Ah, it was easy. So easy in fact, that it was practically unenjoyable. Almost not worth the effort. Almost... Maya was absolutely the picture of vulnerability lying there beneath the heavy, resinous-scented boughs of the cedar tree. She was seemingly begging for someone to come strolling along and ruin that pretty scene of lackadaisical daydreaming, and hell would freeze over before Poppy let the chance slip through her fingers.
No, she wanted to appreciate every second of what was about to happen. There wasn't a moment to lose! Hastily, Poppy draped a giant, white sheet over her head, nearly tripping in the process because of the staggering length. So what if it came from her bed? That was irrelevent. She had craftily poked holes through where her eyes would be, and sketched a gaping mouth in mid-scream to finish the ghoulish design. It was Halloween-esque, sure to get the job done, and took all of five minutes. She was a mastermind!
Poppy silently crept behind the tree, accidently scraping her hand on the rough bark of the trunk as she situated herself. Maroon liquid welled at the surface of her palm. Oh well, perhaps the blood would add to the fright factor of the otherwise childish prank. Ignoring the sudden stinging, she began to moan diabolically, writhing her body this way and that.