Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2021 9:18:02 GMT -6
see, jed is supposed to be observant. he's supposed to have keen senses and an even keener intuition. he's supposed to get roughed up like this and think of nothing but how hoffman could be doing so much worse, about how he's holding back despite jed's best attempts to goad him into doing otherwise. except ... that's exactly the thing, because he doesn't recognize that. for all his talk, all his bark, all the lives he's managed to steal like a snake in the fucking grass — the ghostface isn't good with pain. it overwhelms him, reminds him of things he ... doesn't want to think about. and when someone is hurting him, someone he'd been so sure he could befriend? their half-baked agreement, his challenge, his confidence, it all goes out the window. it may be temporary, it's always temporary, but for longer than ever before in this place, the persona that is the untouchable jed actually slips off. he's scared, after all, and that's a feeling reserved for someone weak like danny fucking johnson.
the smaller killer flinches when hoffman swings a punch, tries to dodge his head out of the way even though it makes his neck hurt. he doesn't even realize the other killer had been going for the tree, and instead convinces himself that he narrowly avoided getting his nose (or, worse yet, his ghostface mask) broken. he's trying so hard not to let his body language betray him ... but he's failing. it's all too obvious how terrified of hoffman he really is right now, and he even tries to wrench his way out of the larger killer's grip, despite the fact that this is far from possible when he's so much weaker. "fine!" he finally barks, and he sounds even smaller than he is. "fine, it's a lie. i'm not telling you how much." that, at least, he refuses to get into ... for as scared as he is of death, he's even more scared of anyone (especially someone like hoffman) knowing anything about the real him. "happy?"
the smaller killer flinches when hoffman swings a punch, tries to dodge his head out of the way even though it makes his neck hurt. he doesn't even realize the other killer had been going for the tree, and instead convinces himself that he narrowly avoided getting his nose (or, worse yet, his ghostface mask) broken. he's trying so hard not to let his body language betray him ... but he's failing. it's all too obvious how terrified of hoffman he really is right now, and he even tries to wrench his way out of the larger killer's grip, despite the fact that this is far from possible when he's so much weaker. "fine!" he finally barks, and he sounds even smaller than he is. "fine, it's a lie. i'm not telling you how much." that, at least, he refuses to get into ... for as scared as he is of death, he's even more scared of anyone (especially someone like hoffman) knowing anything about the real him. "happy?"