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[timisnotme]

*Attention mansion: you have a rather creepy pest problem. Markus has discovered that there's ventilation shafts and if he crawls around in them he can spy on people from their ceiling vents. That strange, unsettling sensation of being watched while you're sleeping? It might actually have some merit if you're brave enough to look

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[itsahotone]

[Tra la la, painting her nails wow she seems to do that a lot, nothing weird going on here and--AAAHH WHAT?!]

What the fuck?! [Oh good, now the nail polish is all over her bed.] Oh my god how long have you been there?!

[timisnotme]

*Well that's marginally more interesting than what she HAD been doing. Do that flaily thing again....*

Hour.

*Guess what he's gonna do? Pop that vent off so he could hop down into her room. He doesn't yet. But the threat is there.*

[itsahotone]

A--an hour?! How--why--?!

[And how had she not freaking noticed until now? She jumps when the vent clangs to the floor. Oh god she really doesn't want to die.]

[timisnotme]

Because were there.

*He sure doesn't SOUND like Tim at all.*

[itsahotone]

That is a ridiculously stupid reason to be spying creepily from someone's vent for hours!

[timisnotme]

Can do what want.

*Well since the Operator's not here anymore he can. He tilts his head at her before dropping down into the room. He stays in a low squat with one palm flat against the floor.*

Am not spying. Am watching.

[itsahotone]

[When he lands, Santana lets out a quick stream of Spanish--all curse words, of course--and scrambles as far away as she can get from him. CREEPY MASKED GUY IN HER ROOM.]

And again I say: why?!

[timisnotme]

*Good thing he's between her and the door. Convenient. He stands up and gives her a quizzical head tilt.*

Was made to watch, to follow, to lead. So will.

*He makes no move to approach her though.*

[itsahotone]

[Huh. Tim has that shirt. She remembers this because of it being a big deal that he wasn't wearing something ugly.]

That doesn't make any sense. Like, at all.

[timisnotme]

Is not supposed to.

*Because he doesn't really understand either. He glances around the room slowly before staring back at her. Good, no other exits. He'd promised Mark he wouldn't kill anyone, he never said anything about creepily scaring the shit out of them.

And then he starts to walk towards her. Slowly, but that limp is still noticable.*

[itsahotone]

[She almost doesn't notice the limp because she's busy trying not to be terrified at his coming closer.]

Stay away from me. I can scream really loudly.

[But she doesn't...sound as scared as she should. Because her gaze is flicking between his leg and his shirt.]

[timisnotme]

Go ahead.

*He doesn't care if she screams. In fact he'd prefer it. It's instant feedback on how he's doing.*

[itsahotone]

[It's like she doesn't even hear him anymore. She's good at piecing things, tiny things, together when they concern her, and the crazy masked guy being all threatening at her definitely concerns her.]

...Did you hurt your leg jumping in here?

[timisnotme]

*Wait, what was happening here? He stops and looks down at his leg and them back up at her.*

No. Was broken.

*There's a soft peal of static.* Why?

[itsahotone]

[Flashes of memory go through her mind--Tim's leg, Tim's shirt, yeah. But also the fact that Tim sometimes doesn't realize how much time's passed. The time during the mirror event when Tim was just hanging out with this guy's mirror. The injuries. The spans of time when she doesn't see him at all.]

...Oh god.

[timisnotme]

.......

*Well now he's just confused. What happened to the frightened flailing? He liked that. He lets out a low growl but doesn't move.*