Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2021 12:58:05 GMT -6
the ghostface never takes off his mask.
honestly, he isn't sure why. he isn't sure what's stopping him. part of him wants to justify it as an unspoken rule (like they all are) imposed by the entity's whims ... and part of him is convinced it's all on him, that he's still searching for some sort of comfort in anonymity, as if anyone seeing his face would somehow greatly change their perception of him and who he is. it wouldn't. he knows it wouldn't, and he takes solace in the fact that he's so grounded in reality as to admit to that much. still, the masks stays on. no one here knows who he is or what he looks like, and he prefers it that way. after all, unreasonable comfort is still comfort, and he takes all the warmth he can get in a place as empty as this.
besides, most of the killers wear masks. perhaps they aren't as irrational as he is (not that he'd know), but most of them are wearing masks nonetheless — there's nothing peculiar about him doing the same, thank god, and no one would ever think to point out as much. some don't, though, even if they make up a smaller portion of the group ... one of which, at least for right now, is today's unfortunate choice of jed olsen's company. no, the blight doesn't wear a mask ... he doesn't need one, with his face so mangled. but that's a mask in a way, figures jed, and as he approaches his fellow killer and ducks into a friendly crouch at his side, he tilts his head and taps the side of his own plastic disguise.
"we look the same," he comments, like it's some great discovery. to be fair, they haven't spoken about it before, so it may as well be. "exactly the same, you and i. have you noticed that?"
honestly, he isn't sure why. he isn't sure what's stopping him. part of him wants to justify it as an unspoken rule (like they all are) imposed by the entity's whims ... and part of him is convinced it's all on him, that he's still searching for some sort of comfort in anonymity, as if anyone seeing his face would somehow greatly change their perception of him and who he is. it wouldn't. he knows it wouldn't, and he takes solace in the fact that he's so grounded in reality as to admit to that much. still, the masks stays on. no one here knows who he is or what he looks like, and he prefers it that way. after all, unreasonable comfort is still comfort, and he takes all the warmth he can get in a place as empty as this.
besides, most of the killers wear masks. perhaps they aren't as irrational as he is (not that he'd know), but most of them are wearing masks nonetheless — there's nothing peculiar about him doing the same, thank god, and no one would ever think to point out as much. some don't, though, even if they make up a smaller portion of the group ... one of which, at least for right now, is today's unfortunate choice of jed olsen's company. no, the blight doesn't wear a mask ... he doesn't need one, with his face so mangled. but that's a mask in a way, figures jed, and as he approaches his fellow killer and ducks into a friendly crouch at his side, he tilts his head and taps the side of his own plastic disguise.
"we look the same," he comments, like it's some great discovery. to be fair, they haven't spoken about it before, so it may as well be. "exactly the same, you and i. have you noticed that?"