Who: Shock and Charlie What: Tricks and no Treats Where: Common Room When: Right after dinner time Rating: PG-13 for language
Shock sat in the common room with her black beanie perched on top of the couch, making it look like someone was there but wasn’t. Carefully making sure to have her supplies at ready hand, all she had to do was wait for underwear model to show up and let the plan fall into place. The orderlies weren’t that attentive since she was just sitting there at a table not really doing anything besides doodling pumpkins in her journal. Impatiently waiting, she glanced at the clock and saw it was seven. Where the fuck was that guy!?
Charlie had read the note, read it again, a third time, and then considered declining. After all, this place wasn't a match-making service, and he had already met an overwhelming amount of new people in the last few days. But regardless, he found himself walking toward the rec room, straightening the dark blue sweater he wore, smoothing it over his flat abs self-consciously.
Looking up from her journal she saw the great underwear model himself. Finally! Jesus he looked like he preened and primped for this. It was just a note from a mysterious person that could or couldn’t be an ax murderer, they were in an asylum of course. Watching him carefully, she looked over at her hat, still carefully placed on the couch with no one under it. This was going to take all her stealth, skill, and concentration to get it right. She prided herself in running a few cons to get her tricks done, but she’d never actually gone up against some like him before and this would be the ultimate test.
Ax murderers couldn't sneak weapons into the facility; there was security. Charlie saw the couch from behind, arching a brow a little. He'd been expecting maybe a fancier hat, but the beanie had to be it. Had to be the person, the Adeline--- Adelaide? What had it said on the note?--- who'd written him. Exhaling a little, he approached.
Closing her journal, she stood up calmly and quietly, the orderlies talking to each other and just kept an eye out for if there was sudden movement or yelling and the like. Slipping a hand into her pocket, she gripped the little vial of glitter that she’d swiped from the art room. It’d taken careful planning and exacution, but she’d done it. Walking over to the couch behind Charlie, she simply stopped a few feet behind him and waited for him to turn or grab the hat or even introduce himself to the hat. The last one would definitely make her day.
He was about to say something, sort of wondering what he could say so that he wouldn't startle, but then he sensed someone behind him. Just the idea of someone sneaking up on him freaked him out after what he'd been through with Carface, and a singular moment of panic made his heart kick like a wild horse in his ribs. He spun, hoping to god nothing would be there, that he could blame his imagination.
“Wow, freak much?” Shock said raising an eyebrow as the man jumped and spun around to look at her with a slightly panicked look on his face. Snorted softly, she reached passed him and snatched up the hat and pulled on her head. “Nice to meet you Charlie, I’m Adeline,” she grinned, nothing friendly at all in the smile either.
His face sort of contorted instinctively when he saw who it was, and he couldn't help the twitch on his lip that was similar to seeing a dog shit in public. "...sweetie, were you the one who left me that note? Because I think I'm too old to be hangin' out at the kid's table," he drawled, clearly not amused considering how she'd tormented Itchy.
“Actually no I wasn’t, just covering for the girl that did. Some blond bimbo that’s in here for being a slut or something like that,” Shock lied. “She got freaked out because she didn’t want to get in trouble with her doctor. Some need to please complex or some shit like that,” she rolled her eyes. “So she asked me to watch out for you and to let you know.”
"Oh, really," he said, not buying one ounce of the shit that was coming from her mouth. "Tell her I'm not interested, huh?" He pushed a hand through his tousled hair, then moved to try and sidestep around her.
“Oh, she wanted me to give you this,” Shock said opening her journal and pulling out a piece of construction paper folded in half. It looked like a neatly decorated note, but it was just a Trojan Horse really. “Said you really liked beignets, or something like that,” she said easily stepping in his way. Acting like the girl that had a little crush was always a good way to get things done. “Thought you might like a picture of them.” Holding out the folded paper, she looked up at him expectantly, puppy dog eyes that made her look somewhat sweet and innocent.
"A picture of beignets," he said flatly, arching his brow. She was up to something, he just knew it. No one made puppy eyes like that without a damned good reason why. But he exhaled, then lifted the paper from between her fingers and opened it.
Grinning ear to ear, she watch as a TON of a glitter glob substance just fell out and onto his shirt slowly sliding down and covering the middle of his sweater.. It was an odd mixture of water, the gel glue, and glitter that she’d concocted earlier that day just for this purpose. Oh the glory of it. “I hope you like beignets, I hear they’re delicious,” she cackled, turning to walk right out of there. What was he going to do? He was facing away from the orderlies so they didn’t see the mess and of course they would stop him if he did try something.
He froze for a minute, and suddenly realized why Itchy fucking hated girls. They sucked up until they were in their twenties, at least; he was covered in glitter, and some kind of sick-ass glue that had probably fucked up his expensive-ass sweater. "You are such a bitch," he said, a sort of wonder in his voice as he watched her flounce off. Oh, revenge was going to be awesome.
“Aw I told Adeline that you’d love it,” she grinned, something akin to a little devil that would give anyone the willies. “I’ll send her your love and see if she can whip up something else for you and your little troll friend,” Shock cackled, walking backwards and waving to Charlie.
Seething, Charlie stormed down the hall toward his own room, ignoring her cackles that followed him halfway there. He half-manhandled his door open, twisting the knob and slamming his shoulder into it at the same time, spilling himself into the room and already yanking at the hem of his sweater, livid.
Watching Charlie stalk away, she flipped open her book she put a check next to Charlie’s name. “One down, one to go,” she sneered shutting the book and went back to her room, a job well done on her part she thought. A job well done.