Marissa Knight // Mrs. Lovett (fondnessforyou) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-12-18 17:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | marissa knight |
Who: Marissa Knight (and NPCs)
What: Marissa monologues and gets rid of her stress.
Where: Her mansion in Portland, Oregon
When: December 18, 2010. Late evening.
Warnings: Violent/graphic descriptions and extreme animal cruelty.
Marissa let a soft breath escape her lips that, from anyone else, might have been considered a sigh. Her heels clicked against the tile floor of the entry hall as she made her way into the house. She could hear the maid, whatever her name was, scuttle from the kitchen and into the space behind her to pick up the fur coat that Marissa had carelessly dropped on the floor. As instructed, the maid did not great Marissa. It was a pointless and useless waste of breath, and she would not have it in her household.
“I want dinner in an hour. As usual, I am not to be disturbed. Remain downstairs for the rest of the day.” Marissa told the other woman in a cool tone as she glided up the sweeping staircase. Sometimes- like today- she found the grand size of her house to be a hassle, but normally she liked the grand style of the mansion she’d purchased. It told others that she was a powerful and rich woman. And to Marissa, doing that was incredibly important. After all, that was an useful support when she blackmailed them. It was hard to believe a woman living in a small apartment when she told them that she had information about their infidelity, after all. But a woman in a mansion? That’s when they took notice of what she had to say.
More pieces of her outfit were discarded as she made her way down the hall. Her earrings, shoes, bracelets, necklace, and jacket all found their way onto the floor for the maid to pick up the next morning after Marissa left the house. At last she made it to the special room in the back corner of the house, the Aviary, and locked herself inside.
It wasn’t really an aviary. It was really just a small, soundproofed room with stacks of birdcages inside- each with several birds per cage, and all of them constantly chirping and singing and trying to be heard. It wasn’t by any means her favorite room, but it was by far one of the most useful to her. She found that being around the birds was very… Stress relieving. And she’d had a very stressful day. So she started telling the birds- specifically a small vivid green one that was the only one in its vast cage.
“Mr. Matthews was very rude to me,” Marissa said in a pouting voice, so very unlike the emotionless one she used with most people. “He told me I was a useless whore! So mean.” She faked a sniffle, pretending that comment had actually hurt her feelings. The small bird chirped at her as though to agree how very rude it was. Or perhaps it was just trying to sing. One can never know with birds- but Marissa liked to pretend they were having an actual conversation. It was difficult to talk to someone in a cage though, so she opened the door and reached in, letting the bird hop onto her finger. Like all of her birds, its wings were clipped, and she was in no danger of having it try to fly away.
“And then,” Marissa continued, still sticking out her lower lip and looking completely distraught. “And then he had the audacity to actually try to hit me! See?” She pointed to her reddened check with her free hand. “And so I said to him- I said, ‘Mr. Matthews, how dare you hit a lady! Especially one who could bring down your company with a single word or tell your wife about your string of affairs, including the one with me!’” She laughed then- a high strung hysterical thing that sounded more like a hyena crowing over its prey then a woman pleased with what she’d said. “And that got him to shut up, that did. But he glared at me something awful fierce. And that, Birdy, that wasn’t nice at all. Actually, it made me mad.
“After all, what right does he have to glare at me and start calling me a whore? None at all.” Red painted lips twisted into an angry snarl and her eyes grew unfocused as she remembered the exchange. She was cupping the bird- which was chirping louder and with greater agitation the before- in both hands so that it could not jump to the floor. “He’s the one who agreed to have sex with me. He’s the one who did all of those awful nasty things at his workplace.” Her grip on the bird began to grow tighter so that it was trapped in one fist and unable to move. It was crying and peeping at her in a pitch so high that all of the other birds were starting to do the same, but Marissa paid no mind. “What an awful man! He just makes me angry! So, so very angry! It just makes me want to- it makes me want to-!” She screeched in frustration, tightening her grip all the more on the life in her hand- ribs cracking and organs compressing and a tiny heart beating and trying so hard to cling to life-
Crunch.
And the bird was dead. But Marissa hardly paid any mind to the fact that she'd killed it, or that her fingers were dug deeply into it's body- tissues and muscles pressing against her skin and under her nails. Instead, she slowly opened her bloodied palm and kept talking to the bird.
“I hate him. He’s nothing like my Mr. Todd. My dear, sweet Mr. Todd.” She took a deep shuddering breath and seemed to calm down a little. Sometimes thinking of Mr. Todd helped, while other times it made her even more enraged. Today was a good day, though. “Even if he did kill me, he’d never be so cruel or ungentlemanly with his words. Mmm.” Her expression smoothed and became thoughtful, the corners of her lips turning up in a wistful smile. “Such a lovely man. And I’ll find him, one day. It’s only a matter of time. And then we’ll be together forever.” Her smile grew until she was baring her sharp white teeth in a wolfish grin. "In marriage or death, we will be together."
She stroked the bird’s face gently with her thumb, smearing blood on its feathers and beak and unseeing eyes. “I do love him so,” she confided in a quiet whisper with another hysterical giggle. “And I know he’ll love me back. He has to. I'll make him.”
And the birds around her screamed and screamed and screamed while Marissa just stood there and smiled.