what happens to vulnerable people in the outside world, so of course it would be so much worse here. Even when she knows she should back down, when someone gets in her face, she can’t just let that go, especially not if they tend to act like they’re top dog in The Fog. That’s just not happening.
So if Trapper says he’s coming, then she’s been through this enough times to know he doesn’t mince words or lie. He’s coming, all right, and he’s brought several of his little hunting friends with him. God. This is not how she wanted today to go. Susie hops off the fence outside the resort and heads for higher ground indoors. Evan is a big man. If she can spot him setting up his stupid traps, she has a chance and that’s all she needs: to not panic. ]
[ Well, great, now she’s done it. Susie should know better by now, really, but she still can’t help herself. Anytime someone thinks they can just push her around, she has to come out swinging. Stupid and often useless here, but old habits die hard. Susie is eternally terrified of appearing vulnerable because she knows what happens to vulnerable people in the outside world, so of course it would be so much worse here. Even when she knows she should back down, when someone gets in her face, she can’t just let that go, especially not if they tend to act like they’re top dog in The Fog. That’s just not happening.
So if Trapper says he’s coming, then she’s been through this enough times to know he doesn’t mince words or lie. He’s coming, all right, and he’s brought several of his little hunting friends with him. God. This is not how she wanted today to go. Susie hops off the fence outside the resort and heads for higher ground indoors. Evan is a big man. If she can spot him setting up his stupid traps, she has a chance and that’s all she needs: to not panic. ]
[ For once, he doesn't bring any traps. He's got the suspicion that if he does someone in the Legion is going to break them, or steal them, or move them to where he'll accidentally step in one. So it's just him and his cleaver, stalking through the fog, taking the most direct path to their little patch of hell in the darkness.
It's too bright for his tastes, and way too cold. He stays at the edge of the treeline, watching the resort for movement. They're all faster than him. His best option is to outthink her - or just surprise her. Scare her into doing something stupid or reckless enough that he can catch her. Or get her to back down, even if an apology is something he's not even going to try and hope for.
Is she the only one around? It doesn't matter. Evan heads across the snow toward the building the dominates the whole of the area, ignoring the cold as it starts to freeze the iron shot through him. There's a flicker of movement higher up as he goes, the sound of footsteps - but he pretends he doesn't hear them, and heads for the not-exactly-warmth inside the chalet. ]
It's too bright for his tastes, and way too cold. He stays at the edge of the treeline, watching the resort for movement. They're all faster than him. His best option is to outthink her - or just surprise her. Scare her into doing something stupid or reckless enough that he can catch her. Or get her to back down, even if an apology is something he's not even going to try and hope for.
Is she the only one around? It doesn't matter. Evan heads across the snow toward the building the dominates the whole of the area, ignoring the cold as it starts to freeze the iron shot through him. There's a flicker of movement higher up as he goes, the sound of footsteps - but he pretends he doesn't hear them, and heads for the not-exactly-warmth inside the chalet. ]
[ from here ]
always gotta wonder just what gives you idiots that kind of death wish.
you step in them more often than i ever will.
always gotta wonder just what gives you idiots that kind of death wish.
you step in them more often than i ever will.
But you DO step in them!
And it's even funnier than when a couple planks of wood get dropped on top of you.
Wait hold on
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[ What fun! No photographic evidence of Meg's maybe-scarring, but a nice audio file of her attempting her best auUGHgh. ]
And it's even funnier than when a couple planks of wood get dropped on top of you.
Wait hold on
audio1.mp3
[ What fun! No photographic evidence of Meg's maybe-scarring, but a nice audio file of her attempting her best auUGHgh. ]
[ he doesn't even listen to it. he has a feeling he knows exactly what she's trying to pull. ]
hurts me less than it hurts you. that's what's important.
[ it's not. catching her and dragging her sprinter's ass back to the hook is what's important. but he's trying to be level-headed, for about the fifth time in his life. ]
hurts me less than it hurts you. that's what's important.
[ it's not. catching her and dragging her sprinter's ass back to the hook is what's important. but he's trying to be level-headed, for about the fifth time in his life. ]
[ She doesn't know that; why wouldn't he listen? She would. Curiosity killed the — ]
Keep telling yourself that, Trap.
But I gotta get me a pair of those steel-toed boots.
Think anyone in the mine wore a lady's size 7?
Keep telling yourself that, Trap.
But I gotta get me a pair of those steel-toed boots.
Think anyone in the mine wore a lady's size 7?
why don't you come find out for yourself? still got some corpses lying around.
I've checked the storehouse before.
Should I try the mines or the coal tower next?
:)
[ Has she? Recently? Is she bullshitting? Where can she quick and quiet her way to? ]
Should I try the mines or the coal tower next?
:)
[ Has she? Recently? Is she bullshitting? Where can she quick and quiet her way to? ]
[ the frustration of knowing someone's trespassed on his property and broken into buildings he owns is almost enough to set him off, but at this point he's come to accept the fact that it happens. survivors will do anything out of spite or desperation.
that doesn't mean every location isn't trapped to hell and back, though. he's got as many as he needs out here. ]
might get lucky at either one.
[ he's going to be patrolling soon enough. with other survivors, this might just be a bluff. something to bother him. with her? he'd put money on her actually showing up. ]
that doesn't mean every location isn't trapped to hell and back, though. he's got as many as he needs out here. ]
might get lucky at either one.
[ he's going to be patrolling soon enough. with other survivors, this might just be a bluff. something to bother him. with her? he'd put money on her actually showing up. ]
Thanks, buddy!
😘
[ She hits the emoji with a flourish. Pleased and happy to have at least annoyed the shit out of him.
And then she... thinks about it. It's a bluff isn't it? It is for a few hours. It is. And then she really thinks about it. She loves her runners, but a good pair of steel-toed boots... something to brace around the ankle, to catch the trap, offering up thick leather instead of the delicate skin around her ankle. And she swears to god, she swears, she can trace a light ring around her ankle, emerging scar tissue from continued abuse, like it's leaving a little mark. Or maybe it's not, and she's just gone loony.
She laces her runners, takes off into the fog. She's quick, she's quiet, but she gets more careful when she reaches Shelter Woods. It would take no time to run where she needs to go, but she's careful, watching for traps, avoiding various ones, before she makes it to her chosen mark: the Suffocation Pit. The air is stagnant and, she imagines, fake. A facsimile of night air as she inches her way through the mine's maw. She doesn't think Trapper is here or knows she's here, and she begins inching in, flashlight in hand.
The mines are horrid. But she manages it: Finds a corpse frozen in time, a young man with boots she could wear if she double socked. They're proudly in hand when she begins to weasel her way out, but she's also — proud! Cocky. Her foot lands in a trap with a loud TWACK, and she's unable to quiet her cry, and then she's kneeling, hands scrabbling at the trap, because, if he isn't at the Coal tower or the storehouse, then... ]
😘
[ She hits the emoji with a flourish. Pleased and happy to have at least annoyed the shit out of him.
And then she... thinks about it. It's a bluff isn't it? It is for a few hours. It is. And then she really thinks about it. She loves her runners, but a good pair of steel-toed boots... something to brace around the ankle, to catch the trap, offering up thick leather instead of the delicate skin around her ankle. And she swears to god, she swears, she can trace a light ring around her ankle, emerging scar tissue from continued abuse, like it's leaving a little mark. Or maybe it's not, and she's just gone loony.
She laces her runners, takes off into the fog. She's quick, she's quiet, but she gets more careful when she reaches Shelter Woods. It would take no time to run where she needs to go, but she's careful, watching for traps, avoiding various ones, before she makes it to her chosen mark: the Suffocation Pit. The air is stagnant and, she imagines, fake. A facsimile of night air as she inches her way through the mine's maw. She doesn't think Trapper is here or knows she's here, and she begins inching in, flashlight in hand.
The mines are horrid. But she manages it: Finds a corpse frozen in time, a young man with boots she could wear if she double socked. They're proudly in hand when she begins to weasel her way out, but she's also — proud! Cocky. Her foot lands in a trap with a loud TWACK, and she's unable to quiet her cry, and then she's kneeling, hands scrabbling at the trap, because, if he isn't at the Coal tower or the storehouse, then... ]
[ she might come. that's what drives him out of his workshop, out onto a patrol. it's not like he has anything better to do.
meg has been an irritation for - a while. he gets it. he understands why she does what she does. that doesn't mean he's going to let it slide. over time he's turned the rage down somewhat, so instead of killing her outright every single time, he tries to make her most irritating behaviors not worth the effort. tries to be a threat with words instead of just in general.
it hasn't played out as well as hacking her to death and letting her stew about it, but it's something to occupy him.
the snap of the trap echoes across his property like a gunshot. her scream follows it, a little fainter. evan turns, recognizes the voice, and heads for the mine.
there's traps everywhere. and they're more cunning out here than in trials. he doesn't have restrictions when the entity isn't making demands. such as, say, making the metal too slippery to properly grasp with wax and grease, and that's not even considering the danger of the jaws themselves.
evan approaches the mine visibly. he doesn't let the shadows hide him. doesn't move carefully through the foliage and ruins. he makes sure meg, scrabbling with the trap to try and free herself, can see him coming. she might free herself and take off running before he gets there, but there's other traps. and this time she won't be thinking so clearly. ]
meg has been an irritation for - a while. he gets it. he understands why she does what she does. that doesn't mean he's going to let it slide. over time he's turned the rage down somewhat, so instead of killing her outright every single time, he tries to make her most irritating behaviors not worth the effort. tries to be a threat with words instead of just in general.
it hasn't played out as well as hacking her to death and letting her stew about it, but it's something to occupy him.
the snap of the trap echoes across his property like a gunshot. her scream follows it, a little fainter. evan turns, recognizes the voice, and heads for the mine.
there's traps everywhere. and they're more cunning out here than in trials. he doesn't have restrictions when the entity isn't making demands. such as, say, making the metal too slippery to properly grasp with wax and grease, and that's not even considering the danger of the jaws themselves.
evan approaches the mine visibly. he doesn't let the shadows hide him. doesn't move carefully through the foliage and ruins. he makes sure meg, scrabbling with the trap to try and free herself, can see him coming. she might free herself and take off running before he gets there, but there's other traps. and this time she won't be thinking so clearly. ]
[ Maybe if she hadn't screamed, she'd still be home free, the snap of the trap be damned. But she's never been as good at gritting her teeth as Jake is, and anytime metal squeezes around her ankle, the pain feels tenfold. Danger. She'll never run again. She'll lose her scholarship. She'll never escape a killer. She —
She's too cocky. Always too cocky, and Trapper isn't quiet when he walks with a heavy gait toward her location. He doesn't even want to hide, and that pisses her off. It frightens her. She's a mixed up cocktail of fury and fear, and her nails scrub impotently around the jaws of the trap, grease making it messy, especially when her nail weasels between the jaws, ripping when she wrenches. Now there's grease and oil and trailing blood, but she is — out?
She stumbles up, ankle oozing, reaches blindly for her flashlight and the boots she tied together by the laces. Then she takes off like a rocket, up the stairs, down the other wing of the building covering the mine, vaults a window and breathes a breath of welcome air and —
TWACK.
Stupid.]
She's too cocky. Always too cocky, and Trapper isn't quiet when he walks with a heavy gait toward her location. He doesn't even want to hide, and that pisses her off. It frightens her. She's a mixed up cocktail of fury and fear, and her nails scrub impotently around the jaws of the trap, grease making it messy, especially when her nail weasels between the jaws, ripping when she wrenches. Now there's grease and oil and trailing blood, but she is — out?
She stumbles up, ankle oozing, reaches blindly for her flashlight and the boots she tied together by the laces. Then she takes off like a rocket, up the stairs, down the other wing of the building covering the mine, vaults a window and breathes a breath of welcome air and —
TWACK.
Stupid.]
[ even from his distance, approaching the entrance to the mine, he can see her fear - and her anger. she's afraid of being caught, of being hurt, of dying. of him. but she's angry, too. angry about being caught and hurt and maybe getting killed, all because of him. it's an endless cycle at this point.
surprisingly, she gets out before he can get to her. that gets on his nerves, sets the fire going in his blood - as if he's ever not pissed off - and evan picks up the pace until he sees her half-sprint and half-stagger toward the other wing. where there's a window, or at least a break in the wall, that he never bothered boarding back up.
the second trap snaps shut, louder for how close he is this time. under the mask, he smirks.
he takes the path around the mine to where she is. it's harder to get the second trap off than the first, he knows. and not just because it hurts a lot more.
he looks her over, looks at what she brought with her - a flashlight, which makes him grimace, and - ]
You really went lookin' for them.
[ the stray pair of boots, cracked and covered with mud and blood, stolen from a dead man, he's sure. he didn't think she'd actually find any if she really did take the risk of coming out here. maybe that'll make it all worth it in her eyes. ]
surprisingly, she gets out before he can get to her. that gets on his nerves, sets the fire going in his blood - as if he's ever not pissed off - and evan picks up the pace until he sees her half-sprint and half-stagger toward the other wing. where there's a window, or at least a break in the wall, that he never bothered boarding back up.
the second trap snaps shut, louder for how close he is this time. under the mask, he smirks.
he takes the path around the mine to where she is. it's harder to get the second trap off than the first, he knows. and not just because it hurts a lot more.
he looks her over, looks at what she brought with her - a flashlight, which makes him grimace, and - ]
You really went lookin' for them.
[ the stray pair of boots, cracked and covered with mud and blood, stolen from a dead man, he's sure. he didn't think she'd actually find any if she really did take the risk of coming out here. maybe that'll make it all worth it in her eyes. ]
[ It hurts more the second time, the delicate flesh newly mangled by a fresh bite. It makes the punctured skin around the first wound slide a little, and if she survives, it's going to be a disgusting mess to clean. If she dies, she'll come back whole, but it'll be a phantom ache, adding to the compounded injury and horror.
That "if" seems more likely. When Evan rounds the corner, she must look like a rabbit caught in a trap or a cat eager to chew its own limb off. Another nail has chipped from the desperate scrabbling, and her fingers are bloody when they try to tease the trap open. Her flashlight is a weapon, one to be mindful of. She doesn't go for it yet. ]
Yeah. I don't bullshit. [ She spits out, voice radiating fury. Eyes too, agitated and pained and furious. ] I said I would, and I did. Even found them.
[ Stolen from a dead man. Maybe she should have slid them on even though they're filthy and rank and need to get dunked in the pond. If she had, it'd hurt less, but she'd still be caught. ]
That "if" seems more likely. When Evan rounds the corner, she must look like a rabbit caught in a trap or a cat eager to chew its own limb off. Another nail has chipped from the desperate scrabbling, and her fingers are bloody when they try to tease the trap open. Her flashlight is a weapon, one to be mindful of. She doesn't go for it yet. ]
Yeah. I don't bullshit. [ She spits out, voice radiating fury. Eyes too, agitated and pained and furious. ] I said I would, and I did. Even found them.
[ Stolen from a dead man. Maybe she should have slid them on even though they're filthy and rank and need to get dunked in the pond. If she had, it'd hurt less, but she'd still be caught. ]
[ she has a flashlight, she has the boots, and she has the tendency to snap and snarl when he gets too close, at least when she's in a trap. out here, she has the freedom to do more damage than she'd be able to in trials, which is one of the reasons he hasn't already stepped forward to grab her and drag her out.
he's not overly concerned about being hurt, though. he has his cleaver, and his skin is rough enough to avoid taking serious damage. still. he knows that a rat in a corner can fight back. ]
Sure you do. Heard plenty of empty promises come outta your mouth.
[ evan steps around her to where the boots and flashlight are lying. if she gets out, she's not running very far on that ankle. she'll have to take the risk of hobbling to safety through his heavily-trapped property. how many traps can she step in before it hurts too much to even limp?
he leans down and snatches them up off the ground by the laces. they're totally worthless to him, but they were on his property, which means they belong to him. they're not there for some survivor to run off with. ]
Shoulda put 'em on first.
he's not overly concerned about being hurt, though. he has his cleaver, and his skin is rough enough to avoid taking serious damage. still. he knows that a rat in a corner can fight back. ]
Sure you do. Heard plenty of empty promises come outta your mouth.
[ evan steps around her to where the boots and flashlight are lying. if she gets out, she's not running very far on that ankle. she'll have to take the risk of hobbling to safety through his heavily-trapped property. how many traps can she step in before it hurts too much to even limp?
he leans down and snatches them up off the ground by the laces. they're totally worthless to him, but they were on his property, which means they belong to him. they're not there for some survivor to run off with. ]
Shoulda put 'em on first.
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