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Who knows. Who cares? (abloodymess) wrote in athinblackline,
@ 2009-07-16 14:33:00

Current mood:	accomplished
Entry tags:	damphyr, ribbon

Who: Damphyr and Ribbon
When: Thurs evening about 11 pm
Where: The House of Horrors
What: Mason meets an unexpected visitor
Warnings: possible lang

Several female screams rang through the night, tickling down his spine deliciously, his mismatched eyes watching as the pair of teenage girls ran from the House of Horrors. Heh. He loved customers like that, they were so easy to scare, and so loud, their eyes got so wide at the tiniest little thing, and the rush of adrenaline was just great, nothing better. He sighed a little as he dropped from the rafters of the house of horrors, having been hanging upside there, hiding until they'd gotten to a certain point and that was when he revealed himself, much to the girls's horror. He groaned as he landed on his feet, as agile as a scrawny tomcat, stretching his long arms over his head for a brief moment, a wicked little smirk wafting over his currently dark red lips.

It was quite dark in the house, so it would be hard to see anything, so he reached over, sliding a long, skinny hand behind a hidden panel, pressing a button, where a dim light flared on, it enough to flood the area with light, even if it was dim. This particular evening the tall, skinny man was wearing just a pair of quite tight fitting black leggings and a pair of black and white striped socks. He never wore his boots while he was 'hanging around', it made things harder and noisier, so he just went in stocking feet, the leggings were for the purpose of being able to move around freely and easily. His hair hung down behind him, it looking clean though, so it had a shine to it, something it did not always have. He wore black mascara, eyeliner and a dark navy eyeshadow, that making his eyes look like they were sunken into his pale face, making him look quite the part for what he was doing. On his lips was what looked like dark red lipstick. However, that really wasn't what it was.

Not that anyone was aware of this, but instead of lipstick it was actual blood--it gave the whole outfit an 'authentic' kind of feel for him. In fact, that was what he was looking for and found soon after, a small can he'd kept covered that he'd stored in a cool area. He pulled it out from its hiding spot and took off the cover, smearing fresh blood across his lips, sticking a finger in there for extra measure so he could get a taste or two, as that screaming had awakened a slight hunger in him, but nothing too horribly bad, not yet.

When he was finished with this morbid little ritual he put the can away, his sharp hearing picking up..a sound of some sort. He wasn't exactly sure what or who it could be, but..something was nearby, and it slightly pissed him off that he hadn't noticed it till now.

"Who's there?" He demanded in that deep, gruff tone of voice of his, one silver eye and one dark eye narrowing suspiciously as his eyes explored the area thoroughly.

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daughter_shade
2009-07-17 05:46 am UTC (link)

Considering Ribbon's taste in entertainment, one would not find it at all strange that she was hanging around the House of Horrors. Occasionally, she would come there and settle, finding a sneaky little spot up in the rafters to hunker down in and just listen to the sounds of thudding hearts as people tried to thread their way through the house without losing their minds. It was quite fun for her and she didn't even have to play her usual game of jack in the box to get to listen to the screams. Granted, she liked to play jack in the box, but she also liked to chase those who ran away from her. Better to not play the game if she couldn't follow through.

Tonight, she was hiding up in the House of Horrors, up in the rafters above the false ceiling meant to keep the place feeling smaller than it actually was. What Mason could hear was the soft scrap of her ribbons against the false ceiling. Ribbon was aware of the sound and saw no reason to make it stop. Most people paid it very little mind. Those who did seem to notice it thought it was an effect of the House and only became more afraid.

At least, that had been so until Mason looked up and wanted to know what was making the noise. Ribbon was aware of Mason in an odd way, aware of him because he seemed to have a pleasure reaction to the fear others gave off as well. There were few who liked to do such things outside of the arena, hence why it got her attention. One could even say that it was part of her the reason she kept coming back, though she didn't quite understand things that way.

Now she folded up smaller, not willing to announce herself, but rather waiting it seemed to find out if Mason would come hunting the noise. Would he hunt the noise or would he become frightened himself and chose to ignore it? There was no telling, but she hoped he would come look. Maybe it would be fun to fright the frighter.

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abloodymess
2009-07-17 06:15 pm UTC (link)

The building wasn't really his, but nevertheless, that was how he considered it, perhaps due to the years he'd worked there and the success he'd had doing so. So he didn't particularly care for the idea of not knowing what was going on in HIS house of horrors. Therefore he decided to track down the source of that curious noise since he had recieved no answer.

His eyes remained narrowed as he moved off the ground, floating in mid air, it appeared, shifting up to the area where he thought he'd heard the strange noise coming from. That was when he got the surprise of his life. The first thing he saw were..black tendrils or something..the hell were they, tentacles? No, they didn't really look like nasty tentacles, they reminded him of what he sometimes used to tie back his hair--ribbo--OH SHIT! His heart thudded in his chest as he reared back, the surprise obvious on his pale face as if he'd discovered a horent's nest or something equally as nasty, and perhaps he had. He paused in mid air, seeing now what was attached to the ribbons, his sharp eyesight cutting into the dimness and the shadows.

He stared with wide mismatched eyes, though to his credit, he did not flee, just looked like he wanted to but thought better of it. What the hell was she doing here?! He had to wonder if his safety was something he had right now or not..then again she hadn't been trying to do anything..maybe she was just watching..?

He blinked at the thought, clearing his throat slowly, wondering if she had a means of communication or if she even wanted to communicate with him, but he decided to try. "Uh...sorry 'bout that, didn't expect any company." He managed to announce rather gruffly, floating back to the ground, the bottoms of his feet touching down as he kept an eye on her.

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daughter_shade
2009-07-19 07:50 pm UTC (link)

Ribbon had two options when it came to hiding, either pick someplace and get really, really still or choose something where her pretty much constant motion would go unnoticed. In the House of Horrors, it would have been better, hiding wise, if she had gotten extremely still. However, she didn't want to stop making the noise especially since he seemed interested enough to come looking. In her mind, he wanted to find something, so he would find something. There was no real reason for her to run. After all, he wasn't a threat to her, just another one of the hundreds of people on the island, all of whom continued living mostly because she hadn't desired to kill them yet.

That was literally how Ribbon thought and so far, no one had managed to dissaude her from that notion. It was quite likely that no one would ever manage that with her. It required a complete overhaul of her thinking. Good luck with that idea.

She could hear the motion of the air around him as he levitated. Ribbon crunched into a little ball on one of the beams above the false ceiling, waiting for him to come all the way up. Then came the moment she'd been waiting for, the same moment she enjoyed with so many others, that moment of absolute panicked recognition. It drew what could only be called a smile to that very mask-like face. With Ribbon smiling, it was usually one of two things, she was amused or she was hungry. Amusement was so much safer for those around her.

His words went into her head, though she didn't immediately think to answer him. He floated back down, and she simply moved as if watching him, now hanging upside down, a motion extremely corpse like in the way her whole body seemed to go limp. Though the darkness moving around her only served to make things creepier.

No words, just her staring, no moving attempts to leave like someone who had been caught doing something that they shouldn't.

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abloodymess
2009-07-19 08:02 pm UTC (link)

Holy hell, if he hadn't shit his pants before he probably really should have now, damn, this was the stuff of horror movies, and if he'd been watching this he would have been saying how the fucking idiot should have ran, but instead he just stood there with his fool mouth hanging wide open, though he shut it after a moment, still half not believing this was really happening.

He forced himself to swallow, his chest rather tense, and although he was frightened, he was also amazed in some way. He hadn't really expected she would answer him, but he wasn't sure what he expected her to do, but he knew if she had sinister intentions, he probably didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of surviving.

Maybe it would be best to give her a peace offering of some sort? Hell, did she even KNOW what peace WAS? Or was she simply a killing machine of some sort? So many questions and no one here that could or perhaps the word was, would, answer them. But he decided once more that he would try nevertheless. Hopefully he wasn't pushing his luck here.

He continued watching her, not really feeling he could take his eyes off her, the hair on the back of his neck standing up as he said, voice a little thin but not really to the hysterical point, not yet, "Uhm...I dunno what you like or if you even want any of this shi--uh..stuff.." He caught himself just in time, in case for some reason she would a priss and didn't like swearing, "But I got blood, if you like it.." He said, picking up the small can he'd hid away, leaving it sit on the ground. "Orrr...uhh..." He grabbed sideways, hand getting ahold of a bottle, "Some Amaretto.." He said, reading the label, a few beads of sweat running down the side of his face. Shit, she probably woouldn't like sweet shit.. He thought desperately, but it was the only thing he had in this area, so what else could he offer. Having pitched this, he placed the bottle on the ground beside the can.

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daughter_shade
2009-07-19 08:33 pm UTC (link)

Ribbon didn't know horror movies, one of the things about being born blind, you didn't get to see all those grisly things they could depict on the screen for the edification of the masses. However, to say she hadn't heard herself described as a creature straight out of the horror movie would be incorrect. Ribbon knew her reputation as the Island's Monster, the King's Killer, all the assorted little nicknames and how absolutely terrifying being in her presence could be. It was something she actually banked on. She used it to knock her opponents off of their game. Set them up for the takedown.

It was no unusual for her to think in those terms. Killing someone was a different thing entirely. She tilted her head as he swallowed, marking his reaction. He was afraid of her. Yet, he had the good sense to realize that running was not in his best interest. In this kind of space, running would have been a death sentence. Especially if she was thinking of attacking someone.

Attacking someone was, as usual, some distance from Ribbon's conscious mind. Not that it would take more than about a second for the kill switch to flip and her to go into a murderous rampage given the right stimulus, it wasn't immediately at the top of her brain. It was actually rare for it to be on top of everything when she wasn't in the arena.

Blood she knew. Amaretto was not something she'd ever tasted. Not something other people thought about giving her. Her head ticked in the other direction before without warning she dropped head first in the direction of the floor. It seemed she might strike, but then she'd turned over and landed in a crouch. Her ribbons brushed out and then forward, making what looked like modified wings. When she put her hands on the floor, it was obvious that her fingers were odd things, exceptionally long things and white like bleached flour, the same shade as her face.

She crawled close enough to sniff the bottle of Amaretto before turning her head and sneezing. It wasn't that the scent was unpleasant, but to clear it out of her nose to smell something else. The blood was fairly fresh, not as fresh as she got from killing someone, but then again...blood's freshness went down considerably once you got it out of the body. Adopting a rather cat-like pose, she picked up the bottle, not with her hands, but with one slick ribbon and took a sip.

That got another smile though she put the bottle back on the floor. Then she picked up the can, but rather than drinking out of it, she offered it back to Mason, as if she recognized it as the more important of the two things offered.

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abloodymess
2009-07-21 04:51 am UTC (link)

Mason saw the irony in this--not ten minutes ago he'd been feeling real good cause he'd scared the wits out of those girls, and now he was the one getting the scaring treatment. Not that he enjoyed the irony, but it was easy enough to see. He watched with a sinking feeling for a moment as she came down, but then she simply was on the ground. He stood stock still, feeling sort of like his legs weighed about five hundred pounds.

As he stood there he looked her over, half in disbelief still that he was standing a foot or so from the terror he'd heard described on the island many times, head tilted just a little to the side, as if he was curious, and vaguely so, he was..but he wasn't about to ask questions right now.

He blinked as she sneezed, watching the bottle being picked up now, he having to wonder if she was going to like that or not. He watched as she smiled, feeling perhaps a tiny bit more at ease but not anywhere near totally, he had a feeling this chick wasn't exactly a simple one to figure out and even if she was smiling, that didn't particularly mean he'd be alive at the end of this lovely little encounter..

Then the next thing he knew the can was being offered back to him. He extended a hand and took the can, taking a sip out of it even. This was his ration for the night, but hell if he cared, he wanted something to take the edge off and this probably would help he figured.

"Not exactly fresh.." He said gruffly, rolling his shoulders, "But I take what I can get." He murmured, putting the can back down now, running a hand slightly nervously through his long, dark hair.

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daughter_shade
2009-07-21 06:04 pm UTC (link)

Ribbon sniffed the air, knowing full well there were others drawing near. She could hear them. New patrons for the house...Ribbon smiled and then started to laugh, a harsh bark-like sound, which as much as it might have signaled her amusement also managed to make the hair of most people stand at attention.

It was unusual for Ribbon to allow anyone to dictate her life other than Fischer. The rules set by others only applied when she felt like they should, otherwise, she had extremely selective hearing about the things that should be important to her. So the concept of take what you can get meant whatever she was strong enough to take of her own accord.

The footsteps were drawing nearer now. That was when she did something others might consider odd, Ribbon moved, standing up until she was standing at her full height all six foot five inches of her. That meant she had to look down into Mason's face. She smelled his breath, far too close, the darkness around her threatening to blot out the lights. This close it was far too easy to see that all of Ribbon's teeth were filed to points, they had been for a long time.

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abloodymess
2009-07-21 06:19 pm UTC (link)

He watched her sniff at the air and did so himself, that enough to tell him also that he was about to have more..visitors. Hell, at least these visitors wouldn't make him want to go live under the bed for a couple hundred years. Well, perhaps he was putting that on a little thick but fuck, he wasn't used to this, he wasn't supposed to be the one that was having the shit scared out of him.

Jesus fucking CHRIST!

Was what he thought next when suddenly the female stood right up, demonstrating that she was indeed, taller then him, another thing he really wasn't used to and he felt a little dizzy suddenly, wondering if his legs would give out for a moment, and although he didn't scream, his breath came out in a strangled little sound as if something was cutting off his airway.

"Uh...hey...how's it goin...?" He managed to..squeak..yes, squeak he feeling ridculously like a prepubscent boy once again even though he hadn't thought about those days in forever. He stood like a statue, not even breathing for a second, looking as pale as it was possible for him to look as he continued staring at her, adding breathlessly, "Damn...better teeth then mine.."

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daughter_shade
2009-07-21 07:01 pm UTC (link)

He was panicked. It was so very obvious. Were he slightly less stoic, he might have fainted or peed himself or something else that would have been very very embarassing should it ever get out. Not that Ribbon would ever tell. She'd keep the secret if only because she didn't talk.

Still, the reaction amused her.

So close, so very menacing. With teeth like those, it wasn't hard to believe how easily she managed to take chunks of flesh off of others. Yet she seemed to be watching him intently before rubbing her cheek against his, taking a bit of the blood streak onto her own skin. It was a band of red rapidly turning black on pale skin.

Then she simply went up, back up into the false ceiling. Let him take her actions however he wished. In fact, he could almost forget that it had even happened except for one thing. The bottle of Amaretto was gone.

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abloodymess
2009-07-25 05:33 am UTC (link)

Then his heart was in his throat when suddenly he realized with slight alarm that her cheek was against his! Through the panic going on in his mind he didn't realize quite what she was doing until she had went back up and as quickly as this strange encounter had started it was quite over.

His mouth dropped open again and he grapsed his chest, his hand over his heart for a moment, not really believing what had just happened. He finally let himself look around, noticing his 'peace offering' had been taken. Well, at least he was still alive.

"Holy fuck.." He whispered quietly, reaching up to touch that cheek now, eyelashes fluttering in confusion.

Yes, surely time to leave, he had to sleep on this one to begin to understand it. "Well...goin to bed now..g'night..." He called up towards the rafters and turned, walking ever so slowly to the front doors of the funhouse..and when he got there he ran out the doors as fast as his legs would carry him, gone, not even locking the doors.

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