It's Showtime! [Complete]
Character(s): Betelgeuse
Content: The great scarer makes one HELL of an entrance.
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: A bit of swearing and a lot of insects.
Where he was, how he got there, it was simply a mystery to the ghost. He was just there, standing at the back of what appeared like the longest line on the face of the planet. And yet, the strangest part of all this was actually the fact that no one around him showed the slightest signs of being deceased. Not a single one. They appeared to be quite a lively bunch for the most part. At least in means of a beating heart. Aside from that, they looked as if they held the same brain capacity of a zombie, one of the many things about them that separated them from the other humans Betelgeuse had had the pleasure of scaring.
Perhaps it was their perfect posture and etiquette mannerisms. Or maybe their boring taste of style. -No, actually, it was a mix of both which also included the fact that everyone pretty much looked the exact same, something that was driving him absolutely mad! Hopefully, the people here weren't as dull as they looked. That would make things all the less interesting... Or maybe, it was the opposite.
Yes, yes, of course! Hopefully, they WERE as dull as they looked. Why, he was an artist. And with a lack of real thought from these humans, he could propose and enforce his own ideas without their own getting in the way.
Oh, this was all to good. If there was a heaven, he was in it. This place was just crawling with absent-minded suckers. It was just one big theme park to Betelgeuse as he eyed the blonde haired beings before him through a violent grin. His yellow stained teeth peeked out, followed by a green, snake like tongue that rolled across his teeth. An almost poisonous laugh echoed across the crowd as he pulled himself forward, preparing himself for a grand entrance.
"It's Show-!"
"Name, sir?" asked a rather plain, bored voice from behind him.
Jumping in surprise, Betelgeuse did a double take. What the-? Wasn't he just...? But how the hell...? He stood there for a moment in utter shock. Then, grunting questionably in response to the stranger, he slowly turned to face the man hiding within the small booth. Again, he grunted, confused no less as of how he had traveled from the back of the line to the front so quickly. Not to mention how he MISSED it completely.
"Whoooa! When did...? How...? That's creepy, man. And trust me, I know creepy." Recovering quickly from his previous state, the ghost casually leaned against the side of the booth. "Nice joint you got here. I mean, the babes." he snorted, "And check out that sparklin' gold gate, eh? Must be worth a fortune."
"Name, sir?"
Taken back by the lack of real acknowledgment as to what he just said, the pale being raised a brow, leaning in closer to the blonde haired man. "My name? Oooh, no can do, blondie. I mean, I'm a celebrity! I can't just be goin' around tellin' people my name. People'd be on my ass all the time, I'd have to be signing autographs and shit like that and it makes my life a HELL. Okay? A living HELL."
Showing no signs of interest what so ever, the blonde simply whipped the saliva off his face that he had been subject to from Betelgeuse's angry empathized shouts of the word/and place 'Hell'. Throughout the ghost's short shpeal (*if anyone can correct my spelling on that, it would be great) he had only broken from his straight, emotionless expression when being sprayed by spit. This of course wasn't missed by the great scarer, in fact, when hearing the man repeat for the third time the same question it easily contributed to adding to the growing fire raging within' him.
Grinding his teeth together, he gave out what sounded like a snarl. Clouds of steam escaped through his nostrils as he leaned in even closer, his head pressing against the cold, metal, bars between them. "Aren't you the SLIGHTEST bit curious who I am?!"
"No."
Stumbling back a few passes, he clutched his skull painfully. He then pulled on his filthy blonde hair before quickly throwing himself back toward the booth. His hands slammed against the small ledge sticking out as he shouted out, "WHADDYA MEAN NO?!"
"Hey," one of the many civilians standing in line behind the being in the stripped suit, Betelgeuse, cried out. "hurry up, up there! We wanna get in too!"
Pivoting to face the large group, his foot slammed against the ground with a powerful force causing the pavement to crack. His wardrobe suddenly changed from his usual black and white suit to a rather beggar suited overcoat. What lay hidden beneath the coat though was not a sight for the weak. For as soon as he threw it open all who caught a glimpse in the crowd screamed out in horror. Numerous snake like creatures could be seen sprouting out from the sides of his coat, even from his head from behind. From there, hundreds of giant, roaches like insects dropped down from his coat, crawling around his coal black feet before suddenly flying at the crowed as one mass swarm.
Screaming in horror of the monstrously large black net being thrown over them, the people madly dashed in multiple directions to escape from the insects. Some swung their arms up, swatting at them as they made their get away while others focused primarily on leaving, pushing other people out of the way as they cried their lungs out.
Betelgeuse, once again facing the man whom at this point wore an expression of utter horror smiled darkly. Alright, fine, he'd tell this fool who he was even if he didn't ask.
"I'm your worst nightmare."
Content: The great scarer makes one HELL of an entrance.
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: A bit of swearing and a lot of insects.
Where he was, how he got there, it was simply a mystery to the ghost. He was just there, standing at the back of what appeared like the longest line on the face of the planet. And yet, the strangest part of all this was actually the fact that no one around him showed the slightest signs of being deceased. Not a single one. They appeared to be quite a lively bunch for the most part. At least in means of a beating heart. Aside from that, they looked as if they held the same brain capacity of a zombie, one of the many things about them that separated them from the other humans Betelgeuse had had the pleasure of scaring.
Perhaps it was their perfect posture and etiquette mannerisms. Or maybe their boring taste of style. -No, actually, it was a mix of both which also included the fact that everyone pretty much looked the exact same, something that was driving him absolutely mad! Hopefully, the people here weren't as dull as they looked. That would make things all the less interesting... Or maybe, it was the opposite.
Yes, yes, of course! Hopefully, they WERE as dull as they looked. Why, he was an artist. And with a lack of real thought from these humans, he could propose and enforce his own ideas without their own getting in the way.
Oh, this was all to good. If there was a heaven, he was in it. This place was just crawling with absent-minded suckers. It was just one big theme park to Betelgeuse as he eyed the blonde haired beings before him through a violent grin. His yellow stained teeth peeked out, followed by a green, snake like tongue that rolled across his teeth. An almost poisonous laugh echoed across the crowd as he pulled himself forward, preparing himself for a grand entrance.
"It's Show-!"
"Name, sir?" asked a rather plain, bored voice from behind him.
Jumping in surprise, Betelgeuse did a double take. What the-? Wasn't he just...? But how the hell...? He stood there for a moment in utter shock. Then, grunting questionably in response to the stranger, he slowly turned to face the man hiding within the small booth. Again, he grunted, confused no less as of how he had traveled from the back of the line to the front so quickly. Not to mention how he MISSED it completely.
"Whoooa! When did...? How...? That's creepy, man. And trust me, I know creepy." Recovering quickly from his previous state, the ghost casually leaned against the side of the booth. "Nice joint you got here. I mean, the babes." he snorted, "And check out that sparklin' gold gate, eh? Must be worth a fortune."
"Name, sir?"
Taken back by the lack of real acknowledgment as to what he just said, the pale being raised a brow, leaning in closer to the blonde haired man. "My name? Oooh, no can do, blondie. I mean, I'm a celebrity! I can't just be goin' around tellin' people my name. People'd be on my ass all the time, I'd have to be signing autographs and shit like that and it makes my life a HELL. Okay? A living HELL."
Showing no signs of interest what so ever, the blonde simply whipped the saliva off his face that he had been subject to from Betelgeuse's angry empathized shouts of the word/and place 'Hell'. Throughout the ghost's short shpeal (*if anyone can correct my spelling on that, it would be great) he had only broken from his straight, emotionless expression when being sprayed by spit. This of course wasn't missed by the great scarer, in fact, when hearing the man repeat for the third time the same question it easily contributed to adding to the growing fire raging within' him.
Grinding his teeth together, he gave out what sounded like a snarl. Clouds of steam escaped through his nostrils as he leaned in even closer, his head pressing against the cold, metal, bars between them. "Aren't you the SLIGHTEST bit curious who I am?!"
"No."
Stumbling back a few passes, he clutched his skull painfully. He then pulled on his filthy blonde hair before quickly throwing himself back toward the booth. His hands slammed against the small ledge sticking out as he shouted out, "WHADDYA MEAN NO?!"
"Hey," one of the many civilians standing in line behind the being in the stripped suit, Betelgeuse, cried out. "hurry up, up there! We wanna get in too!"
Pivoting to face the large group, his foot slammed against the ground with a powerful force causing the pavement to crack. His wardrobe suddenly changed from his usual black and white suit to a rather beggar suited overcoat. What lay hidden beneath the coat though was not a sight for the weak. For as soon as he threw it open all who caught a glimpse in the crowd screamed out in horror. Numerous snake like creatures could be seen sprouting out from the sides of his coat, even from his head from behind. From there, hundreds of giant, roaches like insects dropped down from his coat, crawling around his coal black feet before suddenly flying at the crowed as one mass swarm.
Screaming in horror of the monstrously large black net being thrown over them, the people madly dashed in multiple directions to escape from the insects. Some swung their arms up, swatting at them as they made their get away while others focused primarily on leaving, pushing other people out of the way as they cried their lungs out.
Betelgeuse, once again facing the man whom at this point wore an expression of utter horror smiled darkly. Alright, fine, he'd tell this fool who he was even if he didn't ask.
"I'm your worst nightmare."