There’s always new faces in the fog, and people that Julie has never seen before. It was never a surprise, she wouldn’t learn their names so why did she even begin to care?
Crouching down at a generator, blonde wig tied up into a bun. The man who walked up to her was not who she thought it was; she never had an inkling, but she always made guesses before she saw them. She thought the only man here would be David King. Yet, there was a white streak of hair where David’s hair is shaved to the scalp. Her eyes trailed downwards, keeping an eye on the generator. Keep it from blasting in her face. It didn’t really work that way for her, she wasn’t working on the generator. She wasn’t letting it progress at all as she worked on it. It’d be slowed down at the very least. That wasn’t the thing, though. She noticed a missing hand - mechanical… What? How had David lost a hand, and grown his hair back? That didn’t make sense… It wasn’t until she noticed the blue button-up, and the whole picture came together.
“Ashley Williams?” Julie isn’t able to stop herself from blurting that out. She’s the killer, so she doesn’t react normally to a survivor making so much noise. Maybe it gave herself away. On top of that, the generator ‘blew up’. The Entity giving her a notification of that, despite her being the one doing it. She looked at the man in front of her with stars in her eyes. How could he be real, and in front of her? It made no sense. What had he done to deserve being here? Well… Actually, it almost made sense. He would be the one to get everyone out, she knew that. She believed it, even.
Post by Ashley Williams on Jun 22, 2021 0:05:49 GMT -6
"That's the name, please don't say it that loud again unless you want me to die!" He chirped, ignoring the gen pop, tirelessly fiddling away with corroded wires. Ashley leaned around the gen as he finished a particularly difficult segment of wiring, peeking at his unfamiliar teammate.
"Oh, jeez, wait, I don't know you at all." He extracted his hands from the gen, setting them on his thighs. "How the hell do you know who I am? I didn't think there were enough people who don't hate me for me to have a stalker, let alone one I'd get trapped with in hell for the rest of eternity."
Ash seemed to think for a second, but the beat was far too short for his new compatriot to get a word in edgewise. He stuffed his hands back in the gen, and made a face. "I guess it doesn't really matter, huh. If giving you a lock of my hair means you'll always get the unhook for me, shit, hand me the shears." He laughed a bit, the bizarreness of the situation fully apparent to him.
Legend has it, it was written by the dark ones — Necronomicon Ex Mortis — roughly translated, The Book of the Dead.
"Sorry, sorry," Julie hummed in excitement. She was bad at this part, mask-off, wig-on bullshit. Normally, she was quiet until it was her time to strike. Sometimes she'd start conversation here but... She didn't know what happened in the survivor camp.
"Who doesn't know you?" She gestured, "You're fuckin'. Ash Williams, oh my God!" Were she more invasive, she would be touching his face already! "I'm not a stalker," Julie took some offense to that, "You're a movie character!" As if that wasn't bizarre to say to someone who she very clearly could see is flesh and blood. Yet, none of this stuff felt real so... How real could Ash be, too? He could be a trick of the Entity, manufactured for some sick trick against Julie and how much she was in love with him.
Julie scrunched her nose, she was just... Excited to be in his company. Maybe this trial didn't need to have a killer; she could follow him around. Maybe sneak to someone else for a moment and get a hit. Dodge his suspicion. "And I don't even need a lock of your hair, I'll do that for you anyway," She offered. That was the correct etiquette right? To unhook someone immediately? She didn't know, she barely gave people the chance to unhook. She didn't want a lock of his hair, she wanted him to give her a necklace. To show her his unfiltered affection. She'd dreamt of moments like this for so, so long. She couldn't blow it by letting him think that she was some stalker... Damn it!
Post by Ashley Williams on Nov 8, 2021 16:32:22 GMT -6
His hands stayed squarely in the generator as Ash ruminated on what the hell he was supposed to say to that.
“Last time I checked, and granted I don’t have immediate access to the TV guide so much these days,” he tried to keep it lighthearted, despite his confusion, “I’m from Michigan, not filmland. So, essentially, in case any of this is missing you, I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” Ash glances around again, through one of the large garage doors that pepper the Game.
God, he hated this place. Can’t see shit. Killer could be right in front of you and you’d be none the wiser.
Still, he forged on, new singes peppering his good hand every second. “Listen, I’m not trying to be an ass when I say this, but I think this conversation about your delusions of my grandeur can wait till we get back to the campfire, don’t you? Let’s get to work, and if I make it out of here in my same two pieces, I’ll answer whatever questions about me you have.”
Legend has it, it was written by the dark ones — Necronomicon Ex Mortis — roughly translated, The Book of the Dead.
Julie held onto the lever of the generator, the whole Julie, you have to really sell the look of you doing the generator. thing that Joey insisted on fell on deaf ears most times. If she jangled something around, and pulled on things. It was usually enough to fool the others long enough for her to get off one or two hits. Usually two.
That was fair... He wouldn't know, would he? He was the character. How could he be that self-aware? "Right, right... Sorry." Julie couldn't help her laugh — like a girl getting to talk to a boy she's liked for a month, and is just finally getting to talk to. Shit. Back to the campfire? That was a no-go. She couldn't lose this chance. "How about 'til uh- uh... the exit gates open? If we both make it." Coyly added last part — she had no choice but to make it to that point. "I don't like fire that much." Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
"I promise I won't have a lot of questions, just like- things to tell you. Or whatever." She waved her hand. Maybe she shouldn't take her hands off generators if she wants it to be believable that she was actually working on it. Huh.
Post by Ashley Williams on Nov 9, 2021 18:09:28 GMT -6
Ash couldn’t lie, he didn’t much care for the campfire either. Images of melting faces and burning pages were summoned to the forefront of his mind, and he’d never forget the smell of what remained of Shelly, cooking to a crisp.
He shivered.
“Nah, I…” He took a slow breath. “I think I get it. Not too big a campfire fan myself. But, sure, kid. If we make it, tell me whatever it is you think you know.” The gen was almost done now — with little thanks to his new teammate — and he leaned away from it before it could finish. It would be bad manners to end the conversation so abruptly, with the killer suddenly finding them from the bright lights and loud noises the completion would produce. “And, hell, even if I die, when we get back I can take you back to my spot. It ain’t much, but it’s private, and there’s no fire, swearsies.”
Ash grinned as he extended a pinky, mechanical, to the girl, a promise that whether they died or not, they could try again.
Legend has it, it was written by the dark ones — Necronomicon Ex Mortis — roughly translated, The Book of the Dead.