𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞.

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Age: 27
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08/29/2021 02:36 PM 

past these walls - reflection.

Sometimes… I get scared.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been on my own my whole life.

Yeah. I’ve had foster parents and what not, and that’s’ great and all… but it’s not the same.

I don’t really do well with allowing people in. It’s kinda scary, actually.

Like. What if I allow someone into my life and heart and then they hurt me?

What if they promise that they’ll stay… What if they promise all these things and then… leave me?

That’s probably some psychological bullsh/it that has more to do with me than it does with them, but it doesn’t make the feeling of the fear any less scary to deal with.

I like to be alone because I can handle it. I know what to expect when I don’t have anyone to depend on, but… allowing someone in?

Opening up my world to them? That’s a whole different ball game.

And it terrifies me to death.

08/28/2021 08:26 PM 


"don't trust that smile.
behind those dark eyes a monster lies."

Name: Logan Jeremy Gibbs

Faceclaim: Michael Raymond James

Relationship: father

Age: 40

Location: somehwere in Georgia

Status: Alive

Occupation: Convicted Felon / Heroin Addict turned Occult Leader. For most of his late teen-early adult life, he never really held a job due to his heroin addiction. Although, he did manage to keep a job at a gas station during the first few years of his marriage. He spent several years in prison after being caught passed out on the floor with his wife during their most recent high in their apartment. Several crimes were added onto his sentence due to the fact their two-year-old daughter was home at the time. His most recent employment endevors have been given to him by the 'Master' of the cult, who has tasked him with murdering the remainder of his family and bringing his daugher home from NYC to Georgia to act as a sacrificial lamb.

Logan Jermey Gibbs, grew up in Georgia to the parents of Allan and Lane Gibbs. His parents were members of a cult known as the Communion of the Prophet (COTP). Their soul purpose in life was to serve the 'Master' (the leader of the cult) by working and living basically like the pilgrims did and living out of the world of sin - aka the world outside their very corrupt sect - in order to gain their salvation.

Logan originally ran from the path of "salvation" and into the real world (New York City, the Big Apple). This is where he met his wife (Ansley Warren) and also became addicted to heroin whilst living on the streets and doing whatever he could to get by. He had no life skills growing up and he had to learn everything about the 'real world' by living in the worst of it.

He married his wife Ansley and the pair worked in a gas station together. They barely made ends meet for themselves - often having the lights and heat turned off when they chose to pay for their drug of choice rather than the bills.

A few months into their marriage, Ansley became pregnant and gave birth nine months later to a daughter the pair never wanted. They often neglected their child, choosing to get f***ed-up instead of actually parenting. Jude was often left home with the neighbors while Logan and his wife worked and did extra-curricular activities.

When Jude turned two, Logan and Ansley were found passed out on their kitchen floor with their daughter a few feet from where they lay. Logan lost all parental rights to Jude that day and was sent to prison for several years.

Logan left prison a different man. When he and Ansley were released, he returned with his wife to his hometown in Georgia with a vengence and murdered his parents, believing and blaming them for his 'sh*t life'.

It was during this time, the leader of the cult approached him stating that it was the will of the 'Father' that he become his successor. What Logan didn't know was the man was possessed by a demon who was calling the shots, and he saw potential in Logan and wanted to take over his body as host.

Logan had no interest in taking over as leader, but in the end, he was given one of two options: gain all the power the demon holds over the cult or die. He chose the former of the two options.

Even though Logan hated the cult, he liked the idea of power, and he didn't want to die. He was tasked with the job of killing the remainder of his family - including his wife - and bringing his daughter (Jude) back from New York City to act as the 'sacrificial lamb' in his initiation.

During this time of murdering the remainder of his family (where he would leave behind - drawn in the dirt / sand - the 'Masters Mark' beside every body) Logan found himself being tracked down by the local authorities - who followed him back to New York City to track down and kidnap Jude and bring her back to Georgia. (storyline currently in progress - writing with

*The remainder of Logan's story will be told through both Sully's writer and myself and will continue as we write it and discover more.
"She was a good girl under too much pressure to perform - to do as she was told - to follow along."

Name: Ansley Sarah (nee Warren) Gibbs

Faceclaim: Bethany Joy Lenz

Relationship: mother

Location: six-feet in the ground. (last living residence: somewhere in Georgia)

Status: deceased (she was murdered by her husband, logan jeremy gibbs)

Occupation/Education: She worked as a Clerk at three different local gas stations to pay the bills (or more so she could pay for her and her husbands drug addiction) while she lived in New York City before she was arrested and sent to prison. She came a from a family with money and went to Berklee in Boston.

She was a singer and an all around performer - a very good one at that. Her parents disowned her when they found out she dropped out of school and moved to New York City to try and make it on Broadway after a talent scout promised her the world.

Ansley Sarah (nee Warren) Gibbs was born in Cape Cod, Massachusetts to a very wealthy family. She had all things money could buy growing up and never wanted. She had a big heart, a bright smile, and truly was an all around good person.

She was filled with a talent for music - singing and all performing arts, really.

She was destined for great things.

When she was a senior in high school, Berklee College of Music offered her a full-ride scholarship - which she happily accepted. However, her time at Berkley was not what she'd hope for. She quickly found herself addicted to alcohol and drugs to deal with all of the pressure.

It was during this time when she met a talent scout from New York City who promised her a 'life on the stage' (Broadway) if she left school and came with him. Against her better judgement, she followed him home to the Big Apple. Her parents disowned her - completely cutting off all ties and never spoke to her again - when Ansley dropped out of school and refused to return home.

The talent scout did keep his promises to her, but what was once an act of kindness from his "heart" became an opportunity to only give as long as he was being given. He got to a point where he would only send her on auditions if she gave him sexual favors.

This was a lifestyle Ansley had not signed up for, but it was either do as she was told and have s\ex with a man who was providing for her financially and putting a roof over her head (and getting her auditions) or run away and live on the streets.

She kept up this lifestyle for a few years until she couldn't take anymore.

Ansley did finally run away from the unnamed talent scout and was able to completely cut ties. Though it came with a price, and that price was her doing what she had to do to get by. Without her parents money and no education to fall back on, and a refusal to give herself up fro s/ex to earn money, Ansley walked into the nearest gas station she found and applied to work as many shifts as she needed in order to make ends meet for herself. One gas station ended up with her working for three, living a miserable life she never wanted.

She was heavily addicted to alcohol at this time. It was how she dealt with her depression - and obviously it only made her even more depressed - and somehow she managed to keep herself afloat during this time while she juggled three jobs.

"For a woman who could produce a beautiful melody from her lungs, she sure didn't have a voice when it came to what she wanted."

This was where she met her husband, Logan Jeremy Gibbs. He was the one who got her hooked on heroin. The couple 'fell in love' and worked to make money to pay for the cheapest place possible in order to get their drugs.

To Ansley's dismay, not too long into their marriage, she became pregnant and gave birth to a child she never wanted nine months later. It's not that she didn't like kids. There was once a time - in another life - she dreamed of being a mother, but not in this one. She'd seen too much of the cold, cruel world and wanted nothing more than to get f/ucked until her drug of choice took her.

Ansley's dream of not being a mother was granted to her two years into raising Jude. One day, she and Logan were found passed out on the floor while Jude was home and strapped into her high chair. It was that day she lost all parental rights to her daughter and spent awhile in prison.

Prison changed Ansley. She was forced to become sober, and it was in her sobriety, she realized all the wrong she had done.

When she was released, she wanted to start over and make things right. She wanted to regain custody of their daughter, but Logan, who was released not too long after her...  didn't allow it.

He had other plans.

He forced her to come back home to Georgia with him. She'd never lived in the South before and hated every single minute of it. Her depression quickly came back now that she was farther than ever from her child and wasn't able to leave her abusive husband.

A few months into their stay in Georgia, Logan confessed to murdering his parents, and this is where he also confessed the truth to her about his past and his families ties with the cult (COTP).

All of this truth made Ansley hate him even more, but he wouldn't let her go... he kept threatening that he would kill her too if she left.

After Logan made a deal with the demon who acted as 'Master' of COTP, he was instructed to murder anyone he had ties with - this included his wife.

Detectives Dandridge (Sully) and Monaghan pronounced Ansley as 'brutally murdered' after her body was found in her apartment in Georgia.

"She never stood a chance in this cold, cruel world."

- -  below are the crime scene photos from Ansley's murder that were leaked to the press during the on-going investigation.

*ansley's story pretty much ends here, and it breaks my heart because the more i wrote about her, the more i fell in love with her and wanted better things for her. this is another part of jude's main story-arc that i'm writing with sully. he and i will add anything else to her story if/when the time comes.

08/28/2021 04:16 PM 

Roomies - Reply to Trench

You ever have one of those moments in your life where you just want to burst out crying?

Not because you're some f\ucking cry baby or anything like that, but more so... you don't know how to handle the emotion you've got swelling up inside?

Well, if you've ever had one of those moments, you understand Jude's state of mind in this very moment.

- -

Standing out in the middle of the carpark with her new friend Trench, talking about the prospect of actually starting her life - having a place to call her own - and not only that... having someone to share it with, she realized in that moment, this was it - even more so than before.

This was the moment her life was truly beginning - becoming her own - outside of what Cecilia (her social worker) had wanted for her.

This was a moment that Jude got to spread her wings even further and figure out who the h\ell she was meant to be in this world.

She was even being given the option to come and go as she pleased - not having to settle down or make any long term plans.

She'd never had anything like that, and it was overwhelming at best.

Her eyes never left Trench.

This woman was cool.

She carried herself like someone who didn't give a flying f\uck what anyone thought.

Jude wanted to be like that.

She also had always wanted to smoke.

Yeah, she knew it wasn't healthy for her, but she had always enjoyed the smell, and as the smoke from Trench's lungs was released into the air, Jude couldn't help but close her eyes for just a quick moment and take in the smell.

This b\itch was dope.

Sophia Lillis as Sydney Novak in I Am Not Okay Wit... - Tumbex

Jude let out a chuckle when Trench talked about keeping the food stocked acting as her task in regards to 'earning her keep' at the apartment. "You got yourself a deal."

She looked back to the diner.

Her eyes looked upward toward the top-half of the building where the apartment she currently had a short-lease on resided.

This time had been coming, and as much as she was ready to get the show on the road - find a place that had more than a six-month lease - it didn't meant the process of continuing on - moving along further into the world of adulthood - was any less scary.

But she had to start looking sometime. She had to step-out of the fear before her six-months ran out.

And here was her opportunity, staring her directly in the face. Most would've probably called her crazy for trusting a woman she barely knew, but what the h\ell else did she have?

And to be quite honest? She trusted Trench more than anyone else she'd met up to this point.

Her mind was made up. This was happening.

Jude's attention returned to Trench. "Let's do this sh\it."

08/28/2021 03:48 PM 

An Unexpected Meal - Reply to Sarah

Sometimes I say things without thinking.

Sometimes I say things and forget that just because it’s okay to say those things in my head, it doesn’t mean the rest of the world needs to hear it… but sometimes my stomach growls so much - especially at the end of my shift - I forget what’s right and what’s wrong because my brain is so focused on one thing and one thing alone: food.


Jude could’ve smacked herself for mentioning she was hungry when she brought the plate of pancakes out to the table.

She knew better than that.

It was rude to say things like that to her customers.

She did know better, but sometimes she just forgot.

And because of that statement, here she was, sitting on the other side of the table with the woman named Sarah sitting across from her now sharing pancakes with her.

This was wrong.

Very wrong, but Jude couldn't just not enjoy the pancake Sarah gave her.

It would be rude not to take what was offered, but it was also rude to eat the food Sarah was spending her money on.

She felt her cheeks flush red and her ears grow warm.

She was very embarrassed.

Jude picked up her fork and began cutting up the pancake with its edge.

She took a bite, making sure none of her co-workers were watching her as she did.

The feeling of the nice, warm and syrup-y pancake sliding down her esophagus and into her stomach was a welcomed one.

Jude closed her eyes and savored the feeling.

When she opened her eyes again, she caught Sarah looking at her.

She couldn't help but smile.

Sarah had soft, trust-worthy eyes - like what Jude always envisioned her mother’s eyes would’ve looked like.

It wasn’t often Jude met people like this.

No one ever really cared about her or her well-being - except for Cecilia (her social worker), but she was no longer in the picture of Jude’s life.

After taking the nice, big bite of her pancake, she replied to Sarah.

“My name is Jude.” She looked down at her plate of food. The guilt-feeling remained in her gut. “Thanks for the meal. I’ll make sure to pay you for it.”

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08/15/2021 08:04 PM 

Stranger - Reply to Sully

One month.

Four weeks.

It had been four weeks since she’d started work in this joint, and Jude could tell anyone listening right now: she hated it

Restaurant work was not for her.

She was clumsy and had two left feet, and while she wasn’t in a dance hall… the restaurant business was like one big dance.

There was a system - a method to the madness - and Jude just couldn’t keep up with it… but she wasn’t a quitter. She had agreed to six months in this place (it was how she was able to live in the apartment above the joint) and she was determined to see it through.

Every time she became discouraged, she reminded herself… she’d been through worse. She’d lived in questionable homes over the years, and it honestly prepared her for what she was dealing with now.

The day started out like any other.

She got up.

Got dressed and ready.

Fixed herself some eggs. Thankfully, Pauly, the owner of the diner, had taught Jude a few things about the kitchen - for which she was thankful because it gave her enough skills to get by in the department of making herself food so she didn’t pass out on the floor mid-shift due to absolute hunger from all the running around.

After breakfast, she made her way down to the madness.

Just another day in this honestly? Kind of boring life, but she'd been through worse. She just kept telling herself that.

Veronica was already there rolling the remaining silverware from the night before while Bonnie was setting the placements on the table.

The day proceeded normally.

The customers arrived one after one. Jude served two tables before Bonnie did her usual “table stealing” act - a trick Jude learned that some waitresses use to skip the order in which they receive tables to attempt to get more tips.

It was dirty.

It was annoying, and it ruined Jude’s morning.

Her day only tanked from there.

In her flustered state, she tripped and spilled sh\it all over her white apron. She did her best to wash it off, but it was no use, and that became abundantly clear when she saw a few customers looking her way when they entered.

The same thing happened again when the bell rang overhead alerting her to another customer entering.

Jude’s eyes looked up and caught sight of the man who had just arrived.

She’d never seen him here before, but this was New York City… new people often came and went. He was just different. He carried himself different than someone who lived in New York City. Jude resolved to the fact that he was visiting.

A tourist. Hell yes. Tourists always tipped better - well, the ones from the States did at least.

Though her hope for a tip plummeted as she watched his eyes take notice of her apron.

A sigh left her lungs.


Just f\ucking great.

How was she supposed to get a good tip looking like a slob?

Though Jude didn’t even have a minute to worry about what she was going to do about her apron because there Bonnie was again, taking her table.

That f\ucking b\itch.

She wanted to fight Bonnie on it, but she knew that Bonnie was the better server than she was and Pauly wouldn’t want to hear her whining.

He just wanted the job done. He didn’t care who did it.

“Work it out amongst ya’selves.” He would always say when Veronica or Bonnie would bring something up (because Jude never did.) “I don’t wanna hear it. We’re here ta’ work, ladies.”

Jude closed the cash register and made her way over to her last table, leaving the check with the group before looking back to the man who Bonnie was now talking to.

She made her way slyly over to where he sat at the booth, walking just enough away from Bonnie's backside that she wouldn't feel Jude's presence behind her.

There had to be some way she could steal her table back.

She heard the man say he wanted a coffee.

She couldn’t help but smirk. Perfect.

Yeah, Bonnie would b\itch… but this was her table and that was her tip.

She quickly made her way behind the counter, grabbed a serving tray, a coffee pot and an empty mug - along with a bowl filled with sugars and cream.

When Bonnie went off to grab the food from the window for her former customer, Jude made her move and slid right in to serve the man his piping hot coffee.

She placed the mug down on the table and poured him his coffee.

Thank god, it didn’t spill.

“Uh, can I get you anything else?”

08/15/2021 06:42 PM 

Deep in the Forest - starter for Ellis

Somewhere in the deep forests of Washington State:

I don’t know what’s more terrifying.

Being stuck in the woods with no idea where I am, walking around half-drugged with a pounding headache and ringing in my ears… or the fact that I’m surrounded by body bags.

Alright. I’m gonna go with the body bags… and just me in this situation in general.

I don’t know how to get out of here.

I’m alone.

I’m scared.

And all I have is this f***ing flashlight and a shovel.

I have questions. Other than 'what the actual f*** am I doing here?'

Why the hell was my body bag unzipped while the others were left closed?

Why was I allowed out while the others are forced to remain in?

Why me?

Why not them?

And is that… movement I see in that one body bag up ahead?


A loud gasp left Jude’s lungs as she sat up and grabbed the side of her neck.

"No!" she shouted out, as if she was finishing a dream where she was about to be attacked but woke up just before the bad sh*t happened... though, if the bad sh*t didn't happen...

why was her neck stiff?

why was her head pounding?

why the hell was everything blurry?


Her mind went numb to all thoughts she’d been thinking prior to that because as the world was blurry a moment ago, it began to come into view little by little.

She rubbed her eyes. Was she actually seeing what she thought she was seeing?

Suddenly, she felt a little chilly. A shiver ran up and down her body. She hugged herself.

The world around her was completely silent save for a light breeze that blew mixed with the sound of rustling forest leaves.

The air was cool but not cold. It was the sign that Summer was desperately trying to become Fall.

The smell of pine filled her senses. She had never smelt such a strong pine scent before - except from a candle one of her foster parents used to light during Christmas.

She was surrounded by forest. There was forest as far as the eye could see.

It was growing dark outside but it was still light enough to see trees for miles.

Where was she? She hugged herself a little more.

She was panting. The fear of 'what the hell is happening?' was finally setting in.

Was this real?

Was she dreaming?

She pinched herself. “Ow!”

Okay. Not dreaming

The last thing she remembered was: she was at the diner serving her customers. She remembered a guy wearing gloves and questioning him about the gloves he was wearing and next thing she knew…she remembered nothing.

Had something happened between her and the man?

Another flash and she was back home in New York. She was in the alley behind the diner, taking out the trash when… someone grabbed her from behind and stabbed her… in the neck.

“Oh sh*t.”

Had it been the man wearing the gloves? He gave her the creeps the moment he came in, but a lot of people in the city gave her the creeps.

That was part of living there.

She wasn't sure who had brought her here... but why here?

It didn't matter.

None of this mattered.

What mattered was she needed to get the hell out of here and back home before she missed her shift tomorrow and got kicked out. Working for the owner of the flat where she lived was her way of earning her keep. If she lost her flat, she lost everything.

She slowly began to stand as best she could, but her sight wasn’t completely back to normal and she was finding it difficult because… there was something covering her legs, preventing her from moving.

Jude’s panting grew more intense. She rubbed her eyes to try and wipe out as much of the blur as possible.

She was finally able to see a little more, and that’s when she saw why she couldn’t move her legs.

Her eyes widened.

Her entire body was covered in goosebumps.

She couldn’t move because her lower-half was zipped up in a body bag.

Jude quickly moved all over the place, trying hard to get herself out of the damn thing.

She was freaking out.

She was making noises of terror while tears were falling from her eyes.

She was more scared now than she ever was in her whole life.

Why wasn’t the upper half zipped? More importantly:
why the hell was she in a body bag in the first place?

Mid-panting, she managed to give herself a pep talk. “Okay. You’re okay. You’re alive. That’s what matters. We’re going to get out of here, Jude. Just calm down.”

She managed to calm herself down, and that was when she started to look for the zipper on the body bag.

As soon as she found it, she unzipped the damn thing and set herself free.

She didn’t even take the time to look around before running… and next thing she knew mid-run, - - - “ooof” - - - she tripped and fell down into a hole - that she didn't realize was: six feet in the ground - and beneath where she now lay… was another body bag.

Jude wanted to scream, but she had this internal feeling that told her whoever was digging holes and throwing body bags inside of them… was either around or coming back, and she had no intention of drawing attention to them.

She knew she had to get out of the hole, but… what if there was another girl inside of that bag who was just asleep like she had been?

What if she - - - Jude couldn’t just leave her there.

She closed her eyes as silent tears fell down her cheeks.

She looked upward to make sure she didn’t hear or see anyone coming.

She could feel creepy critters starting to crawl across her body.

She reached her trembling hands out for the zipper and began to slowly unzip.

Her heart was pounding.

She was breathing so heavy her chest was tightening.

When she finally got to a place where she could pull back the flap of the body bag, she gasped and fell back as the smell reached her nostrils.

She covered her mouth to prevent the scream.

There... before her…. lay a woman… she was blonde, pretty, and young - she couldn’t have been more than five to ten years older than Jude.

The woman was blue… and the smell of her rotting flesh was awful.

Jude started panting harder than before.

She was still silently crying as she forced herself out of the hole.

She crawled and pulled herself back up to the surface.

When she arrived on top she hunched over and began to gag from the overwhelming smell and sight of the decomposing woman.

If she wasn't so scared, she would've been sad. No one deserved that.

Jude took a moment to regain her composure. Her hands were on her knees, and she worked to catch her breath.

She didn't dare look back down in the pit. She never wanted to see anything like that ever again.

She stood tall, looking around to get a better idea of her surroundings.

She knew to do so this time.

Beside the hole she climbed out of there was a large pile of dirt - obviously left over from what had just been dug, and placed in the middle of the pile of dirt was a shovel, (obviously owned by whomever did this to her and all of these other sorry souls) and beside the pile was a flashlight and a cigarette that was still lit. Jude welcomed the smell, as the ashy scent filled her nostrils and replaced the lingering smell of death.

Jude had so many questions one would normally have in these situations circling her mind… but this wasn’t the time for questions.

This was time to survive.

She looked around the area…and what she saw made her want to run and run until she was free or couldn't run anymore.

This particular clearing was covered with body bags, and next to each of them there was a hole that had been dug… as if the bodies were ready to be dumped in and forgotten.

Jude had no idea what was going on, but from this moment forward, she just assumed she was the only one that was fortunate enough to be alive.

She wasn’t crying anymore.

Her eyes remained wide.

Her chest was still heaving.

She was terrified, but now she was in survivor mode.

She would make it out of this forest alive.

She picked up the flashlight and the shovel. She was ready to whack anyone who stood in her way from getting the hell out of here.

Just when she was about to take her leave, a shiver ran down her spine as a noise could be heard a few feet from where she stood.

Jude closed her eyes, taking a moment to gain the strength to look at where the noise was coming from.

Finally... she opened her eyes and slowly turned her head. Was there movement coming from that body bag?

Jude gulped. She was breathing heavy again.

“Oh sh*t.” She breathed out. “Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t.”

She wasn’t caught up on much of today's culture, but she was sure this was how every horror movie started and ended.

If there was someone alive in that bag, she had to help them.

She couldn’t just leave them.

“Damn my conscience!” She spat out quietly as she made her way over to the bag.

She had the shovel in one hand and the flashlight in the other.

She bent down toward the moving body bag, put the flashlight and shovel by her side (ready right beside me just in case I needed them) and slowly opened the body bag.

Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip. She slowly undid the zipper. Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip. She forever hated that sound.

The bag moved a little more, as if the person inside was trying to shake themself free.

You can do it, Jude. She pulled the flap of the body bag open. Please be someone who can help me…

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