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bakerstreet2016-07-18 12:02 pm
monday meme seance seance: the last night.
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the last night. dusk has fallen, and your nerves are on fire. |
ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ (memepasta) wrote in bakerstreet2016-07-18 12:02 pm
memepasta) wrote in bakerstreet2016-07-18 12:02 pm
[There's a ghost in here.
… Okay, a lot of ghosts, all up in the animatronics and stuff. But there's another kid, one who hadn't been stuffed into a suit for whatever reason--but they vanished here, that's for damn sure.
This is the night guard's last night in the week's shift. Lord knows he needs every bit of help he can… and Chara's not very keen on adding another one to the body count. So they're hovering in the security room whether he sees them or not--probably no--and they go ahead and flip the camera on his screen. It's the supply closet. There's Bon-bon. Good luck.]
[ aw beans has it been a month already ]
Edited 2016-07-18 20:34 (UTC)
[ He gets the feeling Frank is a devout atheist. It makes sense, given the fact that he's probably military. He moves and acts like he is, at least; it's something Jesse's gleaned from paying attention.
Jesse may be the world's worst preacher, but he can put two and two together. He may have been raised by a priest but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to fight. Hell, that's all he does know how to do. Drink and fight and pretend he's something he's not. Kick the shit out of a group of people thinking it's okay to touch a woman without her permission, only to be outflanked and saved rather gruesomely by one Frank Castle.
Jesse chooses a rooftop, because he knows Frank is inclined towards them. Doesn't once think the devil of hell's kitchen'll be there; probably because Cassidy from his group of friends is out there causing havoc, most likely, and that'll get his attention. He wonders if he should tell anyone Cassidy's a vampire. Probably not.
Right now, though, he's got a cigarette in his hand and a bottle of Ratwater whiskey. Frank comes up on him, quiet-like, and the preacher smiles wrly. A grin that doesn't quite reach his face. ]
Supposed to be back in Texas after this. [ His accent is honeyed tones, warm despite most of his actions, and he glances over to the other, holding up a bottle. ]
Feelin' like a nightcap?
Jesse may be the world's worst preacher, but he can put two and two together. He may have been raised by a priest but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to fight. Hell, that's all he does know how to do. Drink and fight and pretend he's something he's not. Kick the shit out of a group of people thinking it's okay to touch a woman without her permission, only to be outflanked and saved rather gruesomely by one Frank Castle.
Jesse chooses a rooftop, because he knows Frank is inclined towards them. Doesn't once think the devil of hell's kitchen'll be there; probably because Cassidy from his group of friends is out there causing havoc, most likely, and that'll get his attention. He wonders if he should tell anyone Cassidy's a vampire. Probably not.
Right now, though, he's got a cigarette in his hand and a bottle of Ratwater whiskey. Frank comes up on him, quiet-like, and the preacher smiles wrly. A grin that doesn't quite reach his face. ]
Supposed to be back in Texas after this. [ His accent is honeyed tones, warm despite most of his actions, and he glances over to the other, holding up a bottle. ]
Feelin' like a nightcap?
[Anna has finished packing her things for their last night in this world. Restless, she double, triple checks everything to make certain she has what she needs and what she'll undoubtedly miss if she left it behind. Having nothing else to do, her feet carry her outside.
Perhaps some fresh air will help ease her nerves.
She's lost in thought and coming upon Edmund's flat is a surprise. The lights within are still lit, casting a soft glow through the front windows. Maybe they should talk before they embark on their journey into the twenty-first century? Will he listen? Will it help anything? A tightness forms in her chest. Anna grips her skirt, hesitating, but she swallows and with a quick breath she steels her nerves.
She raps lightly on the door and then rings the bell, stepping back to wait.]
Perhaps some fresh air will help ease her nerves.
She's lost in thought and coming upon Edmund's flat is a surprise. The lights within are still lit, casting a soft glow through the front windows. Maybe they should talk before they embark on their journey into the twenty-first century? Will he listen? Will it help anything? A tightness forms in her chest. Anna grips her skirt, hesitating, but she swallows and with a quick breath she steels her nerves.
She raps lightly on the door and then rings the bell, stepping back to wait.]
ooc: WHY MUST YOU HURT ME BY BEING ON THIS MEME
in all seriousness i'm literally about to leave on a trip where i most likely won't be able to tag much at all but holy shit i needed you to know that i'm in pain and it's your fault
and if you want to backtag something i would. be down. sirius could use some walkies.
in all seriousness i'm literally about to leave on a trip where i most likely won't be able to tag much at all but holy shit i needed you to know that i'm in pain and it's your fault
and if you want to backtag something i would. be down. sirius could use some walkies.
[f/f, m/f, and gen]
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