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morganhq‌:

Eyes rolling at the sound of her comparison being the worst came naturally. It wasn’t the best, sure, but it popped into her mind at that moment and left her lips without another thought. “Obviously I don’t want to die,” she finally said, not too keen on the idea of a serial killer. Well, if it was after her, anyway. “But whoever gets chosen deserves what’s coming to them. There has to be a reason people are dying or at least being put in the polls.”

“obviously.” he agrees, her statement causing brows to raise. with a wave of a hand, he leans forward, free hand resting on his knee. “golly gosh, you crude wench.” but he cannot help but let out a laugh of some sort. he’s curious, fascinated by whatever it is she might be thinking. “when do you think someone deserves to get murdered?”

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garfitz‌:

                    There was a seventy-two inch TV in the common room on his floor, sharp and surpassing his 2004 ‘box’ that he had set up in his dorm. So, as the night closed he tended to haul his Playstation down and hook it up to the Samsung that was placed accordingly in the large room. The brunette sat in silence leaned over his lap, elbows resting on his knees, the rustic music from Red Dead playing, only to have his attention drawn away as someone else entered the room. He looked at them, made eye contact and nodded upwards, suddenly cautious of the noise from the TV, “If you’re gonna study I can turn this down.” He offered, leaning back into his chair, head turned over his shoulder to face the person who had entered, “Just give me a shout.”

he has needed that change of setting. after solid three hours spent in his room, writing a two thousand word essay and dancing alone to jazz music with a glass of irish whiskey, floyd decides to take a stroll around campus. prepared, with a copy of lolita in one hand but no certain idea in mind, finds himself walking into a room he didn’t expect would be occupied. but, it doesn’t matter. he is making his way over to the couch, eyes focused on the tv when the other speaks up. “oh, no need.” floyd assures, and leaves it at that. he has stopped in his tracks, free hand now rests on his hip. for a second, he seems to forget his purpose, all attention on the animations on the screen. “are you the gunslinger?” 

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bashlockwood‌:

“Hey   cutie,   yourself.”   Bash   half   mumbled,   taking   the   other’s   dismissal   as   permission   to   drop   his   hands   with   a   shrug,   letting   his   junk   free,   “Cool,   my   hands   were   pretty   cold   anyways.”   He   said   nonchalantly,   grabbing   at   the   cigarette   that   was   behind   his   ear   and   placing   it   between   his   lips,   “Got   a   light   by   chance?  Forgot   to   shove   mine   in   my   anus   this   morning.”   Brows   raise   in   curiosity,   “The   third?   Jesus   fuck.   Well   cool   that   makes   me   feel   better.   No   cult   but   maybe   Lockwood   should   have   a   nudist   club.   I’ll   be   Head…   BADUM-TA.”   Imitating   a   drumming   sound   and   gesture   with   a   smirk,   “You’re   hot.   Who   the   fuck   are   you?”

floyd has seen quite the amount of dicks in his life; enough not to take it personally when another dude decides to expose himself, just like that. however, he cannot help but glance down, just a quick look, before eyes move back to studying the boy’s face. brows are now slightly raised, a soft laugh escapes. a subtle smirk on his lips as he reaches out. without a word, he takes the cigarette from the other’s lips and gracefully places it between his own, a lighter ready in one hand to get that baby going. he never breaks the eye-contact, fingers wrapping around the cigarette once more before returning it back. he exhales the smoke. “what a comical gentleman you are. what led to you ending up in this... peculiar situation?” a question he might’ve asked himself before. “oh, i’m just the janitor–– maybe a man of your dreams? we’ll see.” 

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chloesamuelss‌:

chloe was watching the boy as a small laugh left her lips, leaning back in the spot she was in as he explained and went on. “i mean, he was killed so i wouldn’t put it passed him. he wants revenge, right? on his killer. does this mean my sister is here to?”

"ooh!” her words seem to excite him more than they should. floyd shifts in his seat, suddenly giddy.  “wouldn’t you love to find out? but, for that, i’m afraid i’ll need to ask you a favor–– a lock of hair, to awaken a relative.” 

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morganhq‌:

OPEN STARTER.

“Why is everyone so obsessed with all of this bullshit, anyway?” Morgan questioned absentmindedly. Couldn’t people get over it for one second? There were more important things happening around the world than some church girl or Lockwood family member dying. It was obvious Morgan didn’t feel any sadness for what happened or what might happen. In fact, she was hoping natural selection would continue its wrath. “I don’t see anyone crying about the kids in Africa without any food, dying every single day. Do you?”

floyd raises brows at her words, but the expression remains somewhat.. pleased? amused, maybe. he makes his way over to the couch, reaches for a glass of wine; one he had placed on the shelf earlier. brushing a lock of hair behind his ear, he gracefully sits himself on the sofa, one leg swung over the other. “that is, hands down, the very worst argument i’ve heard on the matter.” he snorts. “children on a whole different continent, versus a possible serial killer case in our own very town–– which of these ideas scares you more? say neither, and i might just think you’re a self-proclaimed psychopath.” 

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( demiboy ) haven’t seen FLOYD ROSENBERG around in a while. the EZRA MILLER lookalike has been known to be (+) WELL-READ & (+) EXPRESSIVE, but HE can also be (-) EXAGGERATED & (-) MALICIOUS. The 22 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in ENGLISH LITERATURE. I believe they’re living in PEREGRINIS but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door.

what is good my sweet friends?? it’s alex again, fresh kid & rushed intro but that’s how we do it in the partyhause. it’s currently 6 am and i might be going to bed soon ?? but probs not so likes this post if you’d like to plot and we’ll get down 2 it ! 

- born in louisiana to pair of filthy rich business people. seriously, his parents own like two companies and sleep on dollars.  - so um yeah growing up, floyd and his sister had pretty much everything; expensive meals, private education, all that stuff!  - minus attentive parents!! yo, here’s the catch! his parents usually weren’t home, and so the kids were mostly raised by their nanny, who was a very intelligent woman. floyd looked up to her a lot.  - when they happened to be present, however, they’d usually complain a lot and criticize their children, especially papa rosenberg. okay, it was just the papa. their mom is actually pretty cool. in fact, floyd is a massive momma’s boy, but u didn’t hear that from me.  - a lot happened in between, but this is still a p fresh muse so ... i’m still figuring stuff out. but basically, long story short, he grew up to despise his father actually. like, because they’re both real smart guys who like to voice their opinions their personalities clash a lot.  - personality-wise he’s v sorta extra. umm, quite obnoxious at times but at the same time he’s such a character okay. he’s got that whole thing going on where you’d think he’s acting but then.. you just can’t be too sure. all his expressions are huge, overdone. kind of like a sitcom character lol.  - easy for him to become obsessed. like, he goes through these periods where he’s really, really into some thing for quite a while, and then he switches and is suddenly into something else. anyway, he’s always doing something, soo .. .  - very out there, not afraid to speak up, crack jokes. tends to cross the line bc frankly boi is also somewhat insensitive. like, for a moment it might seem like he cares about something, but then when it comes down to it, he rly doesn’t?? that’s the case especially when it comes to other people.  - um , ,, he’s actually a bit twisted?? just uh some of his ideas and beliefs and actions are just off.  - he sometimes behaves like he’s in a completely different world. always carrying that confident attitude.  - he’s well-educated and well aware of it. very preppy & thinks highly of himself.  - sometimes during conversations he suddenly just ... says something, but it’s not even directed at you?? like, he just turns and speaks into the abyss or mutters something to himself. as if he’s constantly speaking his mind.  - english literature major and super into the subject. loves books, reading is what he does bEST.  - ooh enjoys jazz music a lot.  - wardrobe consists of mostly neat, somewhat fancy but at the same time bold and exaggerated pieces. i will make a pinterest board at some point and then u shall see !!  - was friends with tatiana. actually, they were quite okay pals. he did not vote for her during the watershed, but after she died, he didn’t seem to care too much either?? see, that’s what i was talkin’ bout earlier. he .. tends to be empathetic.  - not gonna lie he could probably kill someone.  - i imagine most of his friends being girls??  - o h   also boy likes to gossip a lot. and by that i mean gather information. he likes to have dirt on ppl lmao. but despite being all out there he never overshares. makes sure that his private stuff stays ... private. haha but for how long - will flirt with people but hardly takes it further than that?? he genuinely thinks he’s so good and great and most people just aren’t “worth” hooking up with. flirting is different though, cause it’s just a game of words. he loves words.  - and that’s all i have for now !! this will 100% be updated at some point but until then i’m abe link and this has been the kill count. 

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girl promised an intro but then just kind of played friday the 13th for some hours??? haha anyway im back now & gettin down to business wo o hoo 

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bashlockwood‌:

“OH   FUCK!”   Bash   blurted   out,   hands   flying   down   to   cover   at   his   exposed   crotch,   “This…isn’t   what   it   looks   like.”   Completely   BUTT   naked   and   no   longer   alone,   cheeks   tinting   pink.

“whoa! hey, cutie!” he stands in the doorway, brows furrowed, mouth half open, but an amused smirk playing at his lips. “oh, spare yourself the trouble.” floyd dismissively waves a hand at the other’s words, leaning against the door frame. “you’re the third nude male i stumble upon this week. gosh, is it one of those infamous masturbation seasons all over again, or have i formally encountered a cult?”

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chloesamuelss‌:

“I swear to god this place is haunted. I was in the kitchen at 3 in the morning and something moved without it being touched and then I heard a knock. 3 knocks. You know what 3 knocks mean? Demons. We got fucking demons in this place you guys.”

"demons in the big apple? blood-curdling. but what would they want— what are their reasonings?” he pauses. one hand rests on the table, head is tilted to the side. brows furrow and he makes a face, as fingers tap frantically against the wooden surface. “it might be craig. our dear friend, george. maybe.. just maybe he’s feeling upset these days. furious about that body reveal. god, so gruesome. beyond insensitive, but, it’s been a couple of weeks.” he looks around, almost as if he’s talking to.. someone else in the room? “i’d let it go, georgie. chloe needs a goodnight sleep.” 

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