( oh hi, i'm a ~test subject~! if anyone would like to plot anything specific with sam feel free to hmu or add me shookspeare to discuss. if you're not familiar with her sam, she's in her mid twenties and is the daughter of a serial killer. she is struggling with her own violent tendencies and the fact she also kind of likes killing people but she desperately wants to be good. the items she'll have with her are - her father's ghostface mask and knife and maybe something of her sister's. sam is also mixed and is visibly latina which might draw some attention. sam also has mental illness, possibly bipolar disorder so... that's fun.

i'm happy to play in either brackets or prose so feel free to change the tense if you like.

SOMEONE WIFE HER UP! 🖤🔪)

!! CW: MENTIONS OF MURDER/VIOLENCE !!

[ bailey was dead. that was the last thing sam really remembered. the look on his face when she stabbed him the last time in the throat after he begged her for mercy had been priceless. it was what he deserved and it felt good killing him after everything he had put her and her friends through. after all the people who died because of him. maybe she was the killer that bailey thought she was but she was still better than him.

her sister had been right next to her. sam remembers that, she remembers turning to look at tara and then... sam's eyes fly open. a ceiling, a popcorn ceiling was above her. her brow furrows, this wasn't the old theatre... the ceilings were higher there. it takes her a few moments to realize she's in a bed. it's her bed, it feels familiar but at the same time it's not her bed. her body goes tense when she realizes she's next to someone, she turns her head slightly to see it's a man - a man she doesn't know. sam practically jumps out of the bed.

her first instinct is to look for a weapon. because when it comes to fight or flight, sam will always choose fight. that's when she notices the picture on the wall, it's her and the same man that was in bed with her and they're... together?! and they look happy, like a couple... like a happy couple?! ]

What the fuck?!

[ then she realizes she's not covered in blood anymore from her fight with bailey, ethan and quinn. had she finally snapped and gone crazy? she looks back at the man on the bed and then moves so she's on top of him, straddling him and pinning him to the bed. ]

Hey! Wake up!

[ sam hates her cocktail dress. she hates the shoes. she hates how impractical it all is. she likes clothes that are easy to fight in, easy to run in. the lack of pockets also make it near impossible for her to have a weapon on her. she had found her dad's ghostface knife in the house she had woken up in and she tried to keep it concealed on her for the most part but outfits like this made that difficult. she had managed though. the knife was pressed against her spine. not the easiest to get too but it was the best she could do and forced her to have perfect posture.

right now she's just trying to get a feel for everyone else who's here. she had hoped that maybe her sister was here but at the same time... she wouldn't wish this (whatever it was) on tara.

sam isn't the type to trust people, not anymore. but she's still looking for someone who could be a potential ally even if it was just temporary.

she's hasn't touched the food and the cocktail in her hand hasn't been sipped from either. she wanted to keep a clear head right now. ]

( something else you'd like to do with sam? maybe you see her wandering around town? or spending too much time in the shops looking at knives? idk. THINGS. )