Lock had always been the most IN YOUR FACE of the Selick siblings– to the countless complaints of Shock herself. And while it had earned him defacto leadership, it had also cost him a lot of his reputation ( and a handful of misdemeanors ). Where Lock was bold and noticed, Shock hung back, at the lip of the shadows, watching mayhem unfold from what she deemed as the appropriate distance.
Which is, conveniently, what she was doing now– an unsuspecting passerby was just turning the corner off of main, towards the seedier streets of New Holland, and directly into her afternoon trap. It was a lazier trick than she usually played; inspired by boredom as opposed to vindication or mania– but all the same, watching said victim trip the wire run along the edge of an uneven slab of sidewalk ( “conveniently” hidden by leaves ) and trigger an ever-classic hanging bucket of plastic– but incredibly sticky and realistic-enough– spiders was the perfect amount of satisfying for her Saturday afternoon.
From where she leaned sloppily against a bike rack across the street, Shock snickered her triumph– but what she hadn’t counted on was being spotted. Without really knowing how, Shock’s eyes locked with the person’s across the street, and she quickly lifted a hand to shield her face, biting the inside of her cheeks to will away her smile.
it wasn’t the spiders that pulled the scream right from her lips (she lived in the woods, bugs as far as she knew were completely fine unless you bothered them) it was the shock -- her heart raced against her chest and it took about a minute for faline to fully process what exactly had just gone on. but with the bucket of spiders laying at her feet and their lack of movement, it was clear as day. truth be told, the brunette didn’t know whether she wanted to cry or laugh (not a happy laugh but an awkward and uncomfortable one.) unfortunately, the former won that prize and the smallest bubble of tears began to pool in her eyes with a bottom lip starting to tremble. who could’ve done such a nasty thing? she’d been walking along, minding her own business and then BAM! what if the bucket had fallen on her head instead?
eyes scanned the perimeter and only until she locked eyes with another did the tear finally flow down her cheek -- but that was that. bottom lip still trembling as she noticed the young woman shield her face away there was only one thing faline could and would do -- walk over. now, she wasn’t particularly good on confrontation. heck, it took her hell of a lot of effort to even be annoyed at anyone! she certainly wasn’t annoyed now, just hurt and shocked that someone could’ve done that in such a public place. so many things could’ve happened to so many people and thankfully it had happened to her who wasn’t a big arachnophobe. so she walked over, arms limp at her side and eyes still slightly red from the tears.
« that wasn’t very nice at all. » she said, loud enough for the young woman to hear as the scowl still plastered itself on her lips. but now she wasn’t crying -- simply sad that this had to have happened on that day (because she was sure as heck going to think about this later on.) « so many things could’ve happened you know... what if that was a child instead of me? or the bucket had fallen? you really oughta be considering these things... » tone soft but still sad, eye contact had yet to be broken and frankly, faline had never been scared of speaking her mind when it came to things like this.