@spookymcm
It’s the usual. Smoke and copper, wafting from seemingly every and anywhere. He’ll not be gentle with her when the time comes. She’s a rather SPECIAL guest, one that’s no doubt come for a show-- and when time allows James Patrick March can be quite the showman. So he turns down the air, makes it feel as thick as lead. Has the lights flicker and the room’s stench turn a tad more... Vulgar.
THUMP! THUMP!
A beat that starts in the walls and then moves into the floorboards. Faster, louder, like Poe’s incessant heartbreak come to haunt her beyond sight. The light’s flicker off, and just as sudden as it everything had come, it had gone, and though he remains hidden from sight, Mister March sits with legs crossed upon a corpse strewn bed.
