Little Bird (sleighted) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-06-17 00:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | asher reeves, faelan, nyssa carter, slade |
Who: Nyssa, Faelan, probably Slade & Asher
What: Pranking the grouchy siren.
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Outside Melanthe's trailer
Rating: I forsee cursing. Lots of cursing.
Their prey was in sight. Their weapons were in their hands, primed and at the ready. It was too easy – he was in the open, exposed, vulnerable. He would never see them coming. They were perfect predators, stalking through the tall grass, undetectable, inescapable...
...and by tall grass, Nyssa meant the barren area between the trailers, where there really was no grass. The mental picture was nice, though. In her head, she and Faelan were practically lions. And the dark-haired half-siren asleep by his sister's wading pool was a gazelle, just silly enough to doze off beside a watering hole. It was almost too easy. If it had been Melanthe lying there sleeping beside the pool, Nyssa would have been happy to keep her distance. She could be a little... intimidating.
But Slade. Slade was just a jerk. He strutted around all full of himself, and he wasn't nice to Faelan, and he picked on everyone with his stupid song, and... he deserved what they were going to give him. Glancing over, she nudged at her partner-in-crime's side, her voice dropped to a whisper. "Are you ready?" Her weapon came up, brandished boldly – a black Sharpie marker, brand new and ready to be unleashed on the sleeping siren.