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If anyone is willing to play The Legion against my David that would be really cool I have ideas I wanna write!

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killers-kitten‌:

Mary jumped slightly when she heard David speak, having been too focused on her own thoughts to notice him come up. She turned to him and looked him over and a small frown formed on her lips when she realized he was pretty beat up. “You look like you need to be patched up.” She paused. “The Entity, so that’s what it’s called. And yeah, only last week… I think. Guess we’ve just missed each other until now.” That was a half-lie. Most of the last week she spent trying to find a certain someone in the damned fog, well it felt like a week she couldn’t tell what day it was anymore. She looked really tired, almost like she hadn’t slept lately. “And no I’m not with the majority of the killers here. I really just want to find someone and get back home as soon as I can. It’s really messing with my sleep.” She sighed and rubbed her arm before speaking once more. “I’m Mary by the way. Who are you? I’m guessing you’re not with the killers either.” If he was she would be a bit surprised, they didn’t seem to come near the campfires set up around, at least that she could tell. 

He could tell he didn’t seem to be in the best shape, but that was the price he had to pay for being the hero. Plus with him already looking so ragged and broken, the killer was likely to let his guard down around David knowing all it would take was a hit and he’d be out for the count. Little did they know it was always just a feint to allow him enough time to get up for one more play, and usually all it took was one more play to determine who lived or died.. again. “Don’t worry about me, I’ve been doing this for-” He can’t recollect how long he’s been here, no matter how hard he tries. This fog messes with your head, though there were other more pressing concerns to keep any of the survivors distracted enough to slowly lose their grip on time. “Shit I don’t even know. I can’t even remember my first trial by this point.” He’d look to Mary as she explains that she wanted to find someone. That part was easy enough to accomplish, eventually everyone crosses paths in this place since nobody really dies. The getting back home part was not something David’s ever heard of anyone accomplishing. Hell he’d be more than willing to help if it meant he could get everyone else out of this nightmare. After Mary introduces himself David reaches out his hand to do the same, “David-” almost immediately pulling it back when he realizes it’s caked in blood and dirt, “Shit, sorry ‘bout that. It’s been a while since I died so everything kind of piles on.” He apologized before returning his hand. “Everyone’s luck runs out eventually in this place though. It’s what it wants, the Entity. Ripen us with hope so that when the killer gets us it’s that much more horrifying. Why? I’m not sure, maybe it feeds on diminishing our hope.” David may have been a well versed survivor by now but he was certainly no expert on this Entity or what it was really after.

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peachyuus‌:

Jade never meant for things to go as far as they did. What had started out as a simple prank soon turned into a mess that ended with the death of an innocent person. There was no going back. She accepted the portion of the blame that landed on her and she acknowledged her part in the entire mess, but she also knew that they couldn’t take it to the cops. It would ruin all of their lives and it was better for everyone if it remained a mysterious accident. Some stupid kid got too drunk and drowned, and it was all a tragic accident. Because that’s what it what to the world. Or at least that’s what it was supposed to be. Jade knew how to keep a secret, but could she trust the others to do the same? Had someone cracked under the pressure and said something, or did this man know even more than he led on?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She wore an even expression like a shield. If he couldn’t break through her walls, then there was no way he could hurt her. If she played the part of the stupid rich girl, then there was no way any of the repercussions could fall back on her. Or so she believed. As long as she kept her side of the story straight, there was nothing he could do. It wasn’t like he had proof, right? Jade had made sure to cover everything up completely and to the best of her ability. She had covered her tracks and made sure there was no evidence that could lead back to her. So, then, how did this stranger knew about the cabin? How did he know about all the things she had worked so hard to conceal? “I think you have me mistaken with someone else. I know a lot of rich girls look the same, so that’s probably the case.”

Her denial wasn’t unexpected, unless you were a hardened psychopath nobody would be willing to openly admit to killing another person, especially if it were the truth. David shakes his head and lifts his hand dismissively to interrupt her from going any further, “Do I look like a cop or something? I’m not here to trick you to confess or anything, we can be candid here,” He’d tell her before a waitress comes up to offer David something from the menu. He’d sit back in his seat with his eyes lingering on the girl before turning to the waitress with a warm, welcoming smile that contrasts heavily to what was on his mind. “You still serve breakfast this late?” He asks before getting an affirmative answer that they do. He proceeds to order scrambled eggs, toast and sausage links before the Waitress turns her attention to the girl prepared to ask if she could get her anything else before David speaks up to answer for her, “She’s good. Think she might have lost her appetite.” He explains before the waitress gives a polite nod and smile then walks away, leaving them to finish their conversation. “Where were we? Right, candid.” He says before pulling out a hunting knife from a sheath on his belt, putting it right on the table top so she could see the blade clearly. “You see, I have a rule about killers. None of them deserve to live, honestly. It’s taking alot for me to sit here sharing a meal with you without lunging over and cutting open your goddamn throat.” His expression tenses as he speaks, the amusement in his features that might have hinted at a friendly conversation were all but gone. “The thing is I’m having trouble figuring out some things. I want you to tell me why you did what you did and after, I want you to help me find the others. You do all this and you might be looking at a happy ending. Well, relatively happy, seeing how you’ll be responsible for your friends dying. They are your friends, right?” 

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He realizes part-way to the fire that things were a little too quiet. The first survivor for this next trial had already shown and they were unsuspecting, seemingly focused on the fire, or paralyzed with fear towards what was about to happen. Either way she hadn’t realized David was coming up behind her at first, even with the wounds inflicted to David causing him to grunt somewhat, he was able to keep himself quiet enough so not to disturb her. Finally when he reaches the log in time to hear her, he sets down beside her with a deep, tired breath as he hunches over, finally enjoying the much needed reprieve after having faced the cannibal in the previous trial. “Hate is only gonna get you so far, love. Unless of course you’re one of the killers in which case you’d have a pretty successful career here.” He attempted a joke, too tired to express it on his visage with even a slight smirk or a soft chuckle. No, she was right to hate this place, David did too, but he wasn’t motivated by hate, or even survival. What mattered most to him was getting everyone out alive. “Haven’t seen you around the campfire before. The Entity just picked you up?” He question as he straightens his posture.

Open starter: campfire downtime between rounds. Your muse can be anyone, even one of the killers if they’re up for a chat.

The crackle of the campfire was really the only thing heard at the moment. The red glow of the flames was warm and inviting safety. However, Mary was glaring at it like it had stolen her food. Her knees were drawn up to her chest as she sat against the log. Sitting on the ground wasn’t her ideal position but she liked it better than on the log. Being out in the open like that wasn’t the best idea and she really should have been paying more attention to her surroundings, but her mind was elsewhere at the moment. She wanted out of wherever they were and she wanted it to happen soon, the others probably wanted the same thing she guessed. She wasn’t even sure what the worst part about being there was any more. The dying over and over again? The fact that she really was only a plaything for whatever it was keeping them there? Or was it that whatever it was had picked both her and the one person that probably knew her better than she knew herself and put them against each other in it’s twisted little game? Her grip on her jacket sleeve tightened, yeah it was the last one. It made her blood boil because she couldn’t think of a way to deal with it. “I hate this place.”

Again, she really should have been paying more attention to what was around her. After all, who knows what or who could sneak up behind her.

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wildeycs‌:

“i think life’s just one distraction after another, dave. from loneliness, boredom, whatever you call it. i think you should find a new one now that i’m done being yours.” she insisted, ignoring the possibility that there could be any truth in his words. she didn’t want to do more damage than she already had, but this was the best for the both of them. yuna wasn’t one to enter a serious relationship easily, naturally each of them left their mark on her and moving on took time. this time was no different and despite the initial pain and indulgence needed to distract herself, she would be fine eventually even if it meant enduring a few more hangovers and occasionally boring dates. “how?” she asked, an unmissable curiosity in her voice. if she had learnt anything about him in their time together, it was that his words were not to be taken lightly. “you know? it’s kind of funny for you to talk about shitty decisions when you’re the one who ends up with cuts and bruises every week.” she scoffed except there was no humour in her voice. she would have laughed if she was nowhere as angry. anger and distractions were how she coped with heartache. they were what prompted her to leave home at eighteen for her only chance at a new life and they weren’t changing anytime soon. she was sick of hearing him talk about what she should be doing with her time when the last thing she should have done was falling for him in the first place. she wasn’t some clueless young thing that needed someone else to guide her every move. “there’s a reason things ended between us. do you think i would’ve broken up with you if our relationship had given me so much peace?”

“You weren’t a distraction, you were-” it was hard to put into words what she’d given to David, even harder to narrow it down to one thing. His eyes wander away from her so he could think a moment, it really came down to why he really needed her in the first place. “You, us, we were the next step in me becoming something better, Yuna, cause that’s what you were. The one thing that would make me better than I could ever be.” David knew it would come back to that; now matter how many fights he’d won or how many times he would come back to her, all Yuna could notice was the wounds that would accompany him. Perhaps reminding her how much he had endured, or threatening to take him away from her. He’d tried giving it up before, his anger, his combative nature, he has tried to change especially for the purpose of giving Yuna the man she truly deserved. God knows how hard he tried. There was just something in him he couldn’t turn off, something wrong with him fundamentally. Despite his flaws however, he knew in his heart how much he loved Yuna, how far he could go for her love, how much he ached by not waking up to her golden features or going to sleep knowing she was safe beside him. He quickly reaches for her hand with both of his own, the brown hue of his eyes not wavering away from her eyes. “I know your reasons, I know baby. I’m broken, I ain’t denying it. The only thing about me that works right are the feelings I have for you though.” Though it was more like an automatic action, As if to emphasize the point he brings her hand to his face, resting it against his cheek to feel the soft, familiar warmth of her skin on his. No other feeling had beaten it, not any of the punches he’d taken, none of the pain that kept him living in the moment, it felt like the warmth you feel when you’re in a dark room and your hand slides into a sliver of sunlight without you realizing it. Without her, all he had was a cold dark room.

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Closed starter: @simplybombshellwrites​

David’s at the door of the last known location of the guy he’s supposed to be looking for, standing on the porch of the house he’d take his glock out from the waist of his pants so he could double check to see if the safety is on. Even if worst came to worse and he had to fight for his life he had no plans on using it. It was meant only to scare, get the money owed to his employer as soon as possible without the need for a fight though David welcomed a fight more than he wanted to get the job done. He was already suspicious about the house, it seemed nice, too nice for some bloke who couldn’t even pay his debts back. Maybe he was a frivolous spender which was why he was in debt in the first place, or maybe there was more going on here than what David was aware of. Either way he wasn’t going to turn back now. Holstering the pistol back in his pants, He tries to see if the door is unlocked, hoping he could at least get the drop on whoever’s inside with a sneaky, quiet entrance, but when the door knob refuses to twist fully, David has no reservations about kicking it open. 

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Open starter: Daring rescue attempt. Your muse can be anyone, I’m thinking they could even be another survivor who goes along with David in this scenario

A Single shriek of pain carried through the entire lab. It’d even been louder than the alarm of the exit-gate being opened. David was hoping that the one survivor unaccounted for may have found a hatch and had a key to open it, but the terrible reality was that the Killer had finally won their chase. Of course they’d get at least one of them down, throughout the trial they were able to outrun this one pretty easily, maybe by luck or maybe it’s just playing with it’s food. Either way, now that the survivor was hooked, facing to be sacrificed to the Entity right when they had the hope of escaping at the tips of their fingers, there was really only one option for David. Once the gates are open, one of the other survivors sprint bursts across the threshold, not waiting a moment before getting out while he could. David didn’t blame them, he was like that at first, fighting for his life never looking back. But he’s grown, and found it nearly impossible to give up on a single other person living throughout this hell with him. It was down to them two now, and the third Survivor that David already resolved to rescuing before time ran out. He gives one solemn look at the other survivor, but promptly curves his lips into a smirk, “You best carry on too. We’ll be right behind you.” The sentence carries assurance, this wasn’t exactly David’s first dance with a tricky killer, but anything can happen in the endgame, he’s seen the worst possible scenarios become reality in no time at all. He was confident, sure, but he wasn’t ignorant of how easily shit could go south. “Go on now.” He’d tell them one final time before he starts running back, further into the lab.

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6ixzbae‌:

It happened so fast, they attacked without warning, hesitation or even justification. Cee was scared at first when she was awoken by screams and the smell of something burning, the added ringing of gunshots throughout the night sky had paralyzed her in her bed, completely unable to move or think about what she had to do. Thankfully David had found her and urged her to grab what she could before they were off, leaving the town in a haste while their friends and family were left at the mercy of the bandits. She hadn’t had time to proccess it thankfully, she’d be left in despair which she knew would only hinder her now. Before they’re even a few yards outside the back gate they had been met by a couple of watchers, likely left to take care of stragglers. Cee knew this was the end for her and Dave, her heart beating in her chest nervously as she waited for the emptyness that would follow the gunshot that would kill her. 

When it came she was surprised to see that neither she nor David was shot, instead David manages to get one of their captors’ guns. The other had been distracted by the struggle and turns his attention from Cee to David. David words had echoed in her mind but she saw an opportunity she couldn’t pass up to save David from being shot. She instantly runs at the gunman at full speed, finding the strength to reach him just before he gets his shot off to kill David. He’s strong, and barely struggles to shove Cee off of him but he had dropped his gun when she tackled him. He’s quick to crawl to it so he could defend himself from the them.

David reacts slower than usual when Cee had tackled the other raider, it was extremely brave but dangerous, she was lucky to have pulled it off before David could be shot. Still he’s quick to help after she’s pushed off her attacker, aiming the handgun he took off the other assailant and firing a couple of rounds into his back. He stops crawling almost immediately, giving the duo a chance to catch their breaths though they didn’t have long. “I told you to run, y’deaf girl?” He pointed out before hurrying to help her up. Thankfully they managed to keep their supplies as well as their lives, but they had to leave before that would change. “Take this,” David offers her the pistol before walking over to grab the shotgun off the ground. They didn’t have enough time to thoroughly check the dead bodies for anything else useful before he could hear approaching voices getting louder by the second. David wasn’t willing to push their luck in another fight, he’s had enough excitement to last him the rest of the year. “We need to run, for real this time.” He tells Cee before throwing his bag over his shoulder and starting to run, at first in a jogging pace until he’s sure Cee if following behind him until he’s off in a full sprint as fast as he could.

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Closed: Worst behavior

This wasn’t an ideal position David finds himself in, at gunpoint being robbed for the rest of his supplies. What made it worse was that he had Cee with him. They’d almost managed to get out of the little town before the raiders came but right at the property line they were met by watchmen. Had David been on his own he wouldn’t have minded giving up, he’d been through enough in his life and this would have been a fitting end for all the shit he’s done, but Cee was a different story, she had her whole life ahead of her and David couldn’t give up without making sure she was safe first. One of the gunman took one step too close to David before he’s quick to disarm him, so suddenly that the first shirt hadn’t gone off until the gun was aimed over his head. Just as David had wrestled away the man’s pistol, the second gunman aimed his shotgun right at David, moments away from blowing him away. David knew these were his final moments but still, Cee had to get away first. “Run, now!”

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i don’t like talking with people about emotional stuff because then they learn things about me and get to know me and can defeat me

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I don’t want a chance to escape. I want pancakes.

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wildeycs‌:

“that’s not true — that’s called projecting.” yuna shook her head but did not flinch from his familiar touch. part of her could not understand why the gentleness in his voice or the softening of his features still mattered when she was so adamant on ending things between them, but it was something that she wanted to forget and leave behind for good. whatever they used to have was long gone. their worlds were far too different and she was done trying to make it work. dating someone like him was exhausting and perhaps she would have stayed away had she known what she was getting herself into from the beginning. her life was nowhere as dangerous as his, there was no reason he should worry nearly as much as he did and his protection was unneeded, whether he wanted to believe it or not. her life wasn’t a thriller where she had to watch her every move — more of a melodrama given the direction this was going. “i don’t need you to protect me and we can’t… we can’t keep doing this anymore.” it felt like they were going in circles when their paths should have diverged long ago. “i didn’t think keeping me safe included sabotaging my dates when i’m trying to move on with my life, dave.” she sighed and ran her hand through her locks frustratedly. she did not know how to reason with him. in a way, she never knew how. it was one of the hundred reasons why they did not work together. “you should try it too — i think it’ll be good for you.”

“Don’t say that,” he tried to argue, a bit of hurt in his tone when he speaks. “You’ve been thinking about it constantly, whether you made the right call. Even if it’s reasonable, or whatever, it hurt you. It still does. That hurt’s the same reason why you’re on this date isn’t it? You want to be with someone who could distract you.” A bit of a deep observation for someone as dismissive as David but he felt the same kind of hurt so he could tell what she was feeling. He’d knew it was within him to change, get his shit together so they could live a decent normal life without the drama and fighting he’d constantly dragged around with him. Maybe he was projecting his own inability to put his attention on anything else besides them, or more accurately what they had, and for realizing this he has to take a brief moment to consider what she really wanted. He takes a look back at her date and his frustration seems to fester. There was no way that was what she was really looking for. All the guys she had tried hooking up with were too easy to get rid of, the first since their breakup needed only be warned to stay away from Yuna and they wouldn’t even question it, he hasn’t needed to get violent yet and that to David was the underlying issue with the men she was prepared to let into her life. “But I am keeping you safe, from the results of these shitty decisions. You’re just setting yourself up. You really think anyone’s gonna give you the peace you want but you’ll only get that from me, from us being together.” He knew her advice was genuine, and maybe moving on would be good for him, but he simply couldn’t, it felt too much like trying to cut off a limb, or a piece of himself, the only piece that he’s willing to fight tooth and nail for.