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[wealwaysdeliverr]

hey chat

uhh im going on indefinite hiatus with this blog + crystallinehell due to severe mental issues associated with my personal life . uhh. also because severe paranoia (i think i am being cyberstalked, it usually stops feeling as severe when i make new blogs but my fears are back)

theres not a definite chance i'll be returning, let alone anytime soon. hell, i could even suddenly reappear tomorrow and be hunky-dory. but im just writing this with a very uncertain mental state and i don't want to put pressure on myself anymore to work on this blog when i have that paranoia

@wrongroutedown is still gonna be active, maybe even more-so now due to my fixation returning on it as a "safe" media for us to consume :thumbsup:

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He hums as he saw the familiarity in the voice, caution laden in his actions, peppered in his glance back to the group. He finally comes out from his shelter and begins to approach. There was a bunny..? He stares upon it. This group was definitely familiar as the mafia. But weak.

"..Are you all, uhm, okay? I have this place kind of.. Filled with traps. I have a cabin near here, but it doesn't have much." He chose to take the decently calm and kind route..

Elliot stretches out a hesitant, calloused hand, as he stares with eyes full of weariness. He wanted to give it a chance to at least not be alone. And this counted as company, he hoped.

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The trees seemed to stretch on forever vertically, the sky feeling blocked out, light rarely reaching to the ground with how deep some forests seemed to go.

A cabin lay nearby yet the person living inside seemed to be afraid, setting up traps around of all kinds for safety.

He kneels on the ground, trying to set up a net trap with a hum, pizza cutter in hand in case if it trapped him instead first.

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— The Mafioso has come to learn the workings and paths of the forest during their times patrolling them. Sure they might still miss somethings, but that's a guarantee when the woods seems to stretch on infinitely.

— One of the men in sunglasses, another in a mask, and one in a bleeding fedora could be spotted wandering around. One of their boys reported that there's a Cabin all the way out here, which... is odd, considering the amount of Cabins near the main one.

— So they're out here trying to find it. If it ended up being a Killer's cabin, well. That's on them. If it's a Survivor's, then they'll have to report it back with the others. And maybe bring them along, if they're interested.

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Elliot glances at the bird-like man, and his eyes would dart about against the surroundings. But now this killer seems.. Hostile. And he wasn't going to let that slide. He was panicking internally, but his mind repeated to himself; he's fine. He just needs to trust himself.

He grits his teeth internally. He was fine. He was okay. He stares down the killer. "..I really hope you don't intend to interrupt. Can you.. Let me go?" He speaks, keeping his feet on the ground. His mind flits with possibilities of what he could do.

Violent thoughts. He tried to ignore them a bit mentally but his mind couldn't push it down.

Elliot really fucking hated these rounds. He could feel the searing pain of poison and whatever small wounds he already had making his mind foggy with dislike for his entire situation.

He grits his teeth and carries on, limping through the area, peeking around corners to make sure he's safe, hiding the best he could.

And soon, he found a rather corner. He didn't have a medkit, but he felt more agitated than usual; ungrateful teammates, already being hurt and it not even being a few minutes in.. It was pissing him off, but he couldn't object.

He sits down and tries to fight off the nausea in his stomach from the poison. The only bad thing that could happen now was if the killer found his already weak self.

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And, of course, bad things have to happen. Round after round, that was how it went. The only difference here, is that he doesn't recognize what's approaching.

Something cuts through the air, diving down and landing on the wall of whatever cover he found himself behind with a loud thud. It looms over him, casting a shadow that spells nothing but danger. It has to be a killer, but it certainly isn't one that Elliot recognizes. Certainly isn't one that's meant to be here.

It stares down at him with a wide grin, slowly tilting its head at him before propping it up with its hand, inspecting him as its eyes crinkle up with a twisted sort of mirth.

"Well, what have we here?"

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whhhat's happening here??

Oh! An event is ongoing, involving Elliot. Im sort of trying to get myself into the ring of things after a short break, so that's what I may post Abt for a bit before I go back to interacting in-rp ^-^"

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DO YOU SEE SOMETHING?

you swear you can hear it coming closer, it beckons you out with falsely friendly words. you cannot tolerate that kind of nonsense, after all, every kind word has to hide something underneath. you did, or is it just you?

you shouldn't let this happen. you have to do something.

"Come out! I know you're here, Two Time! I'm lonely, please! I just want you to come here!"

"I know you're around here somewhere!~"

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DO YOU HEAR SOMETHING?

the sound of a hurried scrabble through dried, long dead grass that looks too green to be real is heard.

you are being hunted, and you have to hide from this.. thing. is it a copy of your friend? oh, bless the spawns above that it hasn't found you yet.

you ready dagger in hand and cast a prayer while it speaks.

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Wake up.

Are you going to let them forget about you? Or will you prevail and manage to persist. It's up to you if you want to be prey or predator. You don't want to hurt anyone.

You just don't want to be so alone anymore.

But everyone else has their own problems. They won't make time for you, nor will they look your way.

I see something at the edge of the forest. I see someone moving.

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I'm just very unwell ATM mentally. Will get to replies soon, but I've also been concepting and working on the event but I realize everyone and their mothers has an event going on RN so I may cancel the event.. uhm. Yeah

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Elliot played into the more childish, hidden side of his mind and personality, one that was more fit for dealing with kids at the pizza-place, or babysitting a friend's kids. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Uh huh.. So what's that behind your back? A pizza-shaped lollipop?" He hums with a small smile. He couldn't blame the kid too much.. After all, it was a long time since then.

Even if he couldn't help lingering resentment that he pushed away. He was the adult here.

A red, fleshy child tried to sneak past Elliot, attempting to grab a delicious slice of pizza without the pizza man noticing. C00lkidd had a mischievous grin, thinking he was doing a great job as a silent ninja.

[ @the-c00l-kidd-of-all ]

Elliot had realized he heard something, quickly whipping around. He was usually alone in his cabin, yet here was this little creature.. Trying to take his pizza?!

..He realizes that even if this kid fucked over his entire business, it was.. A kid.

Letting out a huff, he walks over.

He could talk to them like a kid.

"Aaand what do you think you're doing?" He smiles a bit.

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Elliot had dragged the cutter out shortly after, feeling the warmth of exertion in his body like a lit campfire inside of him.. He stared back, eyes darting around, as if his mind was in primal fight or flight.

..He takes a step backwards, then another. As if ready for a chase in case if the bug chose violence; which seemed like the option most available, Elliot assessed to himself with worry.

He knew it was irrational, but his mind kept repeating to him, this is a threat, take him out, take him out..

Elliot didn't want to. But man, it was hard when his entire body was full of adrenaline from an irrational thought pattern.

Elliot was unaware of what was ongoing at the moment, but he surely wasn't some kind of thing to prey upon.

Normally the healer was someone who was defenseless, only at the mercy of his teammates and more. Yet through the months he spent here, he was clever, getting stronger.

He knew there was danger around here, so he didn't call out to see if anyone was here, remaining slightly crouched yet tensed, ready to leap away if any danger approached, eyes darting about.

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The blood had dried into the fur. That's gonna be hell to get rid of later.

007n7 slowly moved throughout the area, his body more shaky than usual.

Eventually, the bug stopped, turning around and walking towards one of the walls. Staring at it for a while before turning his head.

His bloody claw grabbed onto the wall, scratching at it a bit as he stood there.

"Your breathing is too loud, pizza boy."

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"Oh- Uhm, yeah. I figure we should find a way to head there." He speaks, gazing off into the distance. Two Time seemed.. Off. Were they just always like this and it had conveniently flown over his head until this moment?

Elliot couldn't help but get an odd feeling in his stomach, unease, and he knew that feeling quick. Something felt off with the other as he fidgets with his wristbands, smiling as a nervous reflex.

"I'll be fine walking on my own, though- you've probably got to catch up to them, and I like to take the scenic route."

"Pizza boy....!" -> A strained voice called out in the distance... - @penumbra-forevermore

"Huh?" Elliot had been basically disassociating; something he did more often than not lately in these rounds. Yet the distant call made him snap out of it.

Was this a round..? His mind was too foggy to notice his surroundings as he walks into the forest, washing through thorns and bushes to reach the voice.

"Uhm- Coming!!"

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..Elliot tried to not make any rude comment in response to the final thing said. But he felt a bit touched by Noli's words. It was shocking to him on the inside, not usually expecting him to find himself actually taking advice from a killer.

"You're not half wrong, actually.. I just never figured to see it that way, y'know?" He gazes at the half-rotted hacker and softens his gaze somewhat.

"But you can't have good without bad, and I guess that means I'm dead alone, and my only friend appears to be a snake." He shrugs at the end of his statement.

The voice of someone familiar could be heard, from outside the mansion "Hey," "Elliot." "Mind. coming out. for a minute?" It's quite hard to pinpoint who was saying it... The voice sounded like it could've been Chance. Or 007n7. Or... someone else? It just sounds weird. -@voidstar-driven [???]

Elliot stands in his cabin and immediately gets the damn off feelings from this. No two people just.. Speak in sync like that.

He runs to the kitchen and doesn't grab his pizza cutter- he gets a knife. He then goes to one of his boarded windows and looks through the cracks to see what lurks out there, slightly moving the makeshift curtains to get a better look.

What lurks out there..?

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"Of course, haha.. Uhm.. Do you need help getting back to my cabin?" He frowns, visibly worried for the other, at least, on the outside.

And worry was an understatement on the inside. Maybe this was his fault, wanting out so bad he had endangered another person's health.. He frowned a bit thinking about how he did this. He did this..

A small rustling of bushes, and hesitant steps powered by subtle determination. Elliot had been searching for the voyager he considered an ally that had a failed teleportation quite a few weeks ago. He narrows his eyes, and tries to search about.

He spots a figure, and tries to not run at them immediately, a sight for sore eyes, he figured.

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(Voyager looks a bit different, slightly taller- wingspan a bit larger, and a burn mark on the right side of their head. Their tail has sharp spikes running down it, and those definitely weren’t there before.)

(They wave at you!)

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Elliot would chuckle, gently patting Noob on the shoulder, using a slight bit too much force to just barely err on the side of being odd as he smiles to the other, the smile vaguely warm in nature.

"Well, just know you are being helpful! Your contributions are always appreciated, Noob." He would gently speak, tone uplifting yet mildly hollow as his voice sounds out. He moves his hand back to his own side afterwards.

"If you want, you can stay by me for this round?"

"E-Elliot...!" - @rookie-survivalist

His head peeks up from the generator he was working on, like a sleeper agent he had was just awakened- like a hunting dog.

"Huh? Hellooo..?"

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I would be so so scared. Id probably join but 😨😥😥😥

// 🎰 you know what ive always wanted to do... (Not always just a shower thought I had last night)

Discord gc/server full of ask blog creators

Might actually do this if enough people are interested...

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heh. kill this guy chat.

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; intro post !

> rules

don't be a dick ooc/to mod. be however rude you'd like ic. should be common sense ?

no nsfw. flirting is perfectly fine, just don't go overboard.

don't act out chance on our behalf? we can play him ourselves, tyvm . /lh

don't overplay your power as an anon. basic m!a's 'nd whatnot are fine, but nothing wild or too long. max m!a duration is ten asks.

ships are OK. i don't mind them – just clarify if that's what you intend. whether in the ask itself, or in dms.

don't vent to us. we won't reply, and you'll likely get blocked. go talk to someone you trust- not a tumblr rp blog.

don't resend/spam asks. if we don't respond to it the first time, there's less of a chance (chance? like the blog?/JOKE) that we will the second time 'round. sometimes, asks will get delayed due to stuff happening irl.

> blog/chance info !

chance goes by he/they/any ^_^ .

he's in his late 20's. 27-29.

their favorite colour is purple 'nd red. do with that what you will

he used to work with the mafia – although , left when he was 22. it tends to avoid bringing it up now.

queer in some way or form. not sure what specifically, just, queer. thumbs up

chance is headcanon heavy on this blog. don't like it? block us and move on with your day.

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> mod/ooc info

mod is a system. we go by either marshall, animatic, or jonah. or just mod is okay. if you know us, you know us. : )

we go by it/he ! really anything except for feminine terms. thanks.

expect very inconsistent responses; we run a lot of blogs, and tend to fixate on one at a time.

we're bodily a minor. don't be weird.

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> tags, ,

> coin flip! ; asks

> you! you again! ; recurring anons/blogs

> missed shot ; rb chains

anything ooc will be tagged mod post: ___ : ).

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> claimed anons:

none taken : ). be the first?

> items given to chance: (not including flowers. I've learned from my other blogs./lh )

nothing!

ok so eventually there will be a reference here but. we've yet to make one. shrugs. probably later today if i remember

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Got our hair cut :]

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