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status ; open setting ; day 2, outside the mine

dark eyes take in the symbols, one hand holding a note book and the other holding a pencil. it scratches across the page while winona keeps studying the welded seal. her mind is going a mile a minute, trying to piece together what the symbols could mean. she hears a branch crack next to her and swivels her head to look at the source of the sound. her eyes are narrowed, annoyed at being distracted, but she really does need a break. she's been at this for what feels like hours. "come to join me in figuring things out?" she asks, lifting up her notebook.

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winona can't help but to snicker. is she annoyed that she also lost rock paper scissors? yes, but what can she do. she'll suck it up and head up with supplies. besides, it'll at least give her some time to look around the forest, see if there's anything while they're headed up to the base. "at least you're not alone," she says, picking up the pace so she's in time with sonia. "might as well try and make the most of it, huh? see if we can see anything on the way up?"

𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣  :  early  morning,  filming  day  one  .  𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚  :  0.25  miles  from  base  camp  .  𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨  :  open  .

sonia  adjusted  the  strap  on  her  pack  for  the  fourth  time,  muttering  a  string  of  quiet  curses  under  her  breath.  it  wasn’t  the  weight,  she  could  handle  the  weight,  it  was  the  tilt,  that  lopsided  dig  into  her  shoulder  that  reminded  her  she’d  lost  rock  paper  scissors  and  got  stuck  hiking  up  with  the  gear  while  someone  else  rode  an  atv  to  ‘scout’  ahead.  “this  isn’t  fair,  you  know,”  she  said  out  of  nowhere,  breath  puffing  as  the  incline  sharpened,  slightly.  “i  mean  —  statistically,  most  people  lead  with  rock.  so  if  you  go  paper  first  round,  you’ve  already  got  a  35.4%  edge.  i  knew  that.”  she  paused  just  long  enough  to  swat  a  mosquito  away  from  her  ear.  “and  i  still  picked  scissors.  scissors!  like  a  dumbass  …  this  is  so  embarrassing.”

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winona hums in consideration, tilting her head to the side. "what if it's like... the loch ness monster?" she starts, and crosses her arms across her chest. "there are other sea monsters all around the world, so what if this hollow man is related to slenderman." she loves thinking of things like this, and she loves talking about it. "i don't think we'll get sued. maybe the hollow man can get sued, though, i think that'd be funny."

SET : day one of filming whilst conducting interviews at the gas station ! STATUS : open !

" DOESN'T THIS ... HOLLOW MAN ," raven lowers their voice with name , making it scratchier for sheer theatrics that no one really asked for as they toss a mic deftly between their hands in consideration . "dude kind of remind you of slenderman ?" the question is asked as rave leans against one of the rented atvs , brows furrowed as they wait for locals to pass by the gas station for interview material . it was near painfully slow going in all honesty , which they suppose is kind of expected when the town is kind of ant sized . and as usual , running their mouth was one of rave's first instincts when it came to staving off boredom . call it an only child's coping mechanism . " like , either they're kind of related or ... " the comment is accompanied by an arch of her brows as she leans her head back , directing her gaze skyward in thought . " someone is getting fucking sued ." a beat before her expression scrunches , head falling back down to add , " and i really hope it's not us ."

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brown eyes take in the other's form, absolutely soaked. she's now joined the club, her clothes starting to stick to her body. the rain is wet and cold, and she should be going back inside, but here she is, watching dexter run around, getting wet and muddy. her lips pull into a firm line, and then she shrugs. "i mean, yeah, we were worried about you and i got the short end of the stick, but i might as well join you if you want to do fun moon things."

࣭ ⭑ ୧ STARTER open for everyone . ࣭ ⭑ ୧ STATUS accepting replies ! ࣭ ⭑ ୧ TIME & PLACE day 0 of filming & base camp

as eccentric and impulsive as one can possibly be , normally when there's a squall warning people tend to stay indoors , lest they want to catch a cold . as for dj ? well . . . — “ get in on this ! it's honestly not that cold ! ” — a chorus of laughter echoes through the open air past a certain time , clothes drenched and clinging onto bare skin as they run across the the mud in their sandals — “ if you're here to get me to go back to the van , i'm sorry to tell you this , but i got plans with the moon before we start filmin' , ” — they say matter-of-factly , as if that made their decision sound any more sane .

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she doesn't mean to sneak up on elif, she really doesn't. she wears boots to make more noise when she's walking (plus they're good aesthetic wise), but she always seems to have silent feet. winona tilts her head as she listens, taking in the other's words. and then she's caught. her eyes widen slightly, and then she grins. "a while," she says, and then moves to sit next to elif. she gets comfy, cross legged as well, and then she's leaning back on her hands. "you think the hallow man's around?" she asks, slightly teasing.

open to anyone ! setting — late evening, ranger station.

she's  sitting  cross-legged  in  the  corner  of  the  old  ranger  station,  knees  tucked  up,  mic  in  hand.  not  for  the  show,  this  one's  hers.  the  red  light  on  the  recorder  blinks  steady, the stickers on the back fading, almost unrecognizable.  "audio  log . . . case  one.  dark  vein  mine.  day  one,  8:17  p.m."  a  pause.  "we  haven't  gone  in  yet,  not  really,  but  there's  a  feeling  already.  the  kind  that  makes  you  forget  why  you  signed  up.  i  keep  thinking  about  the  phrase  'whisper  pit',  and  how  no  one  remembers  where  that  name  even  came  from."  she  presses  her  lips  together,  debating  what  to  say  next,  before  sighing  softly.  "we  set  up  base.  gear's  temperamental.  wind's  wrong.  i'm  trying  not  to  read  into  things,  but there's this . . . pressure, like the air's holding its breath. i keep looking over my shoulder, and there's nothing there, but it still feels like something's waiting."  she  clicks  off  the  mic,  only  to  notice  she's  not  alone.  her  eyes  lift  slowly, brows furrowing.  "how  long  have  you  been  standing  there?"

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"i think either way, we might get in trouble," she chirps, and then heads closer towards the entrance of the mine. winona enjoys going into places she's not supposed to be, it gives her a thrill. and if she gets caught? so what? she's stopping at the very beginning of the mine, holding up her camera. "maybe the hollow man likes the bad smells, they're good smells to him." she shrugs and then turns to look at finlo. "you think we'll get a glance at him today? maybe ask him what his favorite smells are?" she's excited about the hollow man, and about the mine in general.

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“ so ,   technically   this   is   trespassing ,   right ? ”   finlo   questioned ,   squinting   against   the   sun   like   it   might   bless   him   with   foresight .   “ but   i   reckon   if   we   get   possessed   or   chased   by   something   spooky ,   we   might   get   away   with   no   punishment  . ”   his   phone   camera   clicked ;   a   foxglove   blurred   against   the   rusted   ‘ keep   out ’   sign   near   the   yawning   entrance of the mine .   “ place   smells   like   wet   shit ...   hollow   man’s   got   questionable taste . ”

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amber midthunder  .  cis woman  .  she/her  .  *  |  look,  there  goes  winona mann !  they're  the  twenty-eight  year  old  i  was  telling  you  about  …  you  know  the  gemini  ?  it's  their  thirteenth  case  with  the  crew  —  not  counting  the  one  where  she found hidden gold after being told a clue from the spirit box …  originally  from  fort peck, montana,  let's  hope  their  crystal bracelets  is  enough  to  protect  them  from  being stabbed.  most  people  know  them  as  astute  and  adaptable,  but  don't  be  surprised  if  their  stoic  side  slips  out  when  the  lights  flicker.  this  time  around,  they're  signed  on  as  the  code breaker,  which  makes  sense  considering  they  spend  most  of  their  time  doing origami  like  their  life  depends  on  it.  if  you  ever  need  them,  try  picturing  a tower of books, almost ready to fall over ; ghost stories told around the campfire, smores being eaten ; black nail polish, always ending up chipped ; always knowing the answer, unable to keep your mouth shut ; never staying in one place too long, feeling the need to be free   or  whispering  nona  into  the  walkie.  but  beware  —  if  they  don't  answer,  something  else  might.

THE INTERVIEW ; THE STATS ; THE PINTEREST

THE HEADCANONS ;

has had many different roles while with the group. she’s a jack of all trades, with lots of information stored up in her brain. she has been the code breaker for the past few cases, preferring to watch and learn, taking in everything she can. 

she’s not afraid to share what she thinks and what she knows, and she doesn’t hesitate to throw her opinion in. it does lead to a few arguments sometimes, but she always ends up making it up to them. if she gives you a little origami figure, she’s normally trying to apologize or tell you that she likes what you did. she’s not the best at letting people know her feelings, preferring to keep them in, so she shows her feelings in little ways towards people. mostly gift giving.

loves the travelling part of it all, always ending up going to museums, or odd places. 

while most children wanted a dog or a cat as a pet, winona always wanted the creatures she saw in the forest; snakes, chipmunks, squirrels, insects, spiders, etc. she was always bringing them home, along with strays, much to her mother’s dismay. they had a family dog, but it was never enough for the little girl. she never ended up growing out of it, although she currently doesn't have any pets, seeing as she’s moving around a lot. 

was a band kid. played the flute, and she was pretty good at it. she mixed with other instruments when she could, liking the drums too, but the flute was favored and she played it the most. 

moved around a lot, parents going to different reservations to help out. her mother is a teacher and her father preferred to pick up odd jobs. she continued the moving around as an adult, never staying in a place for too long, only sticking around for about a year or so. she likes moving around, exploring new places, and figuring out all about the history there. 

did really excel in school. while she hated it, she loved learning and put all of her attention into that. she hated the rules, and having to get up early (she’s a night owl), but learning? studying? yeah, she was really good at that.

always had a book on her, especially one about true crime or the occult. it continues now, and she loves going to book stores and libraries. 

the more she knows, the better. she loves knowledge, and sometimes gets obsessed with it. she reads deep into the night, and hardly sleeps when she’s really enthralled. 

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