A king's weight in gold (horned king, open)
Sept 24, 2010 14:59:40 GMT -5
Post by hatboxghosthostess on Sept 24, 2010 14:59:40 GMT -5
That same song. That same stupid wedding march played over and over and over again. Didn't that pianist have any other inspiration for music besides that dumb song? Heaven forbid it was stuck in her head by now.
What one would be used to seeing as projection on a dress form was now a glowing blue-and-white lump slumped over a large chest looking incredibly bored.
"For the love of Leota, will you STOP?" Constance moaned, grabbing two pillows with her apparently-transparent hands and shoving them over her ears. "Seriously, it's annoying the soul out of me... if I had one..." Constance then rolled onto her back before proceeding to fall off the dusty chest onto the floor, which appeared to not have been touched by any mortal for over a century. Still, no dust stirred as the translucent bride attempted to get back onto her feet. Sitting back on the chest, Constance moaned once again (because the pillows had fallen off her ears, and thus the intolerable loop of music was STILL playing...) and sat back on the chest, now attempting to ignore the noise and twirling her hatchet (which now glowed a translucent blue as well, thanks to the massive amount of time she had spent with it) between her fingers. She was about to yell once again when, with a simple turn of her head, she noticed something peculiar that she hadn't noticed before about her humble attic.
There were cars, moving cars everywhere, and they led straight out the window. Why hadn't she seen this before?
Constance was about to stand up and investigate when she noticed that some of the cars were occupied. There were PEOPLE in there, seeming to intentionally come to visit HER. Clearly, it didn't do anything to hurt her selfcenteredness. Yet despite this, she didn't smile and wave and make a big scene of herself like she would normally have. Instead, she sat and watched intently and curiously, looking for any unoccupied cars that she could probably sneak on and escape. Because... well... these guests had to come from SOMEWHERE, right? And they had the right to leave as well, hopefully.
Not exactly hopefully, as Constance didn't exactly have the heart for that, but if they could leave, then surely, she could as well?
Once the main stream of cars had passed and empty ones started to replace them, Constance saw her chance. Scrambling for the jewelry box in the back of the attic, she stuffed whatever jewels and pearls she could down her dress and then stuffing her hatchet down to top it off. Besides, it couldn't exactly vanish like she wanted it to anymore. After she had finished "packing", the Black Widow Bride then made a beeline for the cars, not exactly knowing that the stream of empty cars had passed and the one she happened to throw herself into wasn't exactly vacant...
((AND SO IT BEGINS! ))
What one would be used to seeing as projection on a dress form was now a glowing blue-and-white lump slumped over a large chest looking incredibly bored.
"For the love of Leota, will you STOP?" Constance moaned, grabbing two pillows with her apparently-transparent hands and shoving them over her ears. "Seriously, it's annoying the soul out of me... if I had one..." Constance then rolled onto her back before proceeding to fall off the dusty chest onto the floor, which appeared to not have been touched by any mortal for over a century. Still, no dust stirred as the translucent bride attempted to get back onto her feet. Sitting back on the chest, Constance moaned once again (because the pillows had fallen off her ears, and thus the intolerable loop of music was STILL playing...) and sat back on the chest, now attempting to ignore the noise and twirling her hatchet (which now glowed a translucent blue as well, thanks to the massive amount of time she had spent with it) between her fingers. She was about to yell once again when, with a simple turn of her head, she noticed something peculiar that she hadn't noticed before about her humble attic.
There were cars, moving cars everywhere, and they led straight out the window. Why hadn't she seen this before?
Constance was about to stand up and investigate when she noticed that some of the cars were occupied. There were PEOPLE in there, seeming to intentionally come to visit HER. Clearly, it didn't do anything to hurt her selfcenteredness. Yet despite this, she didn't smile and wave and make a big scene of herself like she would normally have. Instead, she sat and watched intently and curiously, looking for any unoccupied cars that she could probably sneak on and escape. Because... well... these guests had to come from SOMEWHERE, right? And they had the right to leave as well, hopefully.
Not exactly hopefully, as Constance didn't exactly have the heart for that, but if they could leave, then surely, she could as well?
Once the main stream of cars had passed and empty ones started to replace them, Constance saw her chance. Scrambling for the jewelry box in the back of the attic, she stuffed whatever jewels and pearls she could down her dress and then stuffing her hatchet down to top it off. Besides, it couldn't exactly vanish like she wanted it to anymore. After she had finished "packing", the Black Widow Bride then made a beeline for the cars, not exactly knowing that the stream of empty cars had passed and the one she happened to throw herself into wasn't exactly vacant...
((AND SO IT BEGINS! ))