Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2021 12:37:05 GMT -6
it's all too boring in the entity's realm, too repetitive and dreary even for a person who once took such meticulous notes on the cyclic nature of things. the weather doesn't change here, and people hardly ever opt for something new. jed isn't sure if he misses the sun, or if he just misses getting to know a real schedule, something that was unique to every person he picked out of the crowd rather than a copied and pasted routine of run, die, repeat ... but he does know, with something like certainty, that he wishes he could be an unpredictable creature again. it's not just in his habits trail by trail, which he's all but given up on changing or cycling through by now, but in his own identity — he could once be whoever and whatever he wanted, and now ... he can't even be danny anymore. he's jed olsen, and jed olsen alone, and it makes him feel so hopelessly lonely; because for as charismatic as danny once could've been, jed is far too eccentric to mold himself into whatever the people around him would like him to be. his only option, it seems, is to pester the other people (namely, the other killers) stuck in this realm with him until they inevitably become so sick of him that he has to flutter out of their grasp before he finds himself with a hand around his fragile throat, or bleeding like a stuck pig.
speaking of which ...
jed can't say he likes hoffman. in all fairness, there are only so many people here who he's inclined to like — it's just that hoffman isn't one of the few, and his gruff demeanor leaves jed feeling ruffled enough not to spend so much of his sparse free time lingering in the same spaces as him. it seems to be a busy night, though, and no one else happens to be around ... so jed approaches the larger killer with all the stealth of his namesake, albeit unintentional enough that one could actually notice him if they made a concentrated effort. "hey, big guy," he says, and his voice is silky smooth. you can just tell he's here to be an annoyance, if his presence alone wasn't enough of an indicator, and he comes to a stop in front of hoffman after walking around him from behind. his hands come up to his mask, frame it like a teenage girl propping her head up at a sleepover. if his face weren't covered, maybe he'd smile. "you come here often?"
speaking of which ...
jed can't say he likes hoffman. in all fairness, there are only so many people here who he's inclined to like — it's just that hoffman isn't one of the few, and his gruff demeanor leaves jed feeling ruffled enough not to spend so much of his sparse free time lingering in the same spaces as him. it seems to be a busy night, though, and no one else happens to be around ... so jed approaches the larger killer with all the stealth of his namesake, albeit unintentional enough that one could actually notice him if they made a concentrated effort. "hey, big guy," he says, and his voice is silky smooth. you can just tell he's here to be an annoyance, if his presence alone wasn't enough of an indicator, and he comes to a stop in front of hoffman after walking around him from behind. his hands come up to his mask, frame it like a teenage girl propping her head up at a sleepover. if his face weren't covered, maybe he'd smile. "you come here often?"