“What are you doing here? Who sent you?”
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“What are you doing here? Who sent you?”
Within You [Open]
How ungrateful. What a snot nosed little brat. Everything she had done she had done for them. And now here they were throwing it back in her face, being ungrateful. If she had known that this was going to be the out come she would have never agreed to help them. She would have to go pay them a visit, she didn't like being used and then thrown away. That's not how it worked, not one bit. She snarled at her phone as she looked over the text again. They wanted to play like that, she could play. She would bring their tower down inch by inch if she had too. She didn't get used. [Text] How you turn my world you precious thing, starve and near exhaust me...everything I've done, I've done for you...I move the stars for no one. She sent back, no they would learn not to mess with her, and think she was some sort of toy.
As the World Falls Down [open]
It was an extravagant gala. A Masquerade ball, for Christmas. Elizabeth wore a white gown, her dark hair curled, and down. This wasn't her normal thing, she would have rathered a black gown, her hair up, but she decided tonight would be different. A white Venetian mask adored her face as she looked around. The whole room looked like something out of a fantasy, people dancing, talking. She felt like she shouldn't have been there. Blue eyes scanned the area again, she took a glass of champagne from someone going by with a tray of them. She moved to go stand over by the wall so she wasn't in the way. Tonight was going to be a long night.
Chilly Down [Open]
She sat calmly at the bar. She had recently come into the possession of the club of sorts, from the fire gang. It wasn't hard to obtain, a few proper threats, killing the leader, it wasn't hard. She looked around red finger nails tapping against the bar. What was she going to do with this place. It wasn't like she wanted it really, but she figured she should keep it as a front. She sighed, she needed a new staff, maybe some acts. Something that would bring people in. She knew the club before was known for showing a good time, and charging nothing for it. Which she was quite surprised it hadn't gone under from that alone. She reached over the bar to grab the bottle of whiskey pouring herself a glass.
She heard the door open. “Sorry we are closed.” she said not looking up from her glass.
Magic Dance [Open]
She had been furious, she had heard of the break up, she hadn't expected it not from them. She wanted revenge, nobody hurt her things. It had been a while, especially since she had even touched the book. She stalked over to the bookshelf and ran her fingers across it, pausing at an old book that didn't look like it belonged there. She pulled it from the spot, a smirk crept across her lips as she opened the book, her eyes looking over the contents before she flipped though the pages.
[Text] What kinda magic spell to use....Slime or snails....or puppy dog tails? She sent it, and grinned, it was playful, but serious, she was going to ruin someone's day.
Again?
One moment she has been on a nice walk in the city and the next it was dead quiet and she was looking at a tall hedge. With a sigh she shut the book in her hand and inspected the scene in front of her. Though it didn't take her long to figure out where she was, she knew those hedge walls anywhere.
"Really?" She boasted to no one in particular. There was times she thought her adventure through the labyrinth had been just a dream but everything in side her wanted it to be real. And then there were times like now, when she wished it had all been a dream like her other ones.
"Jareth, this isn't funny." But of course it was no use.
She slipped her book into the waist band of her jeans before slipped her hands onto her hips and trying to decide what to do now. Well of course she knew what to do but where was she going to start.
But what she didn't know, while not paying attention, was she wasn't the only one there this time. It seemed someone else had been sucked into the labyrinth