Creepy Starter X For X @skarletchains !
This year, instead of running away from home and driving herself to a halloween-party Neon had been put into her room to stay
(caged)
safe.
And
(normal)
rebellious sixteen-year-old that she was, she had turned her music up to full volume that made the walls of the mansion groan in agony, which lead to the bodyguards and maids to flee outside to sit down with hot tea in the garden with blankets, lightened candles to draw circles of light in the blackness around them and the bright square of Neons roomwindow above them. The bright square falling on the black grass was sepparated by the dark lines of the windowframe into four smaller squares. Senritsu,sitting on the gardenbench under a blanket, thought that cut appart square looked like the window of a prisoncell cut smaller by iron bars.
The bodyguards had sat around one of he small white gardentables comfortably wrapped in woolblankets. Over the scent of wet rotting leafs and damp earth hung the spicy sweet scent of tea Basho had enrichened with rum. Her nose was red and cold, but under the blanket in the bench right next to Kurapika shoulder to shoulder it was warm.
At some point in the night the bodyguards- still on duty,still making sure Neon would- stay in her room, still despite sitting and relaxing with that bright square of Neons roomwindow right there to watch- they had started o compare stories about the autumn, about the cold weather, about the scent of rot hanging in the air from the dad flowers and leafs covering the garden. Yet still every word had to fight against Neons music.
"...mhmmmm,no Halloween had never been assai creepy to me and the fortissimo parties-" over the edge of her teacup Senritsus eyes looking very black in the candlelight peered over to Kurapika with a shimmer dancing in that dark black that was far too playful to be serious. Her gentle voice was nothing but a knowing purr against the edge of her mug: "-can been escaped into the very mhmmmmmmm... piano Bathrooms to enjoy the time-"
Bashos loud clearing of his throat made the rest of the sentences drown and Senritsu turning her head to him to flutter her short lashes at him as innocent as she was not was just met with the man making his mustache dance with a disapproving harrumph.Beside him Eliza just giggled elegantly behind her hand: "Alright,I am sensing something strange going on here and I am going to keep our heads on our necks safely by keeping the Fraternization charges away and spoil this mood-" He lifted a thick finger into the cool air. Neons music was still very loud. The mansions walls groaned like a tormented ghost.
"-my creepiest expierence on the job was a client from little miss Neons circles who wanted a infant who had died of the plague some three hundred years ago and had been put into a glass-coffin filled with balming fluid to be shown in some museum. You could still see the lashes and rosy cheeks on that little shrimp like she was just sleeping, brrrr-""- so,mood spoiled enough, pups?"
"I do no know, is it spoiled?", Senritsu looked up to Basho so sweetly it was almost laughable ad there was a laughter-softly, barely noticeable, just a stiffled snort from Linssen into his coffee. The young woman winked over to Linssen and than just slowly leaned away from Kurapika so quietly and naturally as if she just needed to reach for the cookie on the table,yet instead she lifted her free hand and let it dance through the air to a song only she could hear: The vibrating of the walls from Neons music, the howling of the wind outside, the rustling of the trees in the park sounding like the hair of many many many people shuffling towards the mansion like a wave of flesh, skin, hair, teeth: "But how could I leave my mhmmmmm... dolcissimo worried colleague fight that battle alone.Let me spoil the mood too." Basho rolled his eyes over her wriggling her hairless eyebrows at him; a mimic that looked strange in the candellight dancing on their faces and drawing much too long shadows like dead rotten veins into their features. She smiled, she giggled over Basho feeling teased, she talked gently. But the playfulness seemed a little fake and the corners of her mouth ached just a little.
"My creepiest expierence on work was figuring out that every material moved to sound and muscles are just material too." so he too could start o vibrate and move like he strings of a violine when brought into movement by a Musician, the young woman did not said that bu it hung still heavy in the air between them.
"Shortly after I passed the Hunter-exam I was asked to check on a case of graverobbing, because of mhmmmmmmm..." bones white and hollow. Bones looking ivory and beautiful polished. Bones carved into the pieces of a flute: "-a need for materials. So me with my little legs goes where my client had asked me to get the materials that were now nolonger where they should be-" buried in a grave for her to dig out, work with and bring in a new form to her clients collection: "-and I find all the graves on that cemetery opened and empty. Everyone is gone and considering it was a cemetery the only thing that should be going around is the security. And yet, the soil is untidy, flowers were ripped out, and not a bone in sight-"and the song had hung so thickly in the air it had been almost deafeningly; throbbing in the roots of her teeth, making her muscles ache with sudden cramps,but yet that had not been the reason why she had suddenly stood still. That had been because of the other sounds- of rotten cloth rustling around wrinkled dry skin, of dead muscles contracting and moving in the tact of that song, of hollow brittle bones shattering under the strenght of muscles that should not move now that they had been laying in graves for years already and yet could, were moving, were moving towards her. Senritsu lied as easy as she was breathing when she wriggled her eyebrows at her colleagues teasingly through the tensed silence that had started to rise: "-turns out the whole cemetary had been moved down the street to another village and the guys moving the graves had left their CD-player on when leaving."
Bashos frustrated grunt when he reached out to pinch her cheek scoldingly was loud enough to finally overtune Neons music.
