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cнloe "тнe deтecтιve" decĸer ([personal profile] thevulnerability) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2018-10-28 05:42 pm

[ open ] the spirits are ruthless with the paths they choose

Who: Chloe Decker and Julia Shumway and you!
Where: Various
When: Oct 26-29th, during the AU event
Rating: PG
Summary: Chloe is an actress who never met the devil. Julia is a savvy reporter who never ended up under a dome. Shenanigans ensue. Open starters in the comments, gifs under the cut, will match format.
The Story:

thereporter: (🦋 it's never getting any better)

Julia Shumway | OTA

[personal profile] thereporter 2018-10-28 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
THE HALLWAYS

Julia Shumway is the ever intrepid reporter, regardless of the choices she's made in life. Anyone who encounters her in the entrance hall, though, might sense something a little different; perhaps her slightly more inflated ego, her slightly less apparent self-doubt, or--maybe the most obvious--a complete lack of contentment that has otherwise followed her around Wonderland. She's separated from her husband and misplaced from the city she calls home, and Wonderland leaves her constantly feeling like she's crawling out of her skin.

While she still contributes for the blog, she doesn't waste her time with feel-good stories or fuzzy fluff pieces that might boost morale. Instead, she's looking for answers, big or small; she's eager to escape Wonderland as fast as she can. At the moment she is heading down the hallway, peering at the mirrors and appraising the pieces of art on the walls, as if any of them might hold a clue as to the greater story of this prison. Occasionally, she'll stop and stare out of the windows at the impossible views, trying to orient herself to the outside of the Mansion and failing every time.
thereporter: (🦋 you are what you love)

[ closed to Barbie ] how the faces of love have changed

[personal profile] thereporter 2018-10-28 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The morning light filters through the windows of the bedroom and Julia turns over as she starts to gently fight her way from a deep slumber. She can feel the weight of someone else on the bed; Peter must have stayed home from work that day and is curled up warmly beside her. Her fingers stretch out as she brushes against the bare skin of his shoulder and then she startles awake as if electricity has just shot through her whole body.

This isn't Chicago. This is Wonderland. And Peter isn't here.

Julia shoots up into a sitting position, one hand grasping the blanket to pull it up over her bare chest, her other hand slapping the shoulder of the strange man sprawled out next to her in the bed. She's never seen him before in her life.

"Who the hell are you?!"