InsaneJournal

Who: Madison (AHS) and Klaus (UA)
What: Meeting for cigarettes
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: The town square
Rating: Probably moderate for swearing



Really, should Madison have been surprised to discover when she'd died somehow a whole new kind of hell would be waiting for her? Maybe. This place at least promised cigarettes, even if some of the residents were a little annoying. And while she was dressed for the part of employee of the month, she was actually glad not to be waiting on the wrong end of the customer service desk when she'd woken up here.

But that still didn't make this place any less strange or bearable. Not yet. She just really, really needed a smoke then and there to calm her nerves. And maybe to try to wrap her mind around what was going on. As confident as Madison carried herself, she wasn't as unshaken as she appeared. If this wasn't Hell, what was this place? And who were these people? She wasn't convinced this wasn't some sort of mind-fuckery by Michael

It would be like him to toy with the coven before he murdered them all.

She was waiting with a tenseness in her shoulders that could only be described as rigid, she tried to carry herself with poise when she saw the man approach, her chin high, her eyes examining him. Great. Of course, she'd have to get her fix from the ghost of Johnny Rotten.