midnight scare? (OPEN)

[belle]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 700px; background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2w7g5sm.png) no-repeat, bTable][atrb=style, height: 199px; vertical-align: bottom] they stab it with their steely knives but they just can’t kill the beast

[atrb=style, height: 402px; vertical-align: top] Bella wasn’t acting very sane at the moment, but then again, that was nothing new. Her chaotic and mildly crazed laughter filled the air and danced along behind her as she skipped and twirled through the circus grounds, the wide grin plastered onto her face matching her giggling squeals and triumphant laughs of excitement to the utmost perfection. The bell-shaped skirt of her short red and black dress puffed around her with every twirl she took and the black strands of her hair with the twin red ribbons streaming behind her like ribbons. The way she was dressed was completely inappropriate attire to be running around a circus in, but Bella had never been one to care about such things. She was as free as the wind! To do as she liked whenever she liked, never bound or caged in by rules. Oh well, if anything, the happy civilians would just assume the psychotic teen worked there. Not like Bella cared at all what they assumed. In her own opinion, if one didn’t pay so much attention to the dark and violent colors of her overall attire or her crazed facial expression, what mattered was that she enjoyed her appearance, and anyone who didn’t like it, or hated it, could go swim with the sharks for all she cared. And she continued on this mental tangent till a group of happy teens passed her by which was the cause to her sudden stop in crazed, random antics. She turned around and watched the group of teens walk away laughing and enjoying themselves with the darkest of scowls on her face. Hipsters. Yuck. Bella didn’t like them on principal. Just like she didn’t like scene kids. They annoyed her more than the blonde powder-puffs, the wannabe gangsters, the sports-crazed jocks, the emo children, the geeks and nerdlings and all the like of highschool stereotypes. Hipsters were the bane of her existence. So of course, they had just earned invisible targets on their backs. They just couldn’t see it, nobody could. But Bella. Because the bull’s-eyes were for her eyes only. Ideas flooded the insane weresnake’s mind of what to do to the small group of human children whose choice of style was their downfall. Should she give them tragedy? Terrify them half to death to scare the hipster out of them? Put them out of their misery? Not even five seconds had passed before Bella decided what to do. The holiday season had just come to a close, so she would grant them the belated gift of their lives, and instead simply scare them half to death and hope it would darken their perception of reality. She smiled with glee. What a perfect idea! So Bella loosely tailed the hipster band, keeping a safe distance away and remaining slightly out of sight to keep from being noticed. She listened to their conversations, as they spoke of pitiful nonsense and complained about events in their lives which made Bella want to harm the idiots all the more. Their complaints were stupid and simply strengthened Bella’s resolve to scare them all half to death. Maybe then they would be more appreciative of what they had in life. Maybe then they wouldn’t be such an annoyance to the whole world. When they went on rides, Bella would be a few booths away, munching on a snack or chattering away with one of the workers. She was patiently biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Hopefully some time tonight they would go to a more secluded area of the circus, somewhere they wouldn’t expect something to jump out at them. Because if they were expecting a scare, well, that just wouldn’t do! Minutes ticked by, slowly turning to hours as the night wore on. Well, these idiots were just no fun at all! Frustration and impatience slowly boiled over to the beginnings of anger as the snake’s pupils narrowed to slits, eyes themselves narrowing to a lesser extent. Annoying pubescent children. She drummed her long black painted, talon-like nails with their tiny silver razorblades attached to the tips against the wooden tops of one of the booths. Maybe she was wasting her night, trailing after the brats? She could always hunt them down again after she had gone to find something more entertaining to occupy herself with… Maybe skip off the Circus property and ruin the reputation and confidence of some poor animator or necromancer? That’s always fun. Bella leaned back, her arms propped up against one of the booths as she tilted her head up to glance at the starless night sky. City lights always ruined the view of the stars Bella was so accustomed to seeing overhead. She considered her options as she watched the moon, stay or go? Hmm, or maybe kill the city’s power for a bit and see if it brings the stars into view? Choices, choices… TAGS: Szadist WORD COUNT: 820 OUTFIT: is here NOTES: about the silver on the tips of Bella's nails, because it doesn't touch her flesh, it won't harm her. The fact that we can't feel anything on nails saves her from the effects of the silver.

[atrb=style, height: 125px; vertical-align: top] template by jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC

[zombiekitty]

Steel pipes echoed off buildings.

Amber eyes stared forward as he rode through town on the sleek black beast. He hadn't been in town very long. He'd been there just long enough to meet the Ulfric of what was it he had said? Lune de Sang? Yeah, something like that. Szadist still had no idea what it meant but whatever made the Ulfric happy. Szadist was bordering on being bored, and bored for the sociopath wolf was never a good thing. Never a good thing at all. Bored meant that wicked things were fluttered through that dark and twisted mind. From the shadows of the bloodied forest of his mind where he kept his wolf, amber eyes pierced out at him from a midnight face covered in blood. You couldn't see it on that dark maw, but it dripped off to fall onto the forest floor. His wolf was just as anxious as he was. Maybe they would have some fun tonight. Maybe.

The neon sign caught his attention, not because of the fanged clown but because of the name. Circus of the Damned? Sounded like a place were he could have some fun. The names of some of the places here made him feel as though he could fit in. He parked the bike and made his way inside. Amber eyes stood out above the black bandana with the white skull on it. He moved with a predatory gate that screamed predator, not prey. He moved as though he was always hunting, always looking for his next victim. Maybe he was. That dark mind was always working, always spinning. His mind worked much different than anyone else. You could say he wasn't normal by any means. There was something off about him, something dark and dangerous. There was a raw feral fury that clung to him. Something that made others almost afraid to get near him as though that coiled anger could rub off on them.

He moved through the place in that way of his. Harsh cold eyes scanned over every body he passed. He saw them bloodied in his mind. Covered in cuts and bites. They looked lovely in the twisted dark corners of his mind. Lovelier then they did at the moment. Yes, everything looked better with blood. A high pitched annoying sound brought him out of his thoughts. His head turned and found it's source. The sheep was young and she was laughing at something one of the others in her group said. He wanted to rip her voice box out. Her voice was like nails on a chalk board. Could he just walk up and slap her across the face? He caught some of what the male said, it wasn't that funny. He said that as he moved by. "The fuck you laughing at? It wasn't that funny." He said in that deep dark voice, an almost haunting sound it was. The type to chill the bones. There was a growl laced through it, something that was always there. A partially shifted voice box was the cause of the growl and result from too much time in wolf form. The dark and almost haunting quality to his voice, well, that was all Szadist.

The female proceeded to give him a dirty look and one of the males laughed. Halloween is over ya goth freak. A low rumbling growl made it's way up and out of his throat. The sound was eerily more animal than it was human thanks to that partially shifted voice box of his. There was that word again. Goth. He hated that damn word. Just because you liked black that made you, whatever the fuck that was. "Do I look like some little punk who paints their face white?" He cocked his head in a very animal-like way. "Didn't fucking think so." He moved in that shifter speed to stand behind the guy, a large hand around his neck. "Careful sheep, lest you become the prey." He didn't give two shits that people could see this display, didn't care that these little sheep, these 'hipsters' as they were called, weren't in some secluded part of the place. They offended him, pissed him off. He wanted to lick their blood off his fingers. The silver claws on his left hand made it easy to bring blood. He squeezed until a small tendril of blood made it's way from each of the claws. A twisted smile formed. It was the only time he smiled aside from the 'twisted smile' that was permanently etched into his skin. But neither of this showed with the mask in place. Another sheep begged him to stop and he shot him a glare before licking up the blood from the sheep's friend. The male squirmed in his grasp. Szadist whispered in his ear. "I could pull you into a dark corner of this tent and no one would ever be the wiser. You see that?" He said using his hand to turn his head this way and that. "No one gives a shit." One of the females tried to run and he reached out with a free hand and pulled her close. "Where do you think you're going?" Now he had a dilemma, there were two others in the group who, for the moment were frozen in their place, but could easily decide to run. If they did, he wouldn't catch them. What to do what to do.

tagged?!: Annabellinda
words?!: 910
outfit?!: Clicky
notes?!: Oh dear, this could get interesting. She might get her wish for them after all... lmao Though I don't know that scaring is on his list. LMAO
music?!: 'eyes on fire' by 'blue foundation'
inspiration?!: I'm Your Boogieman - White Zombie
credit?!: CLAIRE7@CAUTION TWO POINT OH!

[belle]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 700px; background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2w7g5sm.png) no-repeat, bTable][atrb=style, height: 199px; vertical-align: bottom] they stab it with their steely knives but they just can’t kill the beast

[atrb=style, height: 402px; vertical-align: top] Someone had once described Bella as an over-powered playground bully, but a thousand times crazier, more creative, angrier, and more violent. Of course, right after saying it, she skinned the poor boy alive, carved out his heart and burned the remains, taking bites out of the bloody organ as she watched the flames dance before her. Clearly, that man should have kept the opinion to himself. However, that opinion was equally as clearly, an exact description of the physically 17 year old weresnake. And she knew it too. Accepted it fully and whole-heartedly with open arms and a wide, fang-flashing grin. However, she just didn’t like the tone the man had used to say it in. So she violently killed him. Well, he had been boring her a bit too, if it’s any constellation. This fact however also sung out to Bella’s semi-unpredictability. It was always difficult to guess how Bella would react to things, always one to surprise others or do the exact opposite of what they predicted just for the sake of proving them wrong. It was fun. To her at least. So, when Bella saw the gravely-voiced, big man, “Werewolf…” her mind identified by scent, approach her entertainment to torment for the night, Bella blinked in puzzlement. Unsure how to react or what to think of that. Was she possessive of her play-things? Well, not really, not in this case. Did she share her toys? Hmm… not usually… but she didn’t really see anything wrong with it… She etched closer to the group, intent on hearing the conversation over the noise made by the masses on this busy night at the circus. She didn’t really care about what they were saying, she was more paying attention to the tones they used in their speech. She nearly squealed with excitement at the anger and venom lacing the words both werewolf and idiot teenage humans used against each other. A grin found its way to Bella’s face, near threatening to split her adorable face in half with the wide, fang-flashing grin. Oh, how she loved violence and chaos. They were always so much fun to watch unfolding! Much more interesting than those boring romance, lovey-dovey bullshit teenage girls today swooned for… Bella scrunched up her face in distaste at that thought, near vomiting in her mouth. Disgusting! Why would you give a rat’s ass (no offence meant to the wonderful rat-people! Bella had always been quite fond of wererats!) about the love-lives of others and stupid relationship drama?! It was so dull! Like, like… Like… Umm… Bella thought about that for a minute, pulling her attention away from the scene before her to find a good example of something dull. A smile once again brightened her face as her eyes landed on said object. Like garbage! Bella had to work hard to hold back her hysterical laughter at that one. She was a genius! What a perfect descriptive word for such nonsense! She should remember that and share it with someone… Maybe Soren or Jaren? Neither of them would find it funny most likely, but Bella didn’t much care. The smell of blood and fear danced across Bella’s nose and she near swooned with delight. The werewolf was having all the fun! No fair no fair! Bella had been stalking them first; he couldn’t have all the fun! Okay, no more waiting, time to play too! So Bella danced over to the group, her wide and fang-flashing grin still wide enough to split her adorable face. Her above-knee-length skirt of her dress twirled around her in a near bell-shape with her whirling movement, her black tendrils with the red ribbons intertwined flowing behind her with her overly happy movement, her boots either hardly leaving imprints in the ground when her steps were quick and light like a ghost, or harshly imprinted when she chose to stomp. Blue-green snake-eyes twinkled and sparkled through heavy black lashes and thick black eyeliner as she grinned up at the werewolf. “Hello! Your stealing my prey, I’ve been planning emotionally scarring them all for life to darken their annoying personalities for the good of everyone and their poor families that have to put up with them. But I can share if you like!” Bella released another whirlwind of hysterical giggles, clearly exposing her to be the psychopath she was. “I even know of an empty tent to play in!”

[/b] She grabbed the wrists of the two the werewolf didn’t have a hold of, and then caused the palms of her hands to start slowly decaying in boils and blisters and puss and utter nastiness. Her grins and quiet giggles only increasing at the two human children’s terrified reactions. “Would you like to play? I can show you the way!” She giggled again at a thought. “That rhymed!”She pointed out, more to herself than anyone else. She started swinging her arms back and forth, hands still clasped around the two children’s wrists as they now tried to get away, but mindful of the razors on the tips of her nails. How easy it would be to slice their flesh with it... but no, not yet not yet, it might spoil all of everything and the wolf-man hadn't agreed to play with her yet! The pure terror coming off the humans had Bella’s mouth starting to water… Maybe she might not spare their lives around, maybe they’d make a better snack.. but either way, she was trying to get some of her rotting extras from her hands to hit the two the werewolf had hold of, so they could share in the terror that was rolling off their two friends in delicious waves.

An afterthought grazed the edges of Bella’s mind. "Would Soren get mad about this…?" But then that was easily pushed back and into the midst of her insanity by the desire for amusement. Bella’s own personal amusement always did seem to come before most else.




TAGS: Szadist
WORD COUNT: 992
OUTFIT: is here
NOTES: Bella's a psycho who laughs at her own jokes... and I love her for it xD
[/div][/td][/tr]

[tr][td][atrb=style, height: 125px; vertical-align: top]

template by jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC

[/td][/tr]

[/table][/center]