Cyrus ⇆ Carlos - Blog Posts
cyrus barely registers that someone else is out there until he hears carlos' voice and when he does, he hardly flinches, eyes traveling over them in appraisal. in threat potential until he realizes that the other doesn't look altogether threatening. he's got maybe a hundred pounds on them he thinks, leaning against the side of building, arms crossing, "it's not me. and i'm gonna go out on a limb and assume it isn't you either, but looks can be deceiving." cyrus pulls out his phone and sends a quick text, the call he was about to make decidedly cancelld now that there's someone else present. he doesn't know carlos, but you can never be too careful who you say what around — especially in a town like red creek. "why are you standing back here alone if you're so afraid the killer's gonna get you anyway?" he asks with a chuckle, a teasing lilt to his voice, "that seems like a bad strategy."
𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘. behind redstone bar, 11:30pm 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛. anyone
𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲. no matter how much carlos tells himself he should leave, that there are so many reasons he should get the hell out and return to life as he knew it ( despite the potential consequences they could face if ever ████████ ) they stay. carlos stays, trapped between its tragic grasp and forced to watch its horrific history unfold. under the impression of being alone, carlos jumps at the sudden noise, nearly dropping the cigarette held between their fingers. “ jesus, f — dude! you can't be doing that anymore, there's like, a killer out and shit! ” brief pause, eyes narrow at the person standing before him. it doesn't help that his response to all this is misplaced carelessness, the kind that could make you the first kill in a horror flick — not the kid who trips on air, but the one who stands face to face with the killer and laughs in disbelief. “ unless . . . the killer's you. is it you? ”