#thread: scarlet

[sherffwolf]

TIME: Early afternoon LOCATION: The Woodlands, Scarlet’s Allure STATUS: Closed, @queencfheart

Every fiber of his being --- no matter how much he hated it --- told him that was something more behind the expensive looking shop. It didn’t help that the owner seemed to take pleasure in being a smart ass, evading every question with a snarky remark of her own. It was annoying, to say the least, and Wolf found himself losing patience quickly whenever he talking to Scarlet. Perhaps it was a side-effect of her mere presence. Whatever it was, Wolf could do well without it. There weren’t enough cigarettes in the world to make any of it bearable. 

When he had walked in the shop and saw no one but the employee at the front desk and he knew it was an opportunity he had to make the most of. And so, there he was, leaning against the counter and doing his best to sway the conversation in his favor. Even if the other person was terrified of him. 

“Look --- help me help you, alright? Can’t do my job if you don’t help me.” How cliché.

[sherffwolf]

TIME: Late night LOCATION: The Woodlands STATUS: Closed, @queencfheart​

As he made his way to the upper floors, two steps at a time, Wolf knew that what he was about to do was not something he should do. And yet, there he was, walking down the hall. Whoever looked at him, he appeared calm, collected ---- when on the inside he was searing with burning anger, fists curled up so tightly his fingernails were not too far from drawing blood. Wolf wanted to kill Scarlet and it was all because of Maggie. 

Wolf couldn’t erase the sight of Maggie from his mind, how off she seemed to be after talking to Scarlet. He knew all too well and ruthless the Queen was, so it wasn’t hard to put two and two together. His mind was seeing nothing but the woman’s suffering at his hands and he was feeling alive just at the thought of it. He knew it was impossible to kill her but whatever he was about to do would be the next best thing. 

Wolf wanted to kick her door down but he knew that would only draw too much attention, so he kept things quiet --- as quiet as his angry body could. Three knocks on her door. The loud bangs echoed through the hall. All he had to do was wait. 

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@ofmimicry

Isabela wasn't paying attention, aimlessly making flowers, lost in thought. She always missed her family, but today she'd been missing them very badly for some reason. She looked up as she heard someone coming. "Hey watch out for that plant over there! It's poisonous! I didn't realize I'd created that."

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@ofmimicry

Sam was glad to be on a break for the most part. He was loving getting to spend more time with Dizzy, but he also was loving getting to have time to explore other places of the city. He wasn't familiar with this part of the city, so he went up to someone. "Excuse me, do you know this street well? I'm trying to find something fun and new to do."

[cvriouscr]

TIME: Late evening LOCATION: The Woodlands STATUS: Closed, @queencfheart

Step after step, on her way to meet someone that she should never want to talk to again, Alice’s thoughts become untamable. She doesn’t know where she’s going, but her feet still take her the right way. They were on auto-pilot; her head was nowhere near where she was and it was way above the clouds. Alice’s mind was so hard to understand that sometimes not even the girl had a clue about what the fuck she was thinking. 

The halls of the Woodlands looked more expensive than the shitty apartment she lived in but Alice was never one for opulence; what would be the point if she would rarely be inside her apartment, anyway? Looking at each door as she passed them, Alice was looking for the one that she had found out belonged to Scarlet. It was a piece of information that always sat at the back of her mind though Alice was sure she would never find any use for it. Most of the things she knew were useless in one way or another, their only purpose is the satisfaction of her curiosity. 

Alice knocked on the door three times and stood there waiting. Boredom was already creeping up. Either that or she found herself becoming anxious with anticipation. They were too similar in a way.