Post by Mary Jane on Oct 30, 2011 21:01:36 GMT -5
Blake had came out of the shower his hair hanging down in front of his face the stingy black hair keeping him blind like a curtain as he took a towel and dried off his body tingling all over from the cold. He looked up and chuckled at Mary Jane was standing there looking at him as she sat in her one chair looking over a book on something.
Blake still doesn't talk much and he didn't understand why she set him free from the mental hospital, or why she attacked the nurse to get him free. She didn't seem to think about things she just did what she wanted. He scratched his head and wrapped the towel around his waist walking over to her to see what she was doing.
Mary Jane looked up from her book toward the dark curtain of hair covering his face. She smiled playfully at him and closed her book, marking her place without even looking at it. She stood and brushed back his hair, so she could see his face.
Blake smirked and pushed her hand away he didn't like people looking at his face, he wrapped his arms around her and bite down on the right side of her neck. "What you doing.." He shook his head he didn't like talking either he always said the wrong things. She looked up at his newly covered face. She was use to reading his thoughts through hidden facial expressions and gestures. She liked that understanding him presented a challenge to her. He grinned he liked looking at her like through sting beads everywhere. He placed his hands on her face he remembered how she looked even if her features at the moment are distorted. It funny how now she was not talking when she was the one that usually tried to dig into his head. He leaned closer to her ear breathing into her right ear while holding her, and noticing her green costume as she pulled away and placed on her fairy wings. Blake looked at her and then a mask she handed him.
As she handed him a Michael Myers mask she smiled at him. "This costume is perfect for you, you get to have your face covered and can't talk without breaking character." She turned to look at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting her wings slightly to make them even. As she admired the effect of glowing green fairy wings, she caught a glimpse of his mask behind her reflection. He was the best she had ever seen. she knew he could give the costume the correct effect. The last person that she saw dressed like that was at a haunted house she went to with her friend. He may have had the costume perfect, but the body language was all wrong. He was more or less trying to jump out and scare people rather than the slow calculated movements that character is known for. Then, he had to be obnoxious and ask her out, breaking character all together. Really, when in all those movies did he ever jump out and scare people and then ask them out. At least she knew that Blake would get it right. "You look great Blake."
He felt like chuckling and then put the mask on over his face, it did not feel like his own. The mask he wore to the ring was more like his own skin he looked in the mirror behind her and tilted his head. His breath was hot inside the mask, and again his facial expression are hidden keeping him safe. He took a slow step closer to her and realized how close she was to his grasp she trusted him so willingly but if he wanted to he is stronger then her and could snap her like a twig. He tilted his head thinking she should run, most people run right now. His eyes are hallow looking in the mask, but the small light that does manage to show the green piercing stare he is looking at her with. She is backed against a wall right now and can not go anywhere, she was the one that got him out, she should think of how bad that makes her. He grabbed her wrist and leaned up against the wall pinning her there, what would she do he wonders when she is pinned against that mat on Halloween night? A part of him wants to chuckle, but he holds her and she giggles as the scene fades to black
Scene opens with Mary Jane looking in the mirror, brushing her hair. She is thinking about the upcoming match with Josie. She had been wanting to get into the ring with her for a while. "Ah Josie, what you think of as pain is just a shadow. Pain has a face, that happens to be more appealing than your own. Allow me to show it to you. Josie, I am pain." She smiled serenely as she continued to brush her hair. Her eyes were blank though. She was staring off somewhere deep in thought. All the things that she wanted to do to her, so many ideas were in her head. All were playing like short movies, each becoming more elaborate and sadistic. The smile faded from her face slightly, and her eyes returned to her reflection. "Yes Josie by the end of Hallowicked you will know pain quite well. Your suffering will be legendary even in hell."
Her eyes are glistening with the sparkling dreams of my Josie's screams. She started to chuckle and continued to brush her hair as the scene fades out.
Blake still doesn't talk much and he didn't understand why she set him free from the mental hospital, or why she attacked the nurse to get him free. She didn't seem to think about things she just did what she wanted. He scratched his head and wrapped the towel around his waist walking over to her to see what she was doing.
Mary Jane looked up from her book toward the dark curtain of hair covering his face. She smiled playfully at him and closed her book, marking her place without even looking at it. She stood and brushed back his hair, so she could see his face.
Blake smirked and pushed her hand away he didn't like people looking at his face, he wrapped his arms around her and bite down on the right side of her neck. "What you doing.." He shook his head he didn't like talking either he always said the wrong things. She looked up at his newly covered face. She was use to reading his thoughts through hidden facial expressions and gestures. She liked that understanding him presented a challenge to her. He grinned he liked looking at her like through sting beads everywhere. He placed his hands on her face he remembered how she looked even if her features at the moment are distorted. It funny how now she was not talking when she was the one that usually tried to dig into his head. He leaned closer to her ear breathing into her right ear while holding her, and noticing her green costume as she pulled away and placed on her fairy wings. Blake looked at her and then a mask she handed him.
As she handed him a Michael Myers mask she smiled at him. "This costume is perfect for you, you get to have your face covered and can't talk without breaking character." She turned to look at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting her wings slightly to make them even. As she admired the effect of glowing green fairy wings, she caught a glimpse of his mask behind her reflection. He was the best she had ever seen. she knew he could give the costume the correct effect. The last person that she saw dressed like that was at a haunted house she went to with her friend. He may have had the costume perfect, but the body language was all wrong. He was more or less trying to jump out and scare people rather than the slow calculated movements that character is known for. Then, he had to be obnoxious and ask her out, breaking character all together. Really, when in all those movies did he ever jump out and scare people and then ask them out. At least she knew that Blake would get it right. "You look great Blake."
He felt like chuckling and then put the mask on over his face, it did not feel like his own. The mask he wore to the ring was more like his own skin he looked in the mirror behind her and tilted his head. His breath was hot inside the mask, and again his facial expression are hidden keeping him safe. He took a slow step closer to her and realized how close she was to his grasp she trusted him so willingly but if he wanted to he is stronger then her and could snap her like a twig. He tilted his head thinking she should run, most people run right now. His eyes are hallow looking in the mask, but the small light that does manage to show the green piercing stare he is looking at her with. She is backed against a wall right now and can not go anywhere, she was the one that got him out, she should think of how bad that makes her. He grabbed her wrist and leaned up against the wall pinning her there, what would she do he wonders when she is pinned against that mat on Halloween night? A part of him wants to chuckle, but he holds her and she giggles as the scene fades to black
Scene opens with Mary Jane looking in the mirror, brushing her hair. She is thinking about the upcoming match with Josie. She had been wanting to get into the ring with her for a while. "Ah Josie, what you think of as pain is just a shadow. Pain has a face, that happens to be more appealing than your own. Allow me to show it to you. Josie, I am pain." She smiled serenely as she continued to brush her hair. Her eyes were blank though. She was staring off somewhere deep in thought. All the things that she wanted to do to her, so many ideas were in her head. All were playing like short movies, each becoming more elaborate and sadistic. The smile faded from her face slightly, and her eyes returned to her reflection. "Yes Josie by the end of Hallowicked you will know pain quite well. Your suffering will be legendary even in hell."
Her eyes are glistening with the sparkling dreams of my Josie's screams. She started to chuckle and continued to brush her hair as the scene fades out.
