Jeckyl - Tumblr Posts
He gave Caleb a small smile before sitting at the piano. He looked at the keys and started to play Rondo Alla Turca, one of his favorites. He happily started to play, not caring if his hands get dirty. It can’t be worse than that blight serum.
As the notes rang out of the older piano he found comfort in the dull reverb of the saloon. He started to think, hell, maybe being stuck in an endless hellscape wasn’t too terribly bad. Minus dying a lot.
The last few chords rang out of the piano, seeming like the familiar melancholy melody of this place, the entity’s game as he calls it. “So,” he asked timidly. “What’d ya think?”
Hidey ho Caleb! Could I trade ya a 6 pack of beer in exchange for playing the piano? …I miss being able to play my instruments…
Caleb was sat at one of the front tables of the dead Dawg with his feet resting apon it and was in the middle of cleaning his redeemer when he noticed the figure by the saloon doors, lifting his head up slightly from his current task.
He sat in silence for a moment to consider the request before replying in his usual western drawl, "Hmm... well that depends on who ya are, how ya got here and how good of a pianist you are, Mister"
Overheard outside of the survivors camp:
Jeckyl: I swear on my life if that burnt ass, flat ass, chicken nugget hurts or even thinks about Quennie I’m gonna Vietcong his ass to the point HES paranoid.
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Yeah, I think I’m a tad protective of Quentin, but he definitely deserves it.
Some art of @adorableinsomniac hope your sleeping well Quennie
Overheard at the survivors camp:
Jeckyl: ALRIGHTY WHERES FLAT ASS MCNUGGET, I JUST WANNA TALK.
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*climbing up a tree*
WHERE ARE YOU FUCK FACE. I WILL JUMP YOU
Other survivors: W h a t. T h e. H e l l.
Quentin: Freddy morri’d me…
Jeckyl: AND NOW HES A DEAD SON OF A BITCH.
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*distant screaming*
Jeckyl: WHAT DID I TELL YOU BITCH BOY. TOUCH HIM AND YOURE DEAD MEAT.
Overheard near the survivors camp:
Jeckyl: I’m going to sleep, if you wake me up and it’s not an emergency I’m gonna make it one.
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Quentin: can I take a nap in here?
Jeckyl: yeah sure
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Dwight: Hey, uh nea needs—
Jeckyl: is she dying?
Dwight: ... no?
Jeckyl: then start running
He looked up at him with a small smile. “I’ve been here for a while, I just tend to hide in the fog, seeing as trials for me are few and far between.” He let out a small giggle. “Hell, I’ve found it easier to be one with the fog but trials have started to kick into high gear so I guess my roaming around is quickly coming to a halt.” A look of surprise crossed his features. “Oh yeah, I guess I better tell you my name hehehe, I’m Jeckyl.”
Hidey ho Liam! How’s it going? If you ever wanna hangout, I’ve found some nice places in the woods not to far from the camp fire. I even tied a blanket to a tree for a hammock!
Liam looked up from his daze as he heard the new voice, a warm smile growing on his face once he was fully back.
"Uh everythings going as well as it can. Spending a bit of time away from the others sounds like it could do me some good from time to time, I'm also guessing your new round here? Don't think I've seen you about before"
“I’m Jeckyl.” He said taking a sip of his drink. “Go right ahead, the survivors camp fire is about 50 meters that way if you ever want to go there.” He said pointing off to his left. “And there’s a lake that way about 80 meters that way.” He said pointing to the right. “It’s not much but it’s a solid middle ground between the two. That and most people go directly back to the camp fire.” He said smiling at the girl. “Thanks for being here, if you want some more hot chocolate I have a camp stove with some more. I can get you some more if you want.”
hello
“Hidey go!! How’s is going? What brings you to my neck of the woods?” He asked looking up and the girl. “Stay for a while, I made come hot coco.” He held out a small metal mug in her direction.
Jeckyl’s breaking point:
David: hey short ass, why the long face /pretty girl/
Jeckyl:... /contemplating killing/
David: I SAID-
Jeckyl: Shut up
David: what’s wrong shortie?? Cant reach the top shelf little girl
Jeckyl holding a knife: I’m gonna give you till three. One
David: I’m not scared
Jeckyl: Two
David: you aren’t serious right?
Jeckyl: THREE
R u n
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*looking at stabbed David*
Dwight: what happened?
Nea: Let’s just say we’re down a survivor and up a killer.
And David kept being a dick to HIM.
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Apologize David
David: ... too late...
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Alrighty so Jeckyl will be undergoing character development and a possible redesign (not overhauled just revamped)
The fog,
It’s warm eerie presence
It keeps swirling around me
Then
...
It engulfed me
Making me pay for what
What I did?
Well,
You see a former
Albeit selfish
Teammate who had
...
Over stepped his boundaries
...
You see I was once docile
A timid thing
Scared
Alone
Afraid
...
Then something
S n a p p e d
And that’s why I’m here
In a endless fog
No walls
No trees
No sky
No ground
Just
...
Fog
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Mun: any responses will be slow coming out but I will be keeping up with all of them!!
“I don’t care if you can snap me like a twig and punt me like a football, I will still climb you like a tree and throw down.” — Jeckyl (probably)
“Thanks Frankie...
You give great hugs by the way...”
Jeckyl burrys his head is Frank’s chest and mumbles
“I just don’t know how to say that I have feelings for you”
Fuck David and Nea, I’m tired of being blinded and taunted. Can I get a hug Frankie~? I just kinda wanna unwind after that ridiculous trial. Especially after Lori stabbed me in the back. That shit hurted... *grabby hands bc he is short*
Frank sighs in amusement and holds his arms open.
“c’mere.”
//killer event has concluded//
Now we return to your regularly scheduled chaotic dumbass that still can’t hold conversations.
Hello? Anyone out there? What happened?
i don’t remember much of the last month...
Ummm... hey everyone!
I’m back so if you have any questions or things you wanna say, I’m back at the survivors camp and ready to get back to normal!
I don’t really remember much except a bad headache
I saw these on google and it reminded me of Talbot
So I planted marigolds today
@questionedturkey
Hiya there! Question for you, why are you so protective of Quentin? And how do you get him to sleep, dude needs some sleep like highkey?
Well, one; kiddie fiddlers get jumped and two; Quentin is a sweetheart and deserves nothing but love. And I get he to sleep whenever I’m out causing chaos and beating freddy with a stick. The entity thinks it’s funny. She likes emotions especially if it’s fun to watch.
