[ Steve so desperately wants to say Cheryl, the girl he loves to his very core. If she's on that camera, Steve wants to know. Needs to know. And she probably is, but Steve doesn't need him knowing that he has such a huge potential weakness. ]
Narcissist? This coming from the guy who's signature kill is fuckin selfies? [ Steve being from the 80's does not understand the appeal of them. ]
Alright, what about Kate or Nancy?
[ He came here with Nancy because he was trying to protect her, it's obvious to everyone that they care about each other, and Ghost Face definitely already knows that much. And Kate and him are close friends too, that's hard to hide. ]
[ Danny lets the comment about selfies go without remark. Photographing himself with his victims is narcissism, but he doubts Steve will understand just how deep that compulsion goes. He skips to the next message. Kate or Nancy… well, of course. They’re Steve’s friends. One visit to the campfire, one trial had been enough to tell Danny that. A predictable choice.
You shouldn’t have chosen at all, Steve. ]
Sure.
[ laid out on a nondescript background, the two photographs in the picture he sends are a study in contrasts. They show Nancy in profile picking flowers somewhere in the woods and Kate dancing by the campfire. Nancy’s peaceful pose and her white sweater make the colorful blooms around her stand out all the more despite the pale moonlight. The darkness of Kate’s tank top draws the eye to her and her outstretched limbs, frozen in sharp focus while tinged in golden firelight.
Both of them look like they’re just within arm’s—knife’s—reach, yet neither appear aware of the scrutiny. Or maybe they are. It’s hard to read their expressions when their faces are blurred out. Ghostly. Almost violent hazes of flesh, with dark smudges for eyes and mouths. ]
What do you think?
entity should bless steeb with a shovel, so he can dig this grave deeper.
[ If Steve was thinking straight he might not have chosen, but now he's just angry, and if he's honest, somewhat scared, for his friends. But he's making this bed, and now he intends to sleep in it.
When the pictures come in, its like a spark ignites a tanker of gasoline inside his chest. Is Ghost Face really able to get so close to the survivors without them noticing? And what is he doing there? Steve cautiously looks around for a moment, as he's in the forest right now himself. He doesn't see anything, but it doesn't stop his hair from raising on his neck.
Somewhere in the back of Steve's mind, he notices that the narcissism comment went ignored, and he can't allow Ghost Face to know that he's terrified right now. So he decides to take a moment to send him a well thought out reply. ]
Is this supposed to be good? I mean the subjects, they're beautiful, but these pics? They're ass. You know, I knew someone who took stalker pics like these before, and now he's halfway decent working for a small town newspaper, maybe you'll improve too.
[ Maybe not the brightest move to taunt, but he's not exactly thinking clearly, and wants to get rid of this feeling of crushing vulnerability. ]
[ Danny smiles as he reads Steve's reply. Small-town newspaper... if only he knew just how the ones that employed him couldn't get enough of his photos once he started his real work. The taunting doesn't bother him at all; he more or less expected a reaction like that. And it's not like anyone else's opinion actually matters to him. ]
So I should practice more? Experiment with my style?
[ he doesn't; Danny's nowhere near Steve right now. But he wouldn't know that if he's really alone as he says he is. ]
But I'd rather wait for a trial. I'll have much more to work with then. And who knows -- we might even get lucky and get the opportunity for some sunset shots if it's Glenvale.
[ He figures he's being messed with, but takes a quick sweep of the area just in case. No sign of him or his robe, but that doesn't mean much. Oh well, he just replies to the second text. ]
Or maybe some snow-lit shots in Ormond, everyone loves a good Christmas card, and there would make for a great one.
[ The Nancy/Kate jabs are starting to wear Steve a little thin, and just leave a dull ember of anger burning in his head, almost like a light headache. Nothing would satisfy Steve more than out-sneaking Ghost Face in their next trial together, so he'd get get at him then. Maybe even with that ever-so-satisfying hatch escape. So he just sends his last response for now.]
K.
[ Dwight taught him that that's a sassy way to respond to texts. ]
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Narcissist? This coming from the guy who's signature kill is fuckin selfies? [ Steve being from the 80's does not understand the appeal of them. ]
Alright, what about Kate or Nancy?
[ He came here with Nancy because he was trying to protect her, it's obvious to everyone that they care about each other, and Ghost Face definitely already knows that much. And Kate and him are close friends too, that's hard to hide. ]
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You shouldn’t have chosen at all, Steve. ]
Sure.
[ laid out on a nondescript background, the two photographs in the picture he sends are a study in contrasts. They show Nancy in profile picking flowers somewhere in the woods and Kate dancing by the campfire. Nancy’s peaceful pose and her white sweater make the colorful blooms around her stand out all the more despite the pale moonlight. The darkness of Kate’s tank top draws the eye to her and her outstretched limbs, frozen in sharp focus while tinged in golden firelight.
Both of them look like they’re just within arm’s—knife’s—reach, yet neither appear aware of the scrutiny. Or maybe they are. It’s hard to read their expressions when their faces are blurred out. Ghostly. Almost violent hazes of flesh, with dark smudges for eyes and mouths. ]
What do you think?
entity should bless steeb with a shovel, so he can dig this grave deeper.
When the pictures come in, its like a spark ignites a tanker of gasoline inside his chest. Is Ghost Face really able to get so close to the survivors without them noticing? And what is he doing there? Steve cautiously looks around for a moment, as he's in the forest right now himself. He doesn't see anything, but it doesn't stop his hair from raising on his neck.
Somewhere in the back of Steve's mind, he notices that the narcissism comment went ignored, and he can't allow Ghost Face to know that he's terrified right now. So he decides to take a moment to send him a well thought out reply. ]
Is this supposed to be good? I mean the subjects, they're beautiful, but these pics? They're ass. You know, I knew someone who took stalker pics like these before, and now he's halfway decent working for a small town newspaper, maybe you'll improve too.
[ Maybe not the brightest move to taunt, but he's not exactly thinking clearly, and wants to get rid of this feeling of crushing vulnerability. ]
danny will help! :)
So I should practice more? Experiment with my style?
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[ Maybe that'll get the targets off Nancy and Kate's backs. ]
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I'm out here alone with all this great lighting after all
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[ he doesn't; Danny's nowhere near Steve right now. But he wouldn't know that if he's really alone as he says he is. ]
But I'd rather wait for a trial. I'll have much more to work with then. And who knows -- we might even get lucky and get the opportunity for some sunset shots if it's Glenvale.
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Or maybe some snow-lit shots in Ormond, everyone loves a good Christmas card, and there would make for a great one.
[ What's he gotten himself into? ]
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[ so they can know what he got himself into, too. ]
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K.
[ Dwight taught him that that's a sassy way to respond to texts. ]