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maskormenacelogs2018-11-11 06:08 pm
slightlyoffchilt) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-11-11 06:08 pm
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GLASS ME IN THE FACE, IT'S WHAT I DESERVE --
WHO: Negan and Frederick Chilton
WHERE: Chilton's townhouse in Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Sometime after 1AM, but more specifically after this.
WHAT: A late night chitchat.
WARNINGS: Negan.
Part of the thrill came from the unknown; Chilton didn't know what Negan's purpose was, aside from the superficial ploy for attention. That angle had been an obvious one, and something Chilton couldn't restrain himself from calling out during their conversation. But as they had talked, it became apparent that Negan carried an ulterior motive -- and perhaps one that was obscured to even him, when he first made that midnight phone call.
Well.
Negan had a knack for the theatrical, didn't he?
Chilton waited in his living room, the clean white walls and the white interior decor speaking to his modern instinct. The couch he sat upon was a deep navy blue, a shock of color against the pristine environment he roamed. He waited as instructed, as Negan wanted. He walked right into the trap that Negan had composed. Eagerly situated.
WHERE: Chilton's townhouse in Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Sometime after 1AM, but more specifically after this.
WHAT: A late night chitchat.
WARNINGS: Negan.
Part of the thrill came from the unknown; Chilton didn't know what Negan's purpose was, aside from the superficial ploy for attention. That angle had been an obvious one, and something Chilton couldn't restrain himself from calling out during their conversation. But as they had talked, it became apparent that Negan carried an ulterior motive -- and perhaps one that was obscured to even him, when he first made that midnight phone call.
Well.
Negan had a knack for the theatrical, didn't he?
Chilton waited in his living room, the clean white walls and the white interior decor speaking to his modern instinct. The couch he sat upon was a deep navy blue, a shock of color against the pristine environment he roamed. He waited as instructed, as Negan wanted. He walked right into the trap that Negan had composed. Eagerly situated.