Just Like Bonnie & Clyde

~ Stacy and Travis Bakar Ghosts (characters for coltonasylumrp) NSFW material will be tagged

[asylumsguard-blog]

Emil followed Stacy out from behind the two classroom buildings. He was also dusting himself off and straightening his clothes. Stacy didn’t seem as pleased as she usually was after one of their romps. “Mhmm, probably due to your current spell.”

[mischievideux-blog]

Stacy huffs, having been unable to get herself off after who knows how many times she worked Emil to the brink. “Whatever. We’ll just have to play catch up when we are back to normal. It’s too bad, you’re even more skilled now than usual.” She teases.  

[asylumsguard-blog]

“Oh really~?” Not that he had a problem with experimentation. He chuckled and let Stacy drag him to the more secluded area. So, they were about to have some fun.

[mischievideux-blog]

Stacy returns from behind the space between the two classroom buildings, dusting herself off and straightening her clothes. There wasn’t the usual pleased expression. “Well that was more work than usual.” She huffs. 

[jerseyskeeper-deactivated201612]

Another set of screeches and she clings on stubbornly, but then gets pushed off by a sudden motion from Stacy. Eyes alit like fire in a kiln, she swings her hand towards the other’s arm and attempts to push her away. She’s heard the sorry, now just get out. 

Angry now, her temper continues to flare until a solid crack shocks her out. she looks down at the canvas whose wooden frame underneath has been broken by her tugging it up roughly. Her whole demeanor drops then–her poor picture…its ruined. She whimpers, voice hoarse, then breaks into sobs as she holds the picture, smearing the paint into her clothes before sinking down onto an artroom chair.

[mischievideux-blog]

Stacy backs up away from the other. But is not completely gone just yet. She’s never seen or expected to see this side of the girl. She hangs around just enough to see Namine’s own tantrum bring more harm to the painting. She holds back the wide grin from breaking onto her features. 

Her work there had been done. The head ghost can feel the house fill her with reward as she does well to feed it with the girl’s cries of anguish. Of regret and remorse. Pleased with herself she walks out of the room, leaving the other only to blame herself for the destruction of her canvas. 

[asylumsguard-blog]

His arm returned to its usual length once Stacy let go of it. Emil himself stayed on the ground and looked up at her. “I’m not sure. I haven’t tested it out much.”

[mischievideux-blog]

  “Well then. It sounds like we need to do some experimentation.” She goes over to him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt as she starts dragging him off to a more secluded place of the grounds. 

[asylumsguard-blog]

The guard hadn’t expected something like that, so Stacy did throw him and cause him to stretch, but he didn’t go far. At least he hadn’t fallen on her, or something.

[mischievideux-blog]

She was still holding onto his arm, looking it over curiously. “Hmm. Useless. But amusing at least.” She says before letting it go. “Can you make parts of you stretch or does someone have to pull on you for it to work.” 

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Namine continues to paint up until she catches the other moving….and the easel moves too quickly for her mind to comprehend that its on the floor.

Its…on…the…floor. 

Stacy is moving and picking it up and there are ink-dark handprints now on the edges, red smudged right over the eyes, effectively blurring them…What did Stacy do.

Eyes widen dramatically, and then narrow into glaring daggers at Stacy. She isn’t quite thinking now; Teeth bared, she breathes in and screams. Loud. And then a tiny body is hurtling at Stacy with bitten-nailed fingers grabbing hard at her arms, her wrists, trying to catch her and make her apologize, accident or not.

[mischievideux-blog]

The ghost had not been expecting such a reaction out of the little one. She flinches at the scream. Not because of the pitch or loudness, but at its suddenness. And suddenly the girl is throwing herself at Stacy. Gripping onto her. The ghost struggles against her hold, those jagged fingernails cutting into flesh that no longer bled. She reels backwards, attempting to push the other back away from her. 

   “What are you doing you crazy-!” Keep up the facade. Maybe someone else would come in and see the girl attacking her. Play the victim just for this part Stacy. But oh how much she wanted to retaliate. She continues to block the other’s frantic gripping. “Stop! Stop it! I said I was sorry!!” 

[asylumsguard-blog]

Yes, her power didn’t make much sense if the house actually wanted them to do their jobs. Perhaps it was trying to knock her down a peg? But why? “Yes, really.” Now what did she have in mind when it came to his power?

[mischievideux-blog]

Knocking her down a peg would only infuriate her more. And she was already rather steaming hot with irritation. Well. It just seemed like a fun thing to play around with. She grabs his arm and runs in the opposite direction, throwing her weight to try and see if she could throw him and make him stretch. 

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“Nuh uh.” Another sound, but she’s more or less dismissing Stacy as a presence, as a whole, using that tone as she works. 

She starts on the eyes, slowly but surely building up the picture to a type of realism that was uncanny, staring out past the artist towards her company watching her in an almost judging manner. How accurately she catches the nuances of his expression, the shadows in the picture being added providing a far more sinister look to the image as a whole..

[mischievideux-blog]

The girl gives a scoff, walking around the chair behind the canvas, foot purposefully knocking the easel over, making it look like she accidentally tripped over it, watching the canvas fall to the ground. “Oops. I’m so sorry.” He feigns an apology, going to pick it up, effectively smearing the wet paint some more. It was a rather good painting, too good. And she could tell how much it meant to her. This was what her design was. To destroy after all. “Shit I hope I didn’t ruin it.” 

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Jamie Bell for Mr.Porter

[asylumsguard-blog]

“Think about it this way, it’s almost over.” He said when she gave a frustrated growl. “Wait a few more days and then you can destroy whatever you want however you want.” Emil always enjoyed watching and helping Stacy destroy things. “I ended up with rubber like stretch and flexibility.”

[mischievideux-blog]

  “I will do so gladly. You don’t have to tell me twice.” But waiting to then was going to be so boring. “I’ll let you know when the fun’s going to start.” Her voice still very bitter, angry with the curse’s tricks. If it wanted them to do their job, it shouldn’t give her the power of failure. But his power perks her up a bit. “Oh really.” 

[mischievideux-blog]

Stacy, does your mom got it goin' on?

   “That’s a good one. My mom was one of the biggest prudes you’ll ever meet. The only things she’s got going on is her sense of entitlement for her ‘good deeds’.” 

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Jena Malone photographed by Olivia Malone Tidal (2014)

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[mischievideux-blog]

Travis pants, gripping onto him. There was no pain. No pleasure, really. But it was enough to get him going. He watches as the other lowers, they float up to the ceiling and he presses his back against it, fingers digging into the surface.  “Haaahnnnn~” 

[dailyjamiebell]

Jamie Bell answering questions about Turn at an AOL Build Series event in New York City (April 20, 2016)

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[mischievideux-blog]

  “Oh shut up.” He says as he leans back. Travis of course didn’t actually mean it. Because he was liking this a lot more than trying to get the other to feel something. Sure. It didn’t feel the same. Not at all. But the act was enough to jog his memory on how it should feel. 

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[mischievideux-blog]

  “Well if you like it. That’s all that matters isn’t it? That doesn’t sound so bad.” His fingers continue working, touching along his thighs as well. It was convenient to just pass through the other’s pants. 

   “Ah. Yh-Hey. Ea-easy.” His toes curl a bit as the other strokes roughly against him. “N-not like I’ve got much to be jealous ahhh. About anyway.” 

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She continues until the throat is defined–all nice and pretty. Her drawing utensil slides up along the lines, so neat, and then she blinks. How much she wants to work on the eyes but someone is watching and she doesn’t want this–

“Nuh uh.” A cognitive noise–its not that she’ll humor Stacy, but she’s prone to just answering without thinking the same amount as she is prone to not answering at all. There’s an arm that moves after a moment, brusquely at Stacy’s side. Go away. I don’t want you here anymore. You’re too close.

[mischievideux-blog]

Stacy notices the gesture, and vaguely gets its meaning. And clearly she ignores it as she just moves to the other side of the chair where she was sitting, watching. 

She does back up, slightly. But her presence was still very much there. Yes. That was clearly a portrait of one of the old staff members of the asylum. Not a perfect rendition of course, but there was no mistaking it. And it couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? “Do you know him?”