Perhaps there was a softer way of introducing Lenore into her world. Such as… slowly leading her into it, taking her time to reveal what she truly was, reassuring that she would never hurt her, all of the goodness. But being the cynical person Ally was…— she was basically going to push Lenore off the cliff, letting her go head first into this sick and twisted world unfamiliar to her, knowing about as much as the novels and legends would tell her.
There was no intentions to harm Lenore, but whilst on this little adventure with her, someone was bound to get hurt. Especially with the ache boiling at the pit of the predator’s stomach, just itching to get her daily fill.
“— Awesome. Let’s go then?" A hand would motion for her to follow before stuffing both of her palms into her coat pockets, leading the pair down the sidewalk, glancing around for the perfect house. As a predator in this suburban world, the sociopath has managed to acquire the identities of the individuals living in this complex.
‘Adventuring' into one of the more unnoticeable houses would be best. Can't have the neighbors questioning where so and so has gone. Someone new would be best. It’s more likely to have said that they had decided to move away again. Oh, the plan was enfolding within her twisted mind.
“We’re two cute girls. I’m sure we can woo some guys into letting us come in and raid their homes." Making this plan sound like a dirty teenage trick was her best option. Can’t have Lenore bailing because she thinks they’re going to break in. Being invited in is entirely legal. No harm done.
A pause in her steps before turning to face the brunette, “You sure about this?” A quirk of her brow would be presented, a grin tugging at her lips, beckoning for the girl to comply without hesitation.
“—- Maybe after we have our fun, you can come back to my place? Those books are still waiting to be re-opened."
"Of—course."The photographer didn’t hesitate when the other motioned for her to follow suit. High heeled boots ( which she deep down hated) provided the much needed sounds of ticking on stone cold concrete. Not fully knowing what to do with her hands, she let them dangle on her sides, at times fumbling with the lower part of the dark colored hoodie she was wearing. She took note of the way the noirette gazed at the various houses they passed, obvlious to the rather evil intent that lied behind those seemingly innocent glances.
The warm lights that emitted from the various houses gave her a sense of nostalgia, a feeling in the pit of her stomach, sickening-comparable to being home-sick. Bright blue hues lowered to the ground, not wanting to be distracted by feelings of self-pity that those very lights invoked. “Huh?” A few blinks before the words of her companion registrated in her mind, an apologetic smile quickly crossing soft features- she got distracted way too easily. “Hell yeah. They would be fools if they were to deny us any access in their house. This is so exciting, I am almost shaking, seriously.” The soft titters that bubbled up being proof of exactly that.
Hands were clasped together, eyes squinting, the plan seemed like something fun and easy to do. No harm in tricking others right? A simple prank-it’s not like they were going to hurt them all for the sake of laughter. The blind faith ( or better said positive judgement) she had in Ally made her rather flexible with this sudden adventure. Oh if she only knew that was what about to come would be no different than the nightmares that plagued her.
Frowning she pursed her lips, a rather undignified expression unfolding which reached light optics. “Of course I am sure. I agreed with it, didn’t I? No way I am stepping back!” And here she puffed her chest, head tilting up high with eyes closed-an attempt at appearing cocky which did fail in a sense as the couldn’t keep her lips in a straight line, the corners twitching before she gave up, hands were thrown up in the air. Acting. The one thing she failed at.
Pointing her index finger at the taller female she spoke. “That is a promise. I bet by now those books are crying my name. Wailing ‘Lenore, Lenore, please come read us!’. The poor things.” A sigh and a shake of her head, brown locks escaped from the grasp of a rather messy done braid, pillowing behind her back and over her shoulders. The girl tried to fasten her walking pace, a skip here and a hop there till she stopped, gesturing towards a house. “Will we take that one? It looks so homely—I bet they have lots of treats.” And so the adventure would begin, unbeknowst to her, it wouldn’t have such a happy ending—at least for the inhabitants of the house and many more to come.
“Well — since it’s your bright idea, care to join me? I’m sure we can frighten the lot with two of us." Definitely sure that she could take them on by herself, but having someone by her side to witness the horrors she can cause always brought some sort of sadistic joy out of her.
Even though that could mean scarring her human friend for life. Possibly send her off the deep end? Or — perhaps intrigue her, given that she believes that supernatural beings are all a myth?
Oh dear, I fear the day that Lenore discovers what Ally truly is —-
A [ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ] ;;
“But I do want Halloween shaped cookies. Especially since Halloween is right around the corner. Nothing says getting into the spirit like indulging in bat and pumpkin shaped cookies~." It’s just an excuse to fill her stomach with loads and loads and loads of sugary sweets.
Brows rose and lips pursed at the suggestion-for a moment or two seriously considering the offer. She didn’t need to be in the clinic for the upcoming two days, spending the day/night elsewhere ( other than her parent’s home) was certainly appealing. So with much eagerness did she nod, brown ringlets bouncing up and down, feverishly till she stopped. “I would be honored Miss. Ally!” With that a mock bow came, from deep within her hips, extending of arms till she stood up straight again.
To scare someone-it actually sounded really fun, she remembered doing that alot when her siblings were younger but as they, and she, grew older, her interest moved to other things. If only she knew what dear Ally really was, she might not have been as eager, but certainly still ever curious. Her curiousity would be her death, in a sense, it almost led her to her death months ago-will she ever learn?
Crossing her arms in front of her chest, her head was lightly canted, soft colored lips parting slightly before they fully opened. “Sure, let’s go on a hunt for Halloween treats—eh…cookies. Or both? Both are good?” Cookies, candy, pie-Halloween inspired quite the creative people when it came to food, so why not hunt for all sorts of food. For the photographer it was all about the colors, how it looked like moreso than eating it—Ally could fullfil the role of ‘consumer’ when it came down to it.
“You’re encouraging me to be a criminal? I’m appalled — I didn’t expect for you to be the sort, Lenore." Always interesting to see little miss crazy, but she does quite fancy the human, despite the fact that she’s…— well, human.
"Me? Encouraging you? Noooo!" Words spilled forth quite dramatically, accompanied with the widening of eyes, a hand to her chest and more gasping, if anything she secretly enjoyed being so theatrical even more so when likeable people were around. Ally definatly fit into that category. "—I would never. I merely suggested you take matters in your own hands. If those lead you to the criminal path—…well then—." Cue for the eyebrow wiggling and overall cheeky expression, someone was in a very cheery mood today..
—- all the bat cookies are sold out.
[ Someone’s being a pouty little baby. ]
"Try finding out who bought it, break into their home and demand them to give the goods to you." Yes, it might seem that she’s talking about something entirely different than cookies but the concept remains the same.
Suzume Yosano → Chapter 24
I shouldn’t be suprised that no one replied to that open. Why do I even get my hopes up anyway? I am going to lurk or something.
Absolutely the way she loved it, to be honest. Away from the chattering folk and bustling cities filled with noxious gas that always seemed to make her cough, feeling as if she had to wear a mask at all times in the city, finding how some humans lived to be atrocious. The human world was so filthy, but it was almost as if she could pry herself away. To say that she was curious about such beings would be true, despite her excessive desire to attract and bring them harm always ticking at the back of her unpleasant mind.
However, do not think so ill of her yet — Sawyer is, honestly, quite the lovely girl. Once you get past the whole ‘killer instinct' part.
If… one could manage to overlook such a thing.
❝ — Mind if I take a seat? ❞ A digit is extended to the empty seat next to the brunette, silently hoping that she doesn’t mind if she sits by her…— even if the river is looking quite lovely at the moment.
But… can’t have an accident, now can we? Explaining why the bottom half of her body is mermaid-like can be quite difficult.
The sudden intrusion of a voice above the soft sound of the river pulled the girl out of her daydreaming. Eyes peering up at the sudden ‘guest’ before they lowered to stare at the spot she was pointing at. With a nod and a short lived smile did Lenore pat the empty space beside her. “Not at all. Do sit.” Pulling her legs up to her knees she wrapped her skinny arms around them.
“Not much people actually come here so I am pleasently suprised you are.” Light voice soon breaking the short silence that hovered over them like a comforting veil. The female had a love-hate relationship with the concept of silence, it either comforted or it paved way for the darkest f thoughts to slither into her mind and turn her into a brooding mess.
Clearing her throat, her gaze was shifted towards the river once more, silently admiring the flickering and the shimmering of the vast surface. Patiently waiting for any response of the other.