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