Half of Lonnie's hair was falling from their tangled ponytail, as they steadily grew more and more frazzled. "I can't bring this to John. He's busy with an upcoming game."
They paced in front of their friends. "But I have to tell someone. I can't... Things are getting intense. Moreso than I thought. Amanda and Mark... John won't admit it, but they are going to kill each other one day; and if somehow they don't, then they're at least going to get us all caught! Mandy is... good at covering her tracks, until it comes to her players. I can't-- it's just a hunch, but-- fuck, she welded the only door shut in one of her games. John would never approve that. And Mark! Mark is sloppy. He doesn't really want to be there, so he's only concerned with his own ass-- and if John even lives past the next game, then it could bring us all down, and--"
Their breath was shuddery when it rushed out. "The world needs Jigsaw."
@peranarkia speaks to my saw love fr fr
They just listen in their chairs. Tossing a ball back and forth as they did. Amusedly and sympathetically chuckling here and there at poor Lonnie's worries.
"Lonnie, sweetie, you already said the solution. You're just overthinking too hard," Nina gently chided. It wasn't their fault. The girls loved how their redhaired compatriot thought so quickly and thoroughly most days. But, it could sometimes get the better of them. Diedre grinned in agreement, slightly nodding.
"'They're going to kill each other one day,'" she echoed sing-songedly. "You know it. It's not just a hyperbole. Come on, we can feel it. Let them battle out the last one standing." It would be easier to handle that way. Weed out the weak and the problems. Even if it made this little oddball group smaller. They couldn't keep having fuck-ups on this scale. Cheating? Ridiculous.
"Personally," Nina kept the ball and leaned foward on her elbows a bit, "I think it'll be Mark. As much as I prefer Mandy's company and hate to admit it." There just was too many ways for that to go down wrong. And they did hate to admit it, but the facts were the facts.
"But like you said, we'll get ruined if he can't clean up his acts." Diedre stood up and put a gentle hand on their shoulder. "Let the last one standing take the falls, Lonnie. You can go from there. Working yourself into a panic attack won't help though. So breathe, love. Want a seat? I can braid up your hair, get it out of the way more."
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Something funny about the possibility of Lucky Guy being just that. A guy. Went to the manor with his closest friend for fun, only to end up in a hellhole all alone
The other survivors and hunters have all these complicated and rich backstories of why they came to the manor and Lucky just thinks to himself that he shouldn't have taken anything for granted back then. Worrying about his thesis and rushing to class looks so much easier now that he's in a game of life and death
He feels stupid for having gone to the manor. Test his luck? Yeah right. Lucky was too selfish. And now it cost him everything.
The first time the survivors and hunters finally step out of the manor, he doesn't believe it at first. The others celebrate, feeling like a huge burden has been lifted off of their shoulders.
Only Lucky stands to the side, staring at the phone in his hand. So many missed messages and calls.
(What was once cloth and cotton has turned into flesh and blood.)
Emma tries to call Lucky over to celebrate as well. Lucky looks up from the screen, and the gardener tries not to blanch at the dead look on his face. His eyes look tired.
"I need to get home."
And he still has that thesis to worry about.
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Is ghost leo supposed to restart every time you turn him on? Bc i turned off my laptop and when i turned it on he did the introduction sequence again
No, you are only supposed to do introduction song and dance once. Make sure not to interrupt him while he does it, and play it to the end. If you still have troubles with it, please dm me.
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ive had cyberpunk thoughts all week. nd since i cant play (it messed my tv screen up. cries.) i decided to try and. character train with little ficlet thoughts. and ive been lamenting for a bit but i have a thing.
...The room echoed with his footsteps. He walked around, looking for someone. His eyes couldn't see but a foot in front of him. "Hey.. hey, where am I? This isn't funny. If you're playing some joke on me, its not fucking fu-" He was cut off as he called out into the echo. He had bumped into something. As he stumbled back a bit, he tried to grab onto it. Hands pulled him closer. Two of them in a hug of sorts.
...It was Jackie. But- wait, no. No, Jackie's dead now. Jackie's gone. His body's gone. He shouldn't be here. But V couldn't care about how this was happening, or why, when, what, who. He was absolutely stunned to feel something familiar again. Everything felt like a blur of grey and red since he learned about the chip. When he learned that if he doesnt act fast, and with urgency, he'll cease to be himself. He'll be piloted by a dead man with a second chance.
He needed this. No words are spoken, but he can't seem to let go. He can't get over it. It hurts his heart everytime he thought about it. How he fought with him, how he got snappy and irritated just before his death, how he couldn't get him the help he needed in time. How, if he had been faster, if everything had been more tactical, Jackie might still be here. T-Bug might still be in her apartment. This chip may've never embedded into him. They'd all be rich and happy together.
But as soon as he felt happy, he was jolted awake by someone. "Get up. I'm not waiting for you." ...Johnny. He rolled over with a groan to see him standing beside the bed, cigarette in hand. V felt like his lungs were filling with smoke, coughing. He hated that. "Move on. He's dead. Bein a fuckin crybaby isn't gonna make him magically come back." Johnny spoke with anger and bluntness. He was such an asshole. "Ugh. You ever have a friend die in front of you? It's... It's fuckin depressing, Johnny." V's voice was quiet and tired. "I don't do friends. Get in the way. Now get up, and get dressed. We have shit to do."
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WHAT TYPE OF VILLAIN ARE YOU?
No Moral Compass
You are cold, analytical, and you strive to be as objective as a person of flesh and blood can be. Either don't understand the concepts of good and evil, or you understand it perfectly and think it's a load of bull. Some may call you selfish, some may call you unfeeling, but you're just doing what you believe will yield the best results, plain and simple. Why bother with petty ideals of right or wrong when you can do what will actively help those you give a fuck about? Your goals may be selfish or noble or anything in between, but you will not let anyone make you feel like garbage for going after them. You couldn't care less about what people brand you as. You just care about getting shit done by any means necessary.
The Betrayer
You like to do things up close and personal. As personal as you can get. You are an excellent actor, and you do adore putting on a smile knowing your worst enemy, the one you hate the most, doesn't suspect a thing when they tell you their deepest secrets. Your only motivation is revenge, and revenge you shall get. Perhaps you loved them once, long ago, but any fondness for your target you once felt has long since warped and twisted into perverse obsession, laced with malice and venom and seething hatred. Good or evil does not matter to you. All that matters is they get what they deserve.
tagged by : @sortilegii ( thank you always! i had to do both, yk i did )
tagging : points at the dash. every single one of you, take it and say i tagged you bc im ordering you to.
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@zankokukami sent: ya look as bad as i feel. ( for nishiki from majima ! )
john wick franchise prompts | accepting
Been hearing a lot similar shit of late. His left eye looked
Majima’s way, wondering what he was even going for with
this. A means of rubbing all of this shit in his face? He’d
always seemed pretty friendly with Kiryu, but he’d never
gotten much on the right foot with him. His own actions
didn’t exactly help that either during those years he was
the head of his family.
But what he was saying... He wasn’t sure whether it was
bait to ask or not. For now, Nishiki wouldn’t take it. Instead,
he just kept his expression relatively neutral. Unintentionally
looking a touch pathetic in the eyes.
“Don’t you have Kiryu to bother?”
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