deliberation.

*  he  briefly  startles  from  where  he’s  hunched  over  the  wooden  slab  he  calls  a  desk.  his  traps  are  there,  jaws  gaping  and  splattered  in  blood.  he’s  been  cleaning  the  metal,  careful  to  avoid  the  trigger  that’s  larger  than  most  to  ensure  morons  are  actually  caught.  the  other  excels  at  moving  around  quietly,  he  knows  that  and  it  uneases  him.  so  he  wordlessly  stares  for  a  few  moments,  before  giving  a  half-hearted  shrug.  he  was  never  ashamed  to  admit  he  depended  on  these  contraptions,  perhaps  that’s  why  he  had  such  patience..  he’d  never  really  acknowledged  it.  it  had  never  felt  like  a  chore,  it  had  felt  like  perhaps  unfairly  getting  extra  help  *
            
            @gutslasher

⚘     @tracksyou 
                    *   claudette wasn ’ t entirely sure why this madman actually heeded her request ,  but she wasn ’ t going to complain ,  either .  one moment ,  she sat with he back against a wall as he loomed over her ,  and the next ,  she was tearing through the woods ,  literally running for her life .  she gets a feeling .  an awful ,  dreadful feeling of déjà vu .  and a realization that the chances her making it out of this alive were pitifully low   *

*  it’s  up  to  him,  isn’t  it?  whether  he  listens  to  them  or  not,  whether  he  lifts  his  crude  blade,  whether  they  escape  scrambling  with  gasping  pants.  so  he  stares  down  at  them,  ever  the  towering  presence,  weapon  languid  at  his  side.  his  lungs  are  burning,  but  no  stimulated  breaths  betray  that.  it’s  exhilaration,  whispering  to  him  and  making  his  nerves  and  muscles  crackle.  he  chooses  to  hesitate,  his  head  barely  moving.  it’s  probably  what  they  need,  that  extra  time  he  graciously  dishes  out  to  them.  they’re  doing  him  a  favour;  he  can  taste  this  chase,  he  will  savour  it  in  his  bones  and  on  his  tongue  *
            
            @WIREDIFFERENTLY

*  ah,  this  was  going  in  circles.  he  glances  fleetingly  back  down  at  the  traps  set  in  front  of  him,  lips  pressed  together  under  his  mask  in  brief  irritation.  yes,  it  might  be  his  fault  for  perhaps  ‘pettily’  refusing  to  remove  his  traps  but  he  holds  onto  the  thought  he  /is/  helping  them.  just  in  case  the  survivors  got  too  cocky,  is  all.  they  mention  a  name,  ‘joey’.  he  draws  a  blank,  he  knows  they  all  work  together  like  a  pack  of  frenzied  stray  dogs  but  they  all  merged  into  the  same  blur  at  the  end  of  the  day.  he  knew  of  frank,  really,  and  that  was  it.  by  the  time  they’re  pacing  and  have  finished  up  their  rant,  he  turns  back  to  the  traps  ahead  of  him,   already  all  too  disinterested  *
            
            @entitycalls

@tracksyou    /    *  it’s   a   bit   relaxing   to   see   that   he’s   actually   acknowledging   his   complaints   but   he   probably   sounds   like   a   whiny   teenager  .  which   he   can’t   complain   about   considering   he   is  .  *  okay   big   man  .  /  STOP  /  leaving   your   traps   around   the   snowy   place  .  y’know   the   skiing   stuff  ,  the   broken   down   machinery   and   shit  .  yeah  ,  that   place  .  i   had   joey   step   in   one   of   your   traps   and   i   had   to   come   talk   to   you   before   he   whined   to   me   for   days  .  *  he   keeps   going  ,  pacing   around   the   place   with   the   occasional   look   back   at   the   trapper  .  *

*  he  chooses  to  acknowledge  them.  he’s  sat  down,  rather  peacefully  for  once  and  his  muscles  are  relaxed.  he’s  been  mindlessly..  tinkering,  fingers  brushing  over  traps  that  need  to  be  fixed  but  languidness  never  quite  let  him  finish  the  job  required.  so  someone  disrupting  his  cycle  of  procrastination  is  welcome.  at  least,  briefly,  as  soon  as  they  open  their  mouth  and  begin  complaining.  he’s  not  surprised,  but  he  sighs  and  only  shrugs.  did  he  give  an  agreement?  he  doesn’t  recall  ever  confirming  one,  so  he  settles  on  that  *
            
            @entitycalls

@tracksyou    /    *   she   gauges   his   reactions  ,  though   it’s   hard   to   tell   from   the   distance  .  her   expression   slowly   falls   from   the   questioning   look   she   gave   him   to   a   suspicious   one  .  there   was   probably   another   trap   ,   one  that  was hidden   somewhere   in   the   tall   grass  .  now   that   she   thought   about   it  ,  she   takes   a   quick   glance   around  ,  looking   for   the   familiar   glint   of   metal   before   slowly   letting   down   her   guard   just   enough  .  *  spare   me   or   just   toy   with   me   long   enough   that   i’ll    eventually   give   up  .  or   maybe   i’ll   let   you   chase   me   until   all   the   generators   are   done  .  

*  there’s  that  dangerous  curl  of  agitation  that  stirs  in  his  gut  —  why  was  she  questioning  that?  —  but  it  disappears  as  quickly  as  it  came.  emotions  were  petty  interferences,  they  mostly  got  in  the  way  and  he  excelled  at  keeping  calm  and  having  a  one-track  mind.  he  watches  them  initiate  the  distance,  chooses  to  not  react  to  that  and  toy  with  them  as  some  would.  but  he  only  shrugs,  refusing  to  cooperate  in  this  conversation  with  an  explanation.  it’d  be  too  easy  then,  if  she  got  trapped  and  all  he  had  to  do  was  tower  above  her  and  drive  her  downfall  down.  yes,  boring  *
            
            @palletvault

@tracksyou    /    *   she   follows   his   finger  ,  slowing   down   enough   to   see   the   glint   in   the   grass  .  immediately   reeling   back   from   the   trap   as   if   she   can   already   feel   the   sharp   teeth   digging   into   her   ankle  .  well  ,  that   was   quite   odd   from   them   to   actually   point   out   their   own   traps   or   whatever  .  meg   hops   over   an   open   window   to   put   some   distance   between   the   two   before   she   stares   at   him  .  raising   an   eyebrow   in   confusion  .  *  why   did   you  ..  point   out    your   own   trap  .  you   could   have   gotten   me   if   you   didn’t  ,  i   was   running   in   that   direction  .

//;  B R O !!!
            
            @BLOODECHOES

//;  oh me too me too,,,, it hurts ok
            
            @WIREDIFFERENTLY 

/  bro it be like thattt  :’)))  like I have no impulse control i cri

//;  oh mood,,, i just have an unhealthy obsession of making as many anons as possible and being active on them before neglecting them for ages aaaaaaa!!
            
            @WIREDIFFERENTLY

//;  ghostface?  legion?  idk them i only know trapper 
            
            @entitycalls 

/    fuck   ghostface   we   trapper   mains   now

@tracksyou    /    his eyes narrow behind his blood stained mask  ,  knowing that he was understanding what the teen was saying yet he said nothing  .  well  ,  not the weirdest thing he has came across considering there is that weird michael myers guy  .  who gave him the creeps when he caught him staring  .  it was slightly different though , vague actions and wordless answers that he seemed to understand  .  “  so  ,,  i guess that’s an agreement then  .  you stop leaving traps around and  ,,  and yeah  .  that’s pretty much it i guess  .  “  frank trails off  ,  catching his knife between his fingers before putting it away  .  his anger slowly dissolved now that he didn’t have an exact reason to be mad about  .

*  snow..  yes.  he  remembers  those  days,  when  the  estate  had  winters  hit  it  hard.  the  land  would  become  white,  and  whenever  he  was  sent  out  to  hunt  and  trap  and  whittle  down  his  prey  even  he  had  to  be  careful.  he  learnt,  though,  saw  telltale  signs.  he  eyes  them,  as  if    truly  considering   ridding  the  misery  of  avoiding  traps  forever  from  their  life.  he’ll  think  about  it.  he  continues  to  listen,  because  that’s  what  he’s  good  at.  listening  and  doing,  doing  for  one  specific  man  and  not  so  much  for  other  people.  the  survivors..  yes,  it’s  doubtful  they’ll  come  across  here.  but  he  was  always  a  man  of  taking  precautions,  thinking  of  the  worst  scenarios.  they  said  you  needed  to  be  several  steps  ahead  of  a  creature  like  him,  but  he  was  already  an  entire  mile  ahead  always.  it’s  how  he  functioned.  so  again,  he  only  gives  a  shrug.  let  them  think  that,  he  was  doing  them  a  favour.  paranoia,  is  what  some  would  say.  survival,  is  what  would  retort  if  he  saw  them  worthy  of  such  verbal  conversation  *
            
            @entitycalls 

@tracksyou    /    "  i mean at least keep the traps outta our area  .  you can have them somewhere else but stay off our place  .  they get hard to see with the snow piling up on them and shit  .  "  he continues  ,  still complaining until he gets a response  .  slowly starting to quiet down as he leans against a tree  ,  fiddling with his knife  .  "  though i don't understand why you leave them lying around anyways  .  doesn't make any sense for them to be all over the place  .  it ain't like the survivors will reach us here  .  "