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Isaac O'Connor ([personal profile] stormsoff) wrote2020-02-18 11:54 pm
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-03-08 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ ahhhh. okay. makes sense. she swallows hard, brushing at her eyes, and tries to put her feelings in a box. or - rather, someone else's. isaac might get a bit of it, the anguish, self-hatred, panic and guilt. ]

Do you wanna sit down with me a bit? I should tell you all the stuff I've heard this week.
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-03-08 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
I know. [ she gives him a watery smile. ] S'okay, babe. Most of it isn't mine, it's Hunter's.

[ don't get her wrong, she's upset. but. she goes to flop down against the wall, wincing. ]

C'mere. If you can manage to stomach sitting next to me for a bit. [ jokes for her emotional!! support teen!! ]
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-03-08 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ It makes her laugh a little! hiccupy laughter, but laughter all the same. she pulls him close when he tucks in, and - there's a sensation of peace, from her. ]

So you know how I went through the hospital, right? Hunter and -- [ deep breath. ] Hunter and his group found a morgue. And the shit we found in each is... why I feel like your ghost theory might not be wrong.
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-03-08 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
Most of it was just horrific shit, but. We found patient files. Four of them. And they all said shit like - the patients were suffering from a weird sickness. All the notes were in blue pen.

The morgue team found a list of names of previous guests, and research notes. The research notes talked about how people were - losing their minds, but their bodies stayed functional. Like monsters. The hospital had people sewn together chasing us around.

[ she closes her eyes. ] I think this might be an experiment. I think we're experiments.
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-03-08 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know. Maybe to see if he can make monsters.

Me and a couple others have been theorizing that he wants bodies. Victims and monsters. So he can see he long they last as reanimations, after they're dead, or transformed.
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-03-08 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. I think the girls are more interested in helping us than Blue is. I still don't trust them, but I trust Blue even less.

I talked to him. Me and Phoenix, we rang the blue bell. Couldn't be assed to show up to talk to us, but he sent us a letter.
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-03-08 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Peach said that was technically possible. We can change the rules.

[ she nods a little. she's - struggling, here and there, hunter's emotions very, very present in her head, but she's trying. ] The letter was next to useless. He didn't really answer our questions.
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-03-08 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. She keeps telling me to talk to people too. [ beau has gathered it's the power of friendship that's gonna turn the tides, probably.

she pulls him a little closer, trying to stay present. ]


We asked him a few questions. Like what are we here for, why is he busy. Why did he hire the girls. It was all non-answers. Like "they're better at talking to guests, sorry for the unforeseen delays, glad you're working together, bye."
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-03-11 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Right? [ she says, slightly indignant. ] Fucker doesn't even have time for his guests.

But - yeah. I think you're right. We should probably have some sort of group meeting soon. Secrets don't usually do any of us any good. Especially if we're trying to make it out of here alive.
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-03-11 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know, man, we'll - we'll figure it out. Soon.

[ she sighs out slow, though. ] Maybe when my brain isn't melting out of my ears. And - after, um. Tomorrow.

[ the execution. she closes her eyes again, and there's that echo of all of hunter's roiling emotions again. she flinches. just a bit. ]