Juliesback - Blog Posts
Frank chuckled, curling Julie's hair through his blistered fingers. He took off his old grinning mask, putting it next to Julie's on the table, creating a clack against the sound of howling winds.
A wild and untamed grin spread on Frank's lips as dastardly ideas filled his head. Clear excitement was on his face, a chance to relive old blissful memories. "Let's go crazy! No plan, no nothing! We don't need ideas to have fun with it! Painting shit is less fun when you think about it too much. Don't worry, just do."
Frank tilted his head and thought for a moment. He wanted to do something that would get under Freddy's skin. "I do want to do one thing if we are hitting up Freddy's joint. We GOT to tag that school. Long ass walls of boring ass bricks. It is like they are begging for some kind of paint! We don't even touch Quentin's house, make him think it is something personal. Not that I have anything personal against Freddy. I just think I would be funny to fuck with his head."
@baggiebag
Instances of serenity were rare in the Fog, but whenever they showed themselves Julie would glutton herself on them like a fine delicacy. A reminder of what she had left behind, a peaceful life filled with the mundane.
Mundane, that was what she felt described this situation best. The Entity had yet to call upon her for another trial and, from the looks of it, Frank shared the same fate. Ormond, for once, felt as it did before they had been whisked away. The hearth crackled in the center of the living space, it's eternal flame dancing- undisturbed by the wailing winds outside. It bathed the main living space in an amber hue, the scene only disturbed by the endless day that blanketed their shared Realm. Though the place sat in disrepair, most of the things they had stolen to provide some forms of normalcy were scattered about; things that allowed them to live out here as if it was some weird and fucked up house.
In a way, she was thankful they had added such accommodations before being taken; she couldn't even begin to imagine what this place would've been like without them.
Lounging on a couch, head tilted back, her mask lay on an adjacent coffee table as she sprawled over the cushions. She stared at the ceiling; eyes half lidded as she dozed while basking in the warmth. Her head would only raise when Frank drew near, her expression calm but amused as she looked at him.
"Hey," She'd push herself onto her elbows to better look at him, "How bored are you right now?"
An open ended question, but one that spoke of plans to come. She had a few ideas brewing in that head of hers, and as always, she wanted to rope in another while she did it.
Frank watched Julie move her legs off the couch and took it as an invite to sit with her. "Shit, I probably should check with Sue. That's something I'll deal with later." Frank cared about getting his fix, but making Julie happy was far more on his mind.
Frank makes himself comfortable next to Julie and wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. "I'm more curious about what you want to tag. Haven't done that shit in a hot minute. I know where we can get some cans, but haven't gotten to paint with you in a long ass while. Finally got some time just us now.... Also pissing off Freddy is a plus," Frank could not help but snicker at his last comment.
"Fuckin' count me in babe!"
@baggiebag
Instances of serenity were rare in the Fog, but whenever they showed themselves Julie would glutton herself on them like a fine delicacy. A reminder of what she had left behind, a peaceful life filled with the mundane.
Mundane, that was what she felt described this situation best. The Entity had yet to call upon her for another trial and, from the looks of it, Frank shared the same fate. Ormond, for once, felt as it did before they had been whisked away. The hearth crackled in the center of the living space, it's eternal flame dancing- undisturbed by the wailing winds outside. It bathed the main living space in an amber hue, the scene only disturbed by the endless day that blanketed their shared Realm. Though the place sat in disrepair, most of the things they had stolen to provide some forms of normalcy were scattered about; things that allowed them to live out here as if it was some weird and fucked up house.
In a way, she was thankful they had added such accommodations before being taken; she couldn't even begin to imagine what this place would've been like without them.
Lounging on a couch, head tilted back, her mask lay on an adjacent coffee table as she sprawled over the cushions. She stared at the ceiling; eyes half lidded as she dozed while basking in the warmth. Her head would only raise when Frank drew near, her expression calm but amused as she looked at him.
"Hey," She'd push herself onto her elbows to better look at him, "How bored are you right now?"
An open ended question, but one that spoke of plans to come. She had a few ideas brewing in that head of hers, and as always, she wanted to rope in another while she did it.