#* 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 : do as the romans do.
006: 𝐣𝐨𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠'𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞
woodsboro, california - 1996. a year ago, joe goldberg received physical evidence that his father, hank goldberg, and his girlfriend’s mother, maureen prescott, were having an affair. distraught by the news, debbie goldberg decides to leave her husband to raise her son on her own, but eventually ends up abandoning joe and leaving him to be raised by his father instead. roman, mrs. prescott’s illegitimate son and the one who also gave joe the tape of the affair, convinces joe that murder is the only option for revenge.
with his best friend, stu macher, by his side, they plan the murder and frame one of maureen’s many lovers, cotton weary. with a taste for blood and the excitement of hiding behind a mask as disguise, both of the young men continue to wreak havoc in woodsboro. bodies begin to show up left and right as they perfect their craft - late night phone calls with a side of stalking.
between the anniversary of mrs. prescott’s death and the breaking news of a couple of teenagers having been murdered, sidney is on edge. she hasn’t been the same since her mom died and joe makes sure he is there for her in any way possible. he shows up to her house late one night, but not as himself - as ghost face. he terrifies sidney to the point where she attempts calling the police. and just as ghost face disappears, joe appears outside her bedroom window. he knows it’s wrong, but he enjoys being needed more and will do whatever it takes to have sidney in his arms.
things go south when a cell phone falls from joe’s pocket while comforting sidney after the attack - assumed by her to be the same one that was making a call to her home earlier that night. deputy dewey ends up finding the ghost face mask on the scene and joe is accused of terrorizing sidney and is arrested and taken to the police station. upon release with no evidence against him, he returns to his girlfriend’s life. but to no avail, it doesn’t appear to work.
in a fit of rage over sidney not trusting him any longer, joe murders her best friend, tatum, in the garage at a small house party - permanently severing ties to the one person who would be on sidney’s side. moments later, he shows up to the party as himself and goes off to talk with sidney and apologize to her for the things he said as a last and final attempt of reconciliation. the conversation leads to them having sex, but as soon as sidney begins questioning and showing an inkling of doubt, joe snaps like a rubber band and it’s revealed that ghost face has been himself and stu all along. after a long winded chase throughout the house and right before he brutally murders sidney, she asks why he’s doing all of this and his answer is a simple one - vengeance.
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@halechief: i miss being half of something.
“you were so much more than half, claire.” an instinct gets the best of him and causes him to say that, but a chill begins to settle in the aftermath as he chews on what she means. what she’s really saying about her marriage to francis, what he might spend the rest of his life wondering about but never truly understand. what it means to find something of yourself in another person, and whats left of you when they’re gone. for a while, all that lingers between them is her cigarette smoke, suspended in a cloud, brightened under the moon. he clears his throat. “what do you miss most about it?”
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@halechief said, “i've always hated this place.”
the air is thin and sterile as it burns in his chest with every shallow inhale, tenuous upon the intermittent beeping in the background of her labored breathing. he was almost too uncomfortable to make much noise, or do anything that would disturb the atmosphere, even if the atmosphere didn’t truly feel designed to promote genuine healing outside of what the machines could do for her.
“so have i.” strictly speaking the doctors have not advised her against talking. it just feels reckless for her to get worked up. however, it would be especially cruel to deny her a place to put her anger at a time like this. he picks up his chair to face it more towards her bed, lifting the legs off the ground so they wouldn’t grate against the tile. “hospitals always make me feel small.”
it’s for that reason that chris has made almost comical attempts to avoid them when the costs were only to himself. this time there was nowhere else for him to be but here, and he wouldn’t leave until she asked, or she was leaving with him. “what’re you thinking about, claire?”
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@tahitiwoke said, “if i had standards or scruples, i wouldn’t be here.”
“well, i have enough standards for the both of us and i’d like to leave.” it’s been decided that phil is in no condition to be driving anywhere. decided by chris, anyway. as the person that was for whatever reason summoned to this hole in the wall to deal with a growingly less sober phil coulson by the minute, he feels entitled to make that call.
“c’mon, i won’t charge you as much as a taxi. we’ll figure out a way to pick up your car in the morning.” there’s a look of understanding between chris and the bartender when he hands over his card to close out phil’s tab that is the cut off point. “let’s go, i’m taking you home.”
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@tahitiwoke said, “you have to stop treating me like the enemy.”
“i’ve only been responding to the precedent you set, phil,” chris smiles, something small but sharp, like the needles end. "and i don’t like not being allowed to do what i was hired to do.”
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@tahitiwoke said, “'right' is a tiny box made by people who feel afraid.”
this feels like coulson is testing him, wading his fingers through the waters of the new guy’s conscience, checking if it runs as cold as it’s obviously expected to.
after a few moments of consideration, weighing all of his options, chris shakes his head. “i disagree.” he goes back to shuffling through the papers on his desk and putting them in their respective piles. he’s only been here for a few days, but the space he’s taken up already looks pretty well lived in. “i can see how that mentality might be valuable in your position. maybe even mine, sometimes. but generally that’s not how i see things.”
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@ingeanue said: reminder i'd like us to JUST stay friends! i know that is difficult for you!
" why even take it that far when being pre-acquaintances suits us much better? “ which is an odd thing to say as he paints a clay face mask onto her forehead with his finger tips, but he’s doing so with a strictly platonic tenderness. “ i thought we didn’t like labels. “
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* @gunbash : liked for a starter.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 the mid day heat feels like more of a soothe than a sting on the back of his neck. the sun brings the brick street of the market to a brilliant red and envelopes the district in the fever of july. it’s thawing him , wringing the tension of out his body without needing to be asked.
that’s what summer is for. he enjoys spending a handful of its sundays here , tasting the tang of fresh peaches on the breeze and testing the skill of leatherwork , the soft grain under his thumb. but he rarely takes any of it home with him.
“ flea markets remind me of my mom. “ he says to sebastian , looking at him between the dangling strands of a home crafted wind chime. he reaches up and catches one of its swinging pieces of buffed sea glass in his fingers. “ she’d go nuts over this sort of thing. have you ever been here before? “
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