A snorted laugh fell from her, Nea choosing now to step out of the salt around her. “Maybe you should be faster or learn how to hide then.”

“Really?” Raising a brow, the green-haired woman crossed her arms, but didn’t move out of the circle. Not yet, anyways. “First, Dwight is the one who brought Trapper over. Second, my hand slipped. It happens. You can’t say you’ve never done that to me.”

Staring at the circle for a brief moment, she turns her hair to the blonde, silence remaining for only a few seconds longer before she finally breaks it. “Sable, what the fuck are you doing now??”

As the girl explained her trial, Nea’s face scrunched up in annoyance. There weren’t many killers that had the ability to speak, but she always clashed harder with the ones who did. “Ugh, Afton. Don’t take anything he says too seriously.” Offering the girl a friendly shoulder bump, she gave a +

eleven.@movethemind.bsky.social · last mo.

"i do not . . . know what he is called." eleven shifts on the log, turning herself to face nea a little more than she'd been before. she still has no interest in trying to make new friends here, but if these people are going to be her allies until they find a way to escape, the least she can do is +

For a moment, Nea fell silent, blinking at the other woman. She hadn't expected her to ask about her last trial, especially who it had been against, but it was more conversation than anyone had gotten from Eleven . . . with the exception of Dustin or Nancy, of course. "Nurse, actually. I think +

eleven.@movethemind.bsky.social · 2mo ago

"i try, but it is . . . hard. sometimes." she sighs, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. despite the campfire that never seems to burn out, it is always cold here; like something is sucking the warmth from everything living. " . . . who was your last killer, nea?" +

you collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you've committed.

there is blood everywhere and i am lost in it. i breathe blood， not air.

god is dead. you aren’t. keep running.

She's bored . . . and she does have spray paint cans . . . . . . Ormond does need a bit of a face lift . . .

i’m not too gone to be healed， am i? i’m not too gone， am i?

It’s been hours since she’s been tossed at a trial . . . strange. Maybe The Entity is giving her a break from that ‘feast’ that’s appeared. Her stomach can only take so much slop before it turns against her.

stop， stop， stop， make it stop. stop， make it stop， make it stop. i've had enough. stop， stop， stop， stop. stop， stop， stop， stop.

i think i've come to terms with the fact that there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who i am.

As the girl explained what she could do, Nea listened with a bit of confusion. It was almost as if she thought she would have had some sort of . . . powers in the trials, but Nea wasn't going to push. Eleven already seemed to be in a sour mood, and she wasn't going to start causing any unneeded +

eleven.@movethemind.bsky.social · 2mo ago

"oh." eleven sighs, gaze dropping down to her hands for a moment. what is left of her powers has been only somewhat useful here, and the loss of their full ability is a sore subject for the girl. the few that she knows here, the few that came with her, have stopped asking now, but she'd caught +

For some, blood was something that took a while to get used to. For Nea, it had always been part of her life. Skateboarding came with scraped knees and ripped jeans, and she had grown desensitized to it long before being whisked away to this realm. “Yeah, like what you’re good at.” Sitting next +

eleven.@movethemind.bsky.social · 2mo ago

eleven's nose scrunches as she stares at the fire, droplets of blood on her upper lip. it's been . . . she doesn't even know how long, since she'd arrived here, but the loss of her powers still bothers her greatly, and she has not yet accepted it as truth. she notices nea approaching, but does not+

Walking up to the log, stretching her arms overhead and cracking her fingers, Nea took note of @movethemind.bsky.social sitting at the edge. It had been a bit of time since she had joined them, but the two had barely spoken. That didn't mean Nea didn't like the girl. She just didn't know her. +

Sitting up with a gasp, Nea glanced back and forth, eyes darting around the heavy fog lingering on the tree line. It had become a familiar scene over the years (how long 𝘩𝘢𝘥 it been?), and while some deaths felt heavier than others, this time had just been frustrating. She had almost escaped. The +

Sitting on the log at the edge of the campfire, skateboard underfoot, Nea stared up at the stars. A forever night. Once it would’ve sounded amazing — perfect cover for tagging in the shadows. She’d give anything to feel the warmth of the sun on her face again. The campfire would have to do for now.

life doesn't care how young you are. it forces you to grow up anyway.

𝐍𝐞𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐲𝐱 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 [ #DeadByDaylightRP • #DBDRP ] A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. Multiverse friendly. Banter and other interactions welcome.