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[drugrush]

@irnwll​ random ass starter

          Being ignored by Jake wasn’t an unusual occurrence for Felix, for he had a way of getting under his skin. Sometimes it was intentional, the blond figuring out all the little ways that he could push Jake’s buttons and get a rise out of him, and sometimes it was genuinely just a clash of personality types. While Felix was social and outgoing and loud, always having something to say and liking to start shit and get into trouble, Jake was a bit more reserved and cold. In some ways, they could be described as polar opposites: the most unlikely of friends. If they hadn’t met the way they did, it was likely they wouldn’t pay each other any mind. It was entirely possible that Jake would’ve avoided him entirely and assumed the worst of him, while Felix would’ve figured Jake was just another typical rich asshole who didn’t give a shit about those in poverty.

          Grabbing a stress ball off a nearby shelf, Felix tossed it up and down a few times in his hand, getting a feeling for the weight of it. Jake was in the process of walking down the aisle, trying to find the things they’d need for the road trip they were going to go on, and he was completely unaware of what was about to hit him--literally. Pulling his arm back to take aim, Felix then whipped the stress ball full speed down the aisle. Half a second later, it smacked Jake on the back of the head with a startlingly loud noise. It had been enough to make Felix come undone and start laughing, his lanky figure bent over to put his hands against his knees and support himself. He knew that had to have hurt, but that was sort of the point. ❝ Yo, fuckin’ listen to me. ❞

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[irnwll]

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@irnwll​ continued from here

Reading Jake was still difficult for Shiloh, as she was still getting to know him and he was always managing to surprise her, be it with the unexpected wealthy background that he’d failed to bring up, or the fact that he was much more in tune with nature than she ever would have guessed. It was for that reason that she was never sure where her comments would land with him, and getting sassy with him was a bit of a gamble. Without taking the time to weigh her odds this time, however, her remark had sort of just rolled off of her tongue, a grin on her face that made the dimples in her cheeks show.

Of course, Shiloh wasn’t one to be making fun of anyone for their sizes, being that she was only five feet tall and she weighed about one-hundred pounds while soaking wet, but when next to Felix, just about everyone looked comically tiny. Much to her relief, Jake had taken the comment with a grain of salt and had even laughed about it, the smile on his face pulling her own wider. She liked seeing him smile, as it was a rare sight compared to the others in the new group that she’d suddenly found herself thrown into.

A laugh snorted out of the tiny brunette after he’d told her to ‘shut up,’ her footsteps carrying her over to the wall to lean against it. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never been the bigger person when it comes to Felix. Not metaphorically or physically,” she chuckled, gesturing to her small frame with a motion of her hands. “He’s always under my skin in one way or another. He’s like a little kid though. He just does this shit because he likes the attention. He wants to get a rise out of you just to see if he can.” She rolled her eyes, still grinning. “What a pain in the fucking ass.”

Shiloh had only known Felix for a few months, but already she could peg him for fitting perfectly into that category. He was wild and unpredictable, and immature in so many ways, and nobody could deny how ridiculously childish he could be sometimes. As annoying as it could be at times though, it was also part of his charm.

#irnwll #v;main verse #shiloh x jake

[everhaunted]

Halloween was normally a day that Shiloh liked to sleep through and avoid altogether, being that her life already seemed to be following the plot of a shitty d-list horror movie anyways. The thought of being surrounded by more nightmarish imagery just sounded overwhelming, if not boring, as nothing really scared her anymore after the torment that she’d endured from the spirits and otherworldly creatures that had haunted her for so many years. Severed heads? Dangling limbs? Burnt flesh? Missing eyeballs? She’d seen it all. On this year, however, she’d decided to take her friend’s up on their offer to go down to the festival that was being held at the corn maze. It was a two hour drive, but it sounded as though it would be worth it. It was the biggest corn maze in the world, after all.

Because Shiloh hadn’t dressed up since she was a child, she’d actually put thought into her costume this year and she’d even splurged a little while shopping for it. Dipping into her tiny jar of savings was something that she rarely did, but she’d thought it to be for a special occasion after she’d fallen in love with the plague doctor costume that she’d found in the thrift shop.

Pulling up in front of Felix’s lot, Shiloh parked her old taxi cab, slipped her mask on and then proceeded to make her way over towards his trailer, arriving just in time to watch three playboy bunnies leaving through the front door in skimpy outfits. She didn’t recognize two of them, but she knew that the third, the one with the pink hair, was Phoenix. She wasn’t shocked to see that Felix was going as Hugh Hefner. “Cool costume,” she spoke sarcastically after the three girls had left, her voice muffled slightly by the coverage from her mask. She glanced up at him. “You’re kind of just a lonely old man in fancy pajamas now though. Hopefully Jake and Rylan show up as bunnies.”

@drugrush @irnwll​ @mechbeaut​

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| @irnwll continued from here.

Hospitals had always given Steve the sensation of something too  sterile to be comfortable. They had reeked of death and pain and misery. The last time he had been in one was when his grandmother was slowly letting go of life. Memories fill him to the brim. Something he wished he could forget, watching a person die hadn't been anything he had expected to do, nor would he ever wish such a thing on a person, yet, death had been such a reality for him, that his grandmother's last breath in front of his eyes didn't really seem that bad. Not compared to what had laid inside of the Fog. Not having dying endlessly over and over again by the hands of killers who wanted nothing more than the splatter o their blood across the ground, soaking the meat hooks or glittering upon the blade of their weapons. He draws a heavy sigh at the thought. Steve was thankful to be back, away from the devastation and the darkness and the slow drain of hope and everything happy, but this wasn't his world. This wasn't his era and he knew that. He was a fish out of water. Nothing screamed the 80's except for their silly call backs to his time. The way they professed their supposed love to it by having nights dedicated to it, the music blaring over speakers of all kinds. It wasn't the same and he knew it. What the hell was a cell phone outside of the realm and why were people seemingly obsessed with emojis here more than there? The realm, he grew to understand, this place? It still stood as a mystery but at least he had his friend. The kids were here as if everything had been the same. And of course, there was Quentin at his side.

Silence fills the halls, as feet had stopped at the elevator. The stairs were next to him but it was faster when visiting a patient in a private room. No one wanted to climb three flights of them just to walk even further down the hall and then some. Basketball kept him in shape. Running killers, vaulting windows, anything to do with pallets, all had kept him in shape, but stairs? Some things would always stay in the back part of his mind. Never something he'd force upon himself. Though, despite the thought, the silence of the hall is broken from the sound of the elevator door chiming open, a man who held himself so high, Steve wanted to ask how far the stick was shoved up his ass, but he knows better. His father had taught him those manners in a way he refused to admit happen, even as he thinks about it. This man had the same air about him, the way he carried himself. The way his shirt had looked upon his body. Even the way his hair was groomed and the look in his eyes. Steve wanted to smack him with a good right hook that he had learned hit well when he fought that Russian in a far away land, but he doesn't. Even as this perfectly poised man brushes by him, nose turned up, chin held straight, Steve wanted to slip him his father's phone number and tell him to give the man a call in lessons to be a douche, instead, he simply nods a greeting, walking into the elevator and pressing the button to his desired floor.

Jake had become something of an unexpected connection. Unexpected friend. Unexpected family. The fog had brought them together and at first, it was hard for the king of a high school to get along with someone so quiet and closed off but eventually, Steve had pushed his way past that exterior enough to land somewhere in Jake's life and that was enough for him, even if it meant that Steve was going to keep pushing. Keep getting to know Jake and show him his type of friendship and family. After all, Steve wasn't a bad guy, he just sometimes had questionable habits and ways of looking at the world. Sometimes he was cocky, other times he had a caring heart that bled upon his sleeves. Still, Jake's room door sat in front of him, propped just a sliver open for when the nurses decided it was time for their rounds, but as Steve had stopped, the sound made his heart beat one pulse too quick. The hairs on the back of his neck rose and he swallows. Jake didn't cry, at least not when Steve was around. So if this closed off man was *sobbing* alone in a room, who had hurt him and why? Steve pushes the door open, anger lightly tickling it's way up Steve's entire body, starting from his toes, to his shins. Light gaze looks around, no signs of others in here, good. He wanted to be alone with Jake at a moment so vulnerable like this. "Jake?" The name came out so light upon lips that it felt like nothing more than a breath of air caressing skin. "What happened? Memories?" The question leaves before he has time to think, even though he's pulling up the closest chair, sitting beside the bed. "If you wanna talk, you know I'm here but I'm not going to force you. Just...cry it out."

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[mechbeaut]

@irnwll​ continued from here.

In truth, the interactions that Rylan had had with Jake may had been seen as few, but they had been enough to make her wonder just where she stood with the other. Not as if she really cared but a part of her wondered if they were just fire and ice? Had they crossed paths in a different light would things had been different or would Jake seem to be able to get under her skin the way he appeared to do so easily now? That was the thing, wasn't it? She knew she would never know that answer until they had spent more time around each other but that had meant they must both be willing to be in the other's company. A small fret for such a large question. Though, Rylan would also be quick to admit that Jake wasn't terrible. In a way, he reminded her of someone but she couldn't put her finger on who and that was a thought that would probably eventually drive her crazy if she hadn't gotten the answer quick enough for her liking. Yet, as she stood here, arms crossed over small chest, back pressed against the wall behind her, she was relaxed. Not angry or quick to yell at him. Her tone held sarcasm behind it's words and an eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

"Yeah?" She pauses just then, her eyebrow still raised as her expression changes to a slight form of confusion. Were those times he rode on the back of her bike with small conversations here and there not enough for him to form an opinion? Or all those stunts this group seemed to get into not enough? She had to have his back just as much as he had hers, or least, that's what it felt like but she didn't mind not being close. After all, closeness meant letting someone in and she couldn't quite see herself letting Jake in so quickly. "I think all we're all pretty quick to blame Felix for most things. Shiloh, on the other hand, is pretty fun to be around. Good ideas too." She pauses then and Rylan would be one of the first to admit that Jake didn't seem to care about spending time with her and that was fine. She wouldn't judge him based off that or decide if she liked him but she also knew that in order for either of them to get that answer, time was meant to be had. "Maybe you and I should change that, huh? Start spending more time together and we'd both be able to answer a few questions we may have."

Brows knit together at the way Jake throws his hand out at her. Was he serious? Did he really think that she did this? What a joke that seemed to be and the thought made a small smirk cross her features, unable to hold it back, even if it was small and he'd have to be looking for it to know. "I'm not using some bullshit deflection." Rylan retaliates easily, her tone just as relaxed as her body was leaning against the wall. She's unmoved. Doesn't even give more than a glance to his outstretched hand, nor does she unfold her own arms from over her chest. "And I am defending myself. If it were me, then I would have come clean. Do you really see me as some five year old who tries to blame someone else for a mistake?" Her question doesn't change her tone but it does cause her eyebrow to raise again. She's genuinely curious on his answer. How does Jake Park want to see Rylan Upsur but how does Rylan want to see Jake? That's a question she still doesn't have an answer to just yet.

#irnwll #ch: Jake #verse: tbt

[portectorisms]

@irnwll​ said: ❝ you’re the one who asked me to join you. ❞ | from this meme | Accepting.

In truth, Jake is right. Bellamy was the one that asked the other to join him on this silly little mission of figuring out a way to do this. A way to get away with it and not have anyone else realize what was happening before it was time, but there were moments in the discussion where Bellamy wanted to ring Jake's neck. It would be useful for input but he forgets, not everyone has had the holidays work the way he has. Jake's family is different than Bellamy's. Their holidays were held differently than his, if at all. It hadn't yet been a question on the elder Blake's mind to ask.

A sigh rolls over his lips as he sits back in the chair, spine pressing into it as his right hand settles on the table top, the pencil falling to the smooth surface easily. The list of what to make was short. The turkey was always a must. Along with ham hawks and sweet potatoes or mashed, he wasn't sure on that one yet. Of course there had to be cranberry sauce, it was a staple at any thanksgiving feast along with rolls and homemade gravy. Then the list stopped. It was everything else he had struggled with.

Asking for ideas seemed to be a little bit more of a challenge, considering Bellamy had a secret he wasn't exactly admitting to. He had never truly celebrated the holiday the way he was planning it out with Jake. He had never done the full feast or had more than just his sister and Kane to the table. He'd make the turkey and Kane made the ham and Octavia did the sides but it wasn't much, just everything already listed. He wasn't in his element here and he didn't want to show that. A soldier in a situation they didn't understand even if they faked it? He had to mentally shake that from himself.

"Alright then, Jake." He breathes, sitting forward and picking the pencil back up in his right hand. Hazelnut gaze shifting from the pad of paper in front of him to the man sitting across the table. The man who could help out in most situations, which is why Bellamy had called upon him for help. "How did you celebrate thanksgiving? What did you have on the table?" His features soften as he asks, family is never an easy subject and it makes him think of his own family. Would his mother have celebrated this properly with them if things had been different or would she still be gone during the nights, doing whatever it was she did to get money and keep the roof over their heads? Would she have let the holidays been like the movies for them? Would they have their friends over and a large feast with smiles and laughter for hours around the table? He hates thinking about it. Hates imagining it but it's there and it's stuck in his mind's eye. It's all he can see.

"Truth be told, I didn't really do this or anything for the holidays. We'd have turkey and ham with mashed potatoes and gravy, but nothing really special. Guess I kinda want to do the whole Food Network shit with our group since we're kinda meant to be a family, huh?"

#irnwll #ch: Jake Park #tbt (group verse || Closed)

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@irnwll​

          Felix had been the first to run from the scene when he heard the sound of sirens nearing and police barking out commands. Another drug deal busted, which meant another location that would have to be left to collect dust for a while since the police would be keeping an eye on it. He was fast on his feet, but putting distance between him and the police was proving to be challenging this time around, and so after hopping a fence in an alleyway and running straight for the road, he yanked open the passenger door to the nearest vehicle.

          Gun drawn after he’d climbed in and shut the door behind him, he pointed it towards the driver, who had been waiting at a red light that had just turned green. Sometimes the weapon was empty and used as a bluff, and other times he had it loaded and ready to go if absolutely necessary. Firing it but missing was usually enough to make someone piss their pants in fear, yet also a good way to attract unwanted attention because of how loud it was. ❝ Don’t fucking try anything. Drive, ❞ Felix ordered him. With his free hand, he pulled up his hood to go over top of the hat he wore. He’d at least be less recognizable with his bleach blond hair covered.

          Felix didn’t really plan on harming the driver. At least not severely. At most, he’d knock him out by whipping him with his gun, but he hoped that it wouldn’t come down to that and he’d be cooperative. It would be more of a hassle to have to maneuver his unconscious body around and move over into the seat himself; especially if the seat was cramped. ❝ Do you know of that old abandoned clubhouse in the East of the city? ❞ God, he hoped he was familiar with the area and wasn’t just passing through, but he could direct him if needed. ❝ Go there. ❞ It would be a temporary place to stay, at least until the cops stopped patrolling the area and their search turned cold. He did not plan on going back to jail.

#irnwll #⋅ ◆ ⋆ ❛ 𝕀ℕ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊 ❜ ┊ ◤ jake ◢ ┊ 𝒾𝓇𝓃𝓌𝓁𝓁

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[mechbeaut]

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There's a moment where she purses her lips together, gaze narrowing but not at anyone in particular. Instead, she simply just sits there, back pressed against a giant log that others had been sitting on around her. Knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. She's enjoying the warmth of the fire, even if her glare is directed at it in general. Her head had started to pound about an hour ago. Too many shocks from Happy Mc Zapster and she could still feel it. God, what she wouldn't give for a bottle of hard booze or maybe even a cigarette to release the tension that's built in her shoulders. Then again, Rylan had known better than to come to the campfire if she sought peace and quiet. Her room would be more equipped for that but she wanted company. Desired it. Death felt too alone. Something far too personal she wanted to actually let sit with her. She still remembers the first time the Entity had taken her and it sends a chill down her spine, raising the small hairs on the back of her neck and she wraps her arms tighter around her knees, begging the fire for it's warmth wordlessly. It had been Dwight talking off her ear. Something about finances she hadn't really cared for or paid much attention but with every passing word, the pounding in her head only grew more steadily apparent. Light gaze shifts from the dancing flames to the man in the spectacles and what she wouldn't give to shove a sock in his mouth or even a piece of bark, something, anything to make him stop talking. It's when the words slipped from her lips without realization. Uttered under her breath in a way that she was hoping no one else could hear, but that was never the luck of the draw here.

There's a raise of an eyebrow the moment she hears Jake's voice usher a reply to her statement. "Who said I was talking about Felix?" She replies easily, a small trace of humor etching into her voice just then before her light gaze shifts from dancing flames to look at Jake then to the forest. To be honest, it wasn't a bad idea, heading to the forest for some time away from the chatter at the fire. At least then, her headache may have a chance of subsiding than having to listen to Dwight continue on with his passionate speech, which she's pretty sure has changed to a different topic by now. "You really don't like him that much, huh? To the point you'd choose death over listening to him?" It's a genuine question. One she's actually curious to find out the answer to. Felix wasn't a terrible guy. He could get her to laugh and he wasn't bad to look at either. "Is there anyone else here you hate that much or just him?"

#irnwll #ch: Jake #dead by daylight:tbt