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The Headless Horseman (heads_will_roll) wrote in hhouse,
@ 2008-01-26 19:44:00

Current mood:

cheerful

Who: The Hessian and OPEN (someone, anyone, echoecho...)
When: Night Time, of course.
Where: The KITCHEN.
Rating: High for Gore, I imagine. (BUT DON'T LET THAT SCARE YOU AWAY! That's just HIM, you know? XD)
Status: Incomplete ~~I hope.~~

These knives were pitifully tiny. The Hessian balanced them in semi-thoughtfulness on the table, comparing them to his long Hell blade. Walking around to the other side of the table, he began opening and closing drawers with no respect to the amount of noise he was making.

Finding the meat cleavers, he took them out as well, examining their sharp edges one by one.

All in all he found them disappointing. Still...

Picking up the largest of the cleavers, he threw it across the room, grinning as it embedded itself into the wall.

Sheathing his sword, he ran his fingertips along the other knives, contemplating what could be done with them if he added them to his arsenal. Really, things could become quite...fun.

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bewitchyou
2008-01-27 03:56 am UTC (link)

Katrina was sitting searching the house for Mrs. Lovett. By this time she wasgoing quite worried since she had been searching all day. True the house was large, yet surely she should have found her by now.

Having not eaten all day she makes her way to the kitchen intent on making or finding some food for her and her husband. She opens the kitchen door and looks up and starts.

And gasps in horror.

She was rooted to her spot. He was in Hell! It can't be! It just can't!

Though it was and she knew it was.

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heads_will_roll
2008-01-27 05:01 am UTC (link)

Growling lowly, the Hessian sniffed the air. Something was different. There was someone else in here, and they had the scent of a...female.

Slamming the knife he was holding into the wall closest to Katrina, the Horseman turned, leering at her.

"Was ist das?" he took a step closer to her, tilting his head in what could only be amusement.

Ah yes, he knew her.

*What is it?

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bewitchyou
2008-01-27 05:09 am UTC (link)

Those eyes. They chilled her very soul and all those horrid memories came back to her. All of them crashing together as if on a train.

She jumps when the knife slams into the wall next to her and she gives a small cry of fright.

"How...how is this possible?" she whispers in disbelief, her voice so thin in fear. She wanted to run. Just turn and run to find Ichabod, though her curiousity was such that she had to know. Had to ask in case she would get an answer.

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heads_will_roll
2008-01-27 08:40 am UTC (link)

He didn't know anything beyond German and broken English. Her words fell on ears that were unable to decipher her meaning.

Truly, it was a wonder his ears worked at all.

Yet something in her expression must have slipped under the language barrier, because as soon as he got a good look at her frightened face, he made a motion. This motion included a swipe across his neck with his forefinger and then a quick point towards the direction he had initially entered the Grounds from...

Whether that made sense to her was completely up to the Fates, but it was clear that the Horseman did not have a clear answer for why he was here.

Stalking towards Katrina, he reached out and touched her hair. Smiling maliciously to himself, he finally revealed his pointed teeth in a heinous expression of glee.

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A CHALLENGER APPEARS

argent_dirge
2008-01-28 03:20 am UTC (link)

The confrontation with Nellie had left Sweeney emotionally drained, but no more satisfied than he had been before they entered the conservatory. What should have been a respite to his confusion and stress had only temporarily quelled his emotions at best. The anger was still there, bubbling beneath restlessness. Pacing was followed by the unconscious need to roam; to accustom one's self with their new surroundings, so-to-speak.

The barber was making his way around the house, not quite sure what exactly he was looking for, when he came across an open door. Curiously, he peeked in.

Kitchenette. Rows of cutlery and assorted utensils. An oven. A device that was blowing out cold air. Shelves and cupboards. He paid precise attention to detail, right up to the sharp, pointed teeth of the man that was leaning over

(Lucy)

Katrina with a chilling, hideous smile.

"..."

((Had to butt in, sorry. :[))

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bewitchyou
2008-01-28 03:32 am UTC (link)

Katrina is horrified beyond words as the Horseman motioned with his hands. She understood that he had no idea how he came to be here either, yet she was more concerned with the fact that he was approaching her.

And touching her hair.

That smile. Her blood ran cold and she felt her heart stop beating. She remembered seeing that smile only once before and she had to hide her face towards Ichabod's chest to imagine of what proceded such a smile. Her hands go to her mouth out of habit as she stares up at those eyes. Those horrible eyes.

She was so distracted by her old nightmare that she didn't hear or see Sweeney enter the room. Perhaps it was a good thing that she did not.

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heads_will_roll
2008-01-28 03:55 am UTC (link)

So another had come to play?

The Horseman observed this man with renewed interest, letting Katrina's hair fall through his fingers. Not reaching for his weapon, he cocked his head at this man too.

Unlike his reaction to the petite blonde, however, he seemed less enthused to accept Sweeney's presence.

Walking heavily towards the other man, the Hessian smiled predatorily.

"Entschuldigung Sie bitte..." he rested his fingertips on his blade, prepared to draw it.

He had no intention of losing a playmate he recalled so well.

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	argent_dirge 2008-01-28 04:06 am UTC (link)
	Sweeney's hand had likewise went to his holster. A razor would be no match against a sword, but he had no intention of fighting the man directly. Such a play would be suicidal. His brown eyes narrowed, and his body tensed. He dared not look at Katrina or break his eye contact with the swordsman in any way; a moment's distraction would ultimately prove fatal. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bewitchyou
2008-01-28 04:24 am UTC (link)

Katrina lets out a breath of relief when the Horseman lets out of her hair and moves to walk away. Yet, she gasps in fright when she sees where he was walking and who he was walking to.

She steps foreword and raises her hand. True, Mr. Todd had treated Mrs. Lovett very poorly and he was a very frightening man though she wouldn't let him be hurt by the Hessian. She couldn't bare to watch.

"Mr. Todd, you must run! Please!" she pleads with him, praying he will listen to her.

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