texting generally speaking.

[madscenes]

TEXTING MEME
You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.)

instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[kneecapped]

if you're gonna steal from my place you could at least pick up your shit when you're done
common courtesy

( does this knife he found stuck to a wall in the lodge actually belong to the ghost face? maybe, maybe not. no one is accidentally leaving knives in walls. but he has his suspicions that someone was here while he was out, and it gives him an excuse to send this off. )

[obsessions]

Isn't it also common courtesy to start conversations off with a "hello" or "hey there"?

[ Danny was at the lodge, and he did put that knife halfway through that wall. But: ]

That's not mine. I thought it was yours, actually. You should know by now I always go for quality over quantity, Frank.

[kneecapped]

( bitch???? it took him half a minute to work that knife free, even after bracing one foot on the wall and the other on the ground for proper leverage. how the fuck he got it that deep into the wall stud past the chipping plaster is beyond him. )

that rusty shit isn't mine either but thanks for thinking of me and gouging a hole into my goddamn walls
could you have not left it on the bar like a normal person
maybe in a puddle of blood on the snow
sth flashy but w/o permanent structural damage

[obsessions]

It probably would've disappeared on its own after a while. Our gracious host tends to want the places it built to stay as they are outside of trials.

[ but until the Entity fixed it, it'd be there every time Frank went in that room, another reminder of how Danny can waltz into Ormond whenever he wants. He bets that'd annoy Frank way more than actually getting the knife out—so of course it wouldn't be an option. ]

The puddle of blood /is/ an idea, though. If I had done that, which one of your little followers would you have been worried about first?

[kneecapped]

( instinct tells him to bite down on that obvious piece of bait like a fucking rabid dog and gnaw it down to a bloody, harmless stump. common sense and past experiences with the ghost face tell him to tamp down on the urge, so. reluctantly, he swallows it. )

i think you'd find us more fun as a group tbh
why is it you never wanna party with all of us?

[obsessions]

[ because that would give you too much of an advantage, he thinks. Sure, the Legion's just a pack of bored, inexperienced teens—all the blood they spill in the fog only amounts to wishful thinking for how it never stays to stain their knives—but they do know how to use them. One? No sweat. Two is a challenge. Three... might be rough, but all four? Ego or not, Danny didn't get where he is by putting himself in situations he knows aren't in his favor.

But as if he's going to admit all that to Frank. He might get the completely wrong idea that Danny's afraid of him, and then he really would have to bleed him out in the snow just to convince him otherwise. ]

I'm not much of a partygoer. Someone ended up dead during the last one I went to :)

Besides, you all become a lot more interesting when you're on your own.

[kneecapped]

look at us :) twins :)

( his similarities with ghost face, that he's found so far, begin and end at the tip of a knife. but he also knows with relative certainty that unlike some of the roadshow clowns the entity has plucked from the streets or the bowels of hell or wherever it finds its most promising material, he's a person under that mask. a flesh-and-blood human being that squeals when you stick him, just like everyone else.

he'll find a nerve that twitches when he touches it eventually. even smug narcissists fuck up sometimes. )

you're not into fivesomes, got it
i guess i wouldn't be either if i was pushing

( . . . )

how old are you again?
40?
45?
is that why you never take off the mask? were you a shy little boy growing up? a fucked up introvert no one understood? you can tell me, i'll keep it between us boys

[obsessions]

[ under his mask, Danny smiles humorlessly. Little shit. Bet he wishes he could be anything like him. ]

Frank... you're wearing a mask too. I don't think psychoanalyzing me like that is gonna work.

[ more so-called qualified people have tried and failed. At least this latest attempt is a little entertaining. ]

At best, it comes off as projection. At worst, it reeks of desperation. Does it really bother you that much, knowing so little about me?

[kneecapped]

( it bothers him immensely, but he's not going to fucking say that so taking wild potshots in the dark until he hits something is about as good as he's got right now. hard to accurately needle under the skin of someone who outright refuses to be known. )

just shooting the shit my guy :)
how much does your mask mean to you?

[obsessions]

Really? Then I guess you must have really deep conversations with your friends on a regular basis :)

[ he may or may not have eavesdropped on a few of them. ]

Considering it's practically my moniker? You can assume it means a lot, if you don't already.

What about yours?

[kneecapped]

i guess you'd fucking know

( frank could have eyes on the back of his goddamn head, and he still wouldn't have the affinity for silently slinking through the fog and the dark the way the ghost face does. he's a car crash in comparison. he hits hard, he makes noise. )

nah, just a mask
it doesn't rly mean shit here besides

( though he does find it mildly entertaining that some of the survivors refer to him solely as that fucking asshole in a smiley face mask. nothing like getting your skull caved in by said Asshole In A Smiley Face Mask. )

don't tell me you sit around in that thing when you're by yourself

[obsessions]

[ that answer doesn't surprise him. So short-sighted, so typical. And Frank's mask shouldn't mean anything to Danny either, yet... the thought of that crudely scrawled smile drags up memories of when a few survivors actually believed he was just another one of the Legion. A mistake they paid for—painfully—but their screams hadn't managed to erase the sound of their laughter from his mind. Danny's mask was something he picked up on a whim from a party store, sure, but compared to one that looks like it came straight out of a middle school art class, it's far more iconic. He's made sure of that. Done too much for anyone to call him copycat—or mistake him for a feral hooligan more likely to end up behind bars for vandalism than murder, just because they happened to show up first in the fog.

Fortunately, there's no risk of any of that irritation bleeding through words on a screen. Danny draws and releases a slightly longer breath than usual before typing out a reply. ]

No. Gonna try and sneak a peek, Frank?

[kneecapped]

( he has tried, daniel. still a car crash, still an atom bomb. still an occasionally charismatic bull in a fucking china shop. even in the beginning, when ghostface was fresh meat to the fog and frank was a rabid, hungry dog chomping at the bit for an exclusive first look, it was next to impossible to catch him off guard. let alone now, when he's as well-versed in the fog and the entity's many realms — maybe even more so, in some ways, in probably many ways — as the legion themselves.

he drums his fingers on the table where he's seated, knocks glittering ash from a cigarette into a cracked porcelain tray. yes. he's tried. he's been trying. he'll continue to try. )

what if i already have?

( seen his face, seen him without the mask. )

[obsessions]

Then I'll have to kill you.

[ joking? Probably. ]

What do I look like?

[kneecapped]

( of course, good question. what does he look like, when frank pictures his face? )

kinda scrawny
dimples

and if you don't got dimples then i prob mistook you for some other run-of-the-mill white dude but i'd be more than happy to give you a set if you want one

[obsessions]

[ dimples. Danny smiles. He doesn't know. ]

You can try that too, but those kinds of changes don't really stick here. At least not for me.

[ maybe it's the case for all killers, or just the Entity wanting one of its favorites to stay exactly the way he was when it took him. He'd have to test with his own knife to be sure. ]

So you didn't even try to see my eyes? I've been told that's my best feature.

[kneecapped]

that's the best part of all of this

( that nothing changes, that everything stays more or less the same forever and ever and ever. he would think a guy like him would be into that shit, with all the freedom and creativity to play around as much as he wants, no consequences, no clean-up. )

what? baby blues?

( the way he is confidently, unapologetically wrong on every one of danny's main facial features. we love a man who is consistently incorrect. )

do you got big doe eyes?

[obsessions]

[ it's been a while since he's talked to anyone so committed to the bit. Now that he's absolutely sure Frank is guessing, it's almost funny. He could've gone in any direction, but he went with this? And how far will he go if Danny lets him? ]

You'd be the first person to describe them that way.

Do I have curly blond hair too?

[kneecapped]

( he highly doubts it, if he's saying so. )

no
big doe eyes, dark hair, dimples
the kind of face that'd be a shame to fuck up too bad if you saw it in person

sorry for vanishing! intense gaming happened

[obsessions]

Really? And is that "you" in general? Or /you/, Frank, leader of the Legion?

no worries! Been There

[kneecapped]

just a general you in this case but i am included under that you umbrella

( but who isn't when it comes to uniquely fucking the ghost face up? in any capacity? that's a wet dream every killer in the employ of the entity shares. some of them have better luck with that than others. )

[obsessions]

Well, you're a lot more imaginative than the others. Most of them think I'm a ugly freak under my mask, and here you are, making me sound almost angelic. It's very interesting :)

[kneecapped]

( it was his first thought, actually, when they first met, but: )

nah that's too easy
you slink around like someone who's used to getting what he wants

[obsessions]

Very observant. And you stomp around like someone who very rarely gets what he wants.

[kneecapped]

( well, he's not wrong. )

kinda like how i'm not getting what i want out of this convo, huh?