Analeigh Franklin (shadowedgirl) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-09-29 14:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | annaleigh franklin, charlie |
Who: Leigh and Charlie
What: Two haunters meet.
Where: Haunted House
When: Late night
Rating: Language
Status: Finished
There were others who worked in the haunted house, Leigh knew, but this wasn't the kind of environment where one hung out with their coworkers. Instead, Leigh kept mostly to herself, shrouded in shadow for a good portion of the night, obscuring herself until just the right moment when she could pounce out towards her unwitting victims. It wasn't unlike the peculiar high she used to ride after a successful con, but it was shorter. It got her adrenaline going and put her in a mood that was ridiculous and good, all at the same time.
The last bunch of marks had gone through the darkness, clinging to one another in sweat and fear by the time they made it out alive, and at the end of the journey she could hear the nervous laughter and the men shouting things like 'man, that was awesome!' 'you totally screamed like a little girl'. There was good-natured ribbing and she looked towards the door with a sense of longing for the familiarity and friendship. Suddenly, it was covered with a familiar defensive arrogance, the kind that told her 'you don't need people like them. They're nothing. They're normal.'
Sighing, she turned from the light and moved back into the comfort of the shadows, stepping through the house with sure feet even as she moved through the darkness. The shadows would let her know if she were going to fall into something, somewhere. Or if she was going to run into anything...
Like right about now. She paused, her eyes lifting. No matter her skills, she still had trouble seeing in darkness. "Door's that way." she said, her voice tired. She was assuming that the person she'd very nearly run into was a fair goer. Not one of her elusive coworkers.