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@swcllowthis
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey. Don’t run off so quick.” She blocks his path in the center of the grocery aisle. He may not have known her, but she sure as hell knew him. For days, she had been tracking the man, fueled by the rumors and wives’ tales spread upon her blog. Nikki was weak and curious. “Listen. I’m harmless. Despite my appearance, I promise you, I am NOT gonna ask for drugs.”
She sinks her hands into her pockets and throws an anxious glance over her shoulder. “I need to ask you some questions.” Her brow quirks. “Privately.”
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@oframpage
“MOOOOM!” There’s a gas leaking moving truck parked outside the home that sits on the lot beside the notorious Murder House.
“Kevin ate my Taco Bell!!”
“---Wh-What? Mom, no I didn’t--”
“He ate everything but the goddamn WRAPPER. You pig.” There’s a sibling banter going on while a mother with a cigarette hanging from her digits is trying to direct the movers into the Los Angeles home. With a defeated grunt, Nikki Valentine moves alongside the side of the house, deciding to scope out the rest of the property. It isn’t too late until muffled Nirvana catches her attention. She turns to the ominous, ivy wall of a house beside her’s and bears a grin.
She throws up a ‘rock-on’ sign and nods her head enthusiastically to the blonde boy sitting in his room with the window half-way open.
“Nirvana, man! CLASSIC!”
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@qucstioning
“ Hnnh?” Nikki Valentine was swiftly awoken from her drunken slumber upon her office desk. The door to her detective agency swings open and she can see through a blurred haze a person standing in the doorway. She clenches her jaw into a smile, pushes back her frazzled bangs, and inhales sharply, signaling her descent from her buzzed Pabst Blue Ribbon state. “Nnnh, can I help you?” Her vision was still adjusting she couldn’t quite tell if this was a past or new client.
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STARTER CALL.
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this can’t be real // 2.1.2017
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This pic of Katharine tho.. <3
#[ PHOTOGRAPHS. ]#/she takes spooky pix of herself. this one goes on her gore blog even tho it aint bad
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See No Evil 2
Directed by Jen Soska and Sylvia Soska (2014)
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@darknct
“Wait...” Flattered, she breaks a simper and puts a palm to her chest. “You like my blog?” She tucks a strand of ginger behind her ear before scooting forward on the library desk’s chair. “Some people find it too gritty, y’know? Too gory. Y’know---” Sudden realization takes over cannabis induced irises. She pulls a puzzled face. “I just moved here a month ago... How long have you been following my blog for??”
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@toothpiickviic
She saw him, back rested against the brick of the diner on Clark Street. There had been rumors of men in black suits making elaborate, thieving schemes. One person on her webpage even vouched that he saw one of them steal an entire lock box of money from the hotel on 23rd and Cicero... Then again, that was a long time ago and the gossip had not been supported with factual evidence.
Nikki’s eyes remained pinned on the man, watching him carefully from under her sweatshirt hood. “Welp,” she mutters under her breath. There was no better time to investigate than now. Nikki crosses the parking lot, approaching the man with ulterior motive and a nice, big grin. “Hey, man. Mind if I bum a cig?”
#/ok so.... resevoir dogs is one of my fave films#/god bless u for making a vic#/mr. blonde and mr. pink are my favees :~)#toothpiickviic
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“the last of us” inspired sentence starters
change pronouns/ect if necessary
“i sell hardcore drugs.”
“we need help.”
“you’re gonna be okay.”
“believe in the fireflies.”
“got enough ration cards to last us a few months.”
“be careful.”
“i am the romantic type.”
“don’t leave me to turn.”
“it’s gettin’ close to curfew.”
“going outside the wall is suicide.”
“you mumble in your sleep.”
“i hate bad dreams.”
“it’s called luck—and it’s gonna run out.”
“are you still breathing?”
“we’re shitty people.”
“our luck had to run out sooner or later.”
“don’t touch me.”
“she’s infected.”
“just fucking go.”
“i can’t swim.”
“does it sound like i know how to whistle?”
“i’m a pretty good shot with that thing.”
“let’s get the hell outta here.”
“goddammit—i’m clean!”
“i owe you nothin’.”
“there’s one inside.”
“it’s the normal people that scare me.”
“you of all people should understand that.”
“i can handle myself.”
“once upon a time, i had somebody i had to look after.”
“you don’t need to worry about me.”
“fuckin’ hunters.”
“i’ve been on both sides.”
“so–you kill a lot of innocent people?”
“you sacrifice the few to save the many.”
“i don’t think they saw us.”
“trust me, it ain’t easy.”
“damn it—spores.”
“somethin’ on your mind?”
“you make every shot count.”
“just so we’re clear… it was either him or me.”
“how’d i do?”
“yeah, well, i was tryin’ to kill you.”
“you’re bleeding.”
“we can help each other.”
“i saved you!”
“you wanna hear a joke about pizza? …never mind, it was too cheesy.”
“how is it you’re never scared?”
“what are you scared of?”
“i’m scared of ending up alone.”
“it’s all your fault!”
“thanks for not blowin’ my head off.”
“you survived because of me.”
“you lay your hands on me again, it won’t end well for you.”
“you still remember how to kill, right?”
“hey, hey—are you hurt?”
“i guess we’re both disappointed with each other, then.”
“what do you want from me?”
“i can’t get infected!”
“you are treading on some mighty thin ice here.”
“i’ve lost people, too.”
“you have no idea what loss is.”
“everyone i’ve ever cared for has either died or left me.”
“sounds like runners.”
“can you walk?”
“stay the fuck back!”
“i think we’re safe.”
“you’re a better shot with that thing than i am.”
“don’t sound so disappointed.”
“you handled yourself pretty nice back there.”
“i believe that everything happens for a reason.”
“you’re just a kid.”
“i can protect you.”
“i’ll come back for you.”
“you’re a fucking animal.”
“you have no idea what i’m capable of.”
“i’m gonna teach you how to play guitar.”
“another city, another abandoned quarantine zone.”
“is this everything you were hoping for?”
“we don’t have to do this.”
“i ain’t leavin’ without you.”
“i guess you can’t escape your past.”
“hands in the fucking air!”
“i pretty much lost everything.”
“no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.”
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@withconceit
“....Hi.” The under the influence detective approaches her target at the diner counter. An anonymous client online wanted some sort of justice to be put forth from this identity thief. So, she had located the man, a one Kellan Theodore Van Neil, and stood before him with red rimmed eyes. She simply didn’t know how to get close enough to handcuff him.
“So, um, what’s that you’re eating? It looks really good. I’m trying to order something off the menu, but I can’t decide,” she lies with a golden chuckle.
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