#naturallytwofaced

[misscheshirecat]

Closed starter for: @naturallytwofaced Location: Wonderland

Things came and went, seasons come and go, but names were forever. There was one name Catherine hadn't said in ages. She would have liked to think she hadn't even thought it, but with it plastered all over town how could she not? He'd never have the nerve to show back up here, she'd always told herself. There was no way he would. When one of the girls came running to her about a particular someone that was too drunk to get into the club Catherine knew she had to deal with it herself. Walking through Wonderland she made her way to the front doors and pushed past the bouncer until she was face to face with him. Catherine's blue eyes locked with his and for the first time in a very long time she felt frozen. Nothing could have moved her two feet from that spot. She couldn't think and she couldn't speak. There was no bright smile or eerie grin on her face. Instead her expression was almost neutral, but a little bit sad. Finally, she took the few steps down from the building onto the sidewalk and looked up at him. "Mason," she said. Saying his name felt like saying a curse. A curse that only brought upon good memories and bad feelings. Catherine felt at a halt. This was unusual for her. She always had something to say. She always had the last word. It hadn't been the case with them though. She hadn't seen the man in over a year. She could still hear his words ringing in her ears. As much as Catherine wanted to scream on the top of her lungs she spoke softly. "You need to go home. You're drunk." It hurt to see him that way. So pathetic and at his lowest. Catherine wasn't stupid. She'd heard rumors about the mayor but never believed them to be true. She knew him at his highest, at his prime. The only bad light she saw in him she blamed herself for. She kept thinking that she should have just let the others deal with him. She wouldn't have had to see him then. In his state though...she was almost glad she was the one to go outside by him. "Do you even know where you are?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in a very Cat manner. She searched his eyes for any sort of indication of, well, anything. "You're unwell," she finally said. "I'll help you get home. Come on," she said holding out her hand. There was no malice in her voice and no ill will towards the man she'd extended her hand to. "You're lucky I was there. Had it been anyone else it would have ended ugly."

[ncttheprincess]

Closed starter for: @naturallytwofaced Location: Mason's house

Night was when Zelda felt most connected to her magic. Though the moon was not at it's fullest it was still something Zelda connected with. She was doing a card reading, unsure what to interpret what they were saying. It was unusual she was this stumped but she knew her cards inside and out. They were telling her something was wrong. Her anxiety rose because the rare occasions this does happen her gut feeling is usually right. In her panic as she thought what could possibly be wrong or with who. Maybe someone was in trouble or hurt or-- Her thoughts went into a halt as she went to another plane all together. There were flashes and images of someone and when their face became clear Zelda's stomach dropped. Was Mason alright? She felt...distress from the vision tried to focus more to see the root of the problem but couldn't. When she was back to reality and processed what was going on she knew exactly what she needed to do and was quick to follow her instinct. Zelda was quick to grab a coat and throw her combat boots on. This had definitely not been apart of her evening's plans. Her visions didn't lie though and showing up at his door and staring at him blankly in the face when he opened wasn't apart of the plan either. She hadn't thought of a reason to be there so now she felt foolish. It was late and he was probably surprised to see her. "Hi," she finally said as she tried to collect her thoughts and form words. "Do you ever have a gut feeling you need to follow? Or like...you feel like you have to do something because there's just...something telling you and it's like an itch you can't scratch?" Zelda was trying to explain this without fully explaining what was going on. She finally let out a sigh. "None of this probably makes sense but something told me there was something wrong and I just...I wanted to check on you, I guess. I wanted to make sure you were okay." After her rambling she finally met his eyes and frowned. Her eyes were watering and she knew there was truth to her vision so she worried. She didn't know why she was so worked up but she bit the inside of her lip for a moment then took a shaky breath. "If something...is wrong you can tell me. I can help."

[samhainmade]

for @naturallytwofaced​

There was something seriously with Shona, some kind of sick desire to inflict pain and suffering and yet she couldn’t stop herself from doing her very worst every single time. And it was that time of the week again, where she paid her favorite little politician a visit just to ruin his day. Sitting comfortably at his desk she lazily waved him a hello with a cunning smirk on her lips. “Mr Mayor! Good afternoon?” she asked, twirling a pen in her hand. She’d been redecorating his reelection flyers. “Missed you bestie. Did you miss me?”

[samhainmade]

@naturallytwofaced

Shona stalked through the shadows of the mayors office like a predator on a hunt. Silently slipping past doors and windows using the coverage of the creeping night to cloak her. Her body was singing with adrenaline as she bit down on her lip to keep from giggling at the sheer joy of it, she was truly home, safe in the town of Evermore and about to bully her favorite middle-aged-man. Could tonight get any fucking better?

"Mason" Shona crooned, stepping out of her spot behind the door. "Do you want to tell me what the fuck happened or do I just take an educated guess and get straight to blaming you."

[dicblo]

Closed starter for: @naturallytwofaced Location: edge of the woods/river

Diablo was having one of the most aggravating days, well-- nights as he slowly made his way through the woods near the edge of town. Not far from the river where the lost residents of the town had reappeared. Eeyore being one of them. The thought that she was alone and lost for months had his stomach clenching. She of all people didn't deserve what had been brought upon her. Diablo was pissed off enough as is, covered in blood that was mostly not his own. It was late, late enough that it would be strange for anyone to be out let alone emerging from the trees. The sun wasn't quite on the horizon but Diablo knew he needed to get the hell home before it did. He stopped walking and lifted his shirt up where there was a visible gash underneath his rib cage. "Fuck," he hissed. He would have been gone ages ago if he could have flew. Injured though...he had to make his trek back through the woods on foot.

The other person didn't make it out alive and Diablo hadn't expected to have to put up that much of a fight before he indulged in lines of white powder up his nose and going on his night time adventure. He had been proven wrong and was left hurt in the process. He could still feel the effects of the drugs as well as the adrenaline pumping through his veins. His mind was cloudy and he wasn't sure if that was from drugs, blood loss, or exhaustion. Maybe all of the above. He took his jacket off, then his shirt which he ripped at the seam. He wrapped the ripped fabric around his torso the best he could and bit on his cheek until he tasted blood in his mouth. It was almost ironic that he had to taste blood to stop it.

Diablo was tying the fabric when he heard it. A footstep. Then another and another until the crunching of twigs and leaves was so loud in Diablo's ears he couldn't take it. He was frozen in place. Who the fuck was there? Before he could try and jump back into the trees he saw him. It was the mayor and when he turned Diablo inevitably made eye contact with him. Panic set into him. He was going to be so fucked if he didn't act quick. His hands didn't move but the knife he had concealed under the fabric of his stained jeans felt a thousand times heavier suddenly. Fight or flight mode suddenly became kill or be killed. Diablo's eyes narrowed at the other man. He could feel the fabric around him growing wet from where he was hurt but he knew if he didn't act first he would never act on anything again. His hand hovered over the knife and a scowl planted it's place on his lips. "Fucking move. I dare you. It will be the last time you do."

His eyes did not move from the man, not daring let him get away. Diablo knew he didn't have many options nor did he have a lot of strength. That didn't stop him from shifting just long enough to appear behind him quickly. Diablo grabbed the back of the mans shirt and had the knife pulled on him already. "I would let you give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you but we both know you're a pathetic sack of shit and I'd be taking the trash out." His vision was beginning to blur and dizziness set in. "No one would miss you. How could they? When all you've done is fuck everyone over and fail? You've..." Diablo blinked a few times. "You've hurt more people than you know. A lot worse than what I'm about to do to you."

[misscheshirecat]

Closed starter for: @naturallytwofaced Location: By the river

Since her reappearance Catherine had been...off the wall a bit, to say the least. Not that she wasn't normally, but after the experience she had it was fair to say she wasn't her strange, typical self. For the first time in her life she hated that she was trapped in a town. It never bothered her, Evermore had plenty of mystery that kept the woman's curiosities entertained. Things were different now. She had experienced a blissful utopia. It was beautiful and she had felt at complete peace. It was almost as if she had never known the dread of reality while she was gone. She had only known joy. Now, that peace had been ripped from her hands and tossed away. She felt...disturbed in a way that made her want to rip her head off her shoulders. It was maddening to the core and Catherine was chasing that high ever since she'd gotten back. She'd gone back to work as if nothing had happened, went on with her life as normal. Cat was good at that, putting on a show with an eerie grin that left people coming back for more. Her common grin just hadn't reached her eyes lately. Often, late at night, she sat by the river where she first reappeared after who knows how long she had been in that wonderful land. She was sat there, legs crossed and stared at the river, mumbling something to herself despite being alone. Cat heard the footsteps though and not a single instinct in her activated to make her turn her head. Instead she stayed seated on the grass as the other sat beside her. Her mumbles dissipated away and she fell silent for a few moments. She glanced towards Mason from the side of her eye before returning her gaze to the river. "I wish I never came back," she said softly though her tone was off. "It was...peaceful. The mushrooms...they were so tall. I want to dance with the flowers and see the colors again...and..." Cat finally looked over, wide eyes gazing at him. She sounded batshit insane, more than she usually was. She knew it. The cool, autumn breeze embraced her with a shiver that she didn't notice until she felt goosebumps creeping up her arms. A sensation she never experienced while she was away. Now it was a dreadful feeling compared to the warm embrace the other world had made her feel. "Here it's so...dull. It's desolate. I hate it. I want to go back. I want to go home."

[ncttheprincess]

Closed starter for: @naturallytwofaced Location: Mason's house

When Mason had invited Zelda over to his place she didn't think twice about saying yes. At first worry had set in as she feared something could be wrong. The longer she sat in his living room though the more that feeling grew. She knew he was under a lot of stress and she held a lot of the sadness many felt from the same cause of it. Shona was her best friend, despite their different opinions of Mason, and not having her around had made Zelda grow lonely. Zelda looked up at Mason upon realizing he said something to her and was waiting for a response. "I'm sorry. I wasn't listening." She wasn't trying to be rude though or bring Mason down. She forced a small smile that almost hurt her face. "My mind is somewhere else lately." Her eyes began to sting from the tears that were threatening to form in them. She looked anywhere but him. Teary eyes wandered around the room before they fell back on Mason. "I'm not very good company today, I'm sorry."

[dicblo]

Closed starter for: @naturallytwofaced Location: Mason's house

It wasn't difficult to find the mayor's house. All it took was a bird perched outside of city hall and following him home a few times through the skies to figure it out. The mayor had a sporadic schedule, Diablo noticed. He knew the man would be home at a later hour which is why Diablo knew he had to be there earlier. It was easy enough to get into the house through an open window and not even a watchful eye would have noticed him flying in. Once he was inside he looked around, rummaging through the man's things to find out anything he could about where the hell Eeyore possibly could have ended up. He was left empty handed though. When he heard keys opening the locked front door Diablo made sure to stay hidden. He'd planned this out and there was no room for mistakes. The minute the man entered his house Diablo appeared behind him and pushed him against the now closed door. "You're going to tell me what I want to know and you're going to tell me now, you pathetic excuse of shit," he snarled into his ear. Diablo pulled the man back by his shirt before pushing him to the ground where he towered over him. "Where the hell is everyone and why the fuck haven't you done anything to fix this mess?" Diablo pulled his foot back before kicking him in the side. "I'd start talking if I were you, because if someone very important to me doesn't show up soon it's going to end badly for you. So, we can do this my way or the hard way. Which will it be, Mr. Mayor?"