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"WELL SHIT ─ i don't know. let me get a good look at you." it's not the smartest move to remove her sunglasses with the hangover she was currently battling, but joey will do anything for a bit. a bloodshot and squinted gaze lands on carlos, taking a moment to analyze him before offering a slow nod. "oh yeah. you're fucked, kid. got a big ol' target on that pretty forehead of yours. you better watch yourself out there . . . would hate to be down an act." with that, she places her sunglasses over matted curls, now fixing her eyes on the lake before them. “you know what? i think you might be on to something. whoever is responsible for this has got to be a real nasty son of a bitch.” and ugly. down to their very fuckin' core. “ so . . . is this everything you hoped for when moving to this shitty little town?"
𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. deer lake, late afternoon on the day of kirby's death. 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵. anyone! ( capping at five replies. )
〔 🐿️ 〕 ... “ 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻, 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗲? ” carlos remarks, a plume of smoke from their cigarette and the cold air escaping their lips with every word. he didn't know the girl well, if at all, really, but it's all anyone could talk about today and if he didn't bring it up, it would be a little weird. it isn't that he doesn't care — of course, the whole situation is unsettling and there's a inkling perturbation that swirls within them at the notion of a killer on the loose in such a small town, but it seems easier to pretend that this is all one big joke than have to face the reality of it. it's all he can do. “ is this guy fucking ugly or something? are they trying to reverse pretty privilege? should i have to watch out? ”