who's that creepin'? [closed]
Who: unziphimdaddy and mindf_cks
When: slight backdate, Sunday evening
Where: Alley way in some shadier part of the city
Summary: Cindy does what she does best. So does Crane.
Warnings: Creepy meets creepier. Hallucinations, though not entirely of the Scarecrow kind.
Where are little girls when the sun dips low and the moon comes out to play? Certainly not in any alleys. What are little girls that aren't in any alleys up to? Certainly not gathering. But that's just what little Cindy was up to. She snuck away, slipping out through a hidey hole and skittering through the streets. She could smell it! Fresh ADAM! It's been so long since she's gathered anything!
Cindy kneels beside a corpse of a man, his face contorted in agony and blank eyes pointed to the sky. She jabs the needle of her syringe next to his clavicle, pressing and pushing and finds a juicy spot. Blood pools around his body from the bullet wound that Cindy was oblivious to. She wasn't afraid. All she saw was a beautiful rose blooming across his chest. She hums, running her hand over the dead man's jacket, smoothing out some wrinkles in the cloth.
Bright sky and sparkly lights. Flap flap flap, the flutterbye wings beat all around her. They tickle her nose and sleep in her hair. Rosies gathered around the pretty pretty sleeping angel with a relaxed face and closed eyes. His wings and halo were the brightest she had ever seen! She feels one of the petals between her fingers, its texture as soft as silk.
Her fingers were red with blood. She remained oblivious to the world.
When: slight backdate, Sunday evening
Where: Alley way in some shadier part of the city
Summary: Cindy does what she does best. So does Crane.
Warnings: Creepy meets creepier. Hallucinations, though not entirely of the Scarecrow kind.
Where are little girls when the sun dips low and the moon comes out to play? Certainly not in any alleys. What are little girls that aren't in any alleys up to? Certainly not gathering. But that's just what little Cindy was up to. She snuck away, slipping out through a hidey hole and skittering through the streets. She could smell it! Fresh ADAM! It's been so long since she's gathered anything!
Cindy kneels beside a corpse of a man, his face contorted in agony and blank eyes pointed to the sky. She jabs the needle of her syringe next to his clavicle, pressing and pushing and finds a juicy spot. Blood pools around his body from the bullet wound that Cindy was oblivious to. She wasn't afraid. All she saw was a beautiful rose blooming across his chest. She hums, running her hand over the dead man's jacket, smoothing out some wrinkles in the cloth.
Bright sky and sparkly lights. Flap flap flap, the flutterbye wings beat all around her. They tickle her nose and sleep in her hair. Rosies gathered around the pretty pretty sleeping angel with a relaxed face and closed eyes. His wings and halo were the brightest she had ever seen! She feels one of the petals between her fingers, its texture as soft as silk.
Her fingers were red with blood. She remained oblivious to the world.