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maskormenacelogs2017-02-23 07:08 pm
callhousekeeping) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-02-23 07:08 pm
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something something gaga lyric
WHO: Countess and JPM
WHERE: The Castile
WHEN: Earlier this month
WHAT: contagions make affection a not-just-one-way thing?
WARNINGS: assholes, murders, vampires, etc
She blames the quiet. It's unusually quiet this morning.
That's the reason she goes off looking for him, eventually winding up in the wine cellar, where she is unsurprised to find him occupied with a victim. What else would he be doing? Hotel owning business??? Don't be ridiculous.
"Having fun?" she asks, looking half interested as she runs her fingers along the bottles before she picks one out. "You must be the only one not feeling sluggish today. Not a peep throughout the rest of the whole hotel."
WHERE: The Castile
WHEN: Earlier this month
WHAT: contagions make affection a not-just-one-way thing?
WARNINGS: assholes, murders, vampires, etc
She blames the quiet. It's unusually quiet this morning.
That's the reason she goes off looking for him, eventually winding up in the wine cellar, where she is unsurprised to find him occupied with a victim. What else would he be doing? Hotel owning business??? Don't be ridiculous.
"Having fun?" she asks, looking half interested as she runs her fingers along the bottles before she picks one out. "You must be the only one not feeling sluggish today. Not a peep throughout the rest of the whole hotel."
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Tell her, she says, and he does not hesitate to do just that. Countess snaps her fingers in any way and March is there, jumping as high as he can, knife between his teeth and in his back. He may not have this chance again, he always thinks whenever it comes around, and does his best to prove that he can a Good Boy (limited time offer).
"I arranged for a public murder in October, you did miss that. An accidental decapitation. Very very tragic incident, faulty equipment, you know how it is." Super casual but he is very proud of his spooky Halloween episode, please approve!!! "We've had new residents move in. I would enjoy a few more...if the selection crosses our paths."
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Her echo is absent-minded, because she's actually paying attention to him, only pausing once they reach the door of room 64. She fixes her eyes on his face and watches, completely invested in the conversation, and a man less optimistic than March would probably realize right around now that something's wrong. That her behavior is strange.
"Was it someone notable, then, to make it public? Or was it just for the shock value?" Countess's fingers skim the fabric of his shirt, then his wrist, her nails on his skin. "It's been quite a long time since I've seen you have real fun with it."
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His face morphs into an old one, recognition, dawning rays of obsessive love lighting up his eyes like a blood red sunrise. She is acting strange but this strange has led her to touch him so wonderfully, he cannot be bothered to look past that in this moment. He opens the door without another word, smiling with all the dopey-eyed nature of a newlywed.
"Darling Raina has asked for my help with her doctor, too. We could have real fun with them, I know we could. I'd be honored to see him to his full potential together."
The first room is an office, filled with all sorts of papers but tidy. A curtain to one side separates that from his bedroom. There are men who live their work and then there's this, but Countess already knew March was tied down to his hotels.
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She doesn't echo his expression, but then she never did, even when they were newlyweds. The look she has isn't the same as the hungry one she gets when she spies a new potential lover, someone she wants to take in and subsume -- no, she looks at March with a sense of appreciation, and it seems too impersonal to sit in his office, so she brushes aside the curtain and draws away to take a seat on the settee.
"Hmm. Does he have that potential, do you think? Or are you only toying with him?" She doesn't care, really, since she can have Raina for herself if it all backfires.
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He stops inside the frame, holding the curtain a moment or two as he watches her from behind. He is still a man, after all, he does take the simple pleasures of a man watching a woman's hips move in front of him. Just a few seconds and then he begins to strip of gloves and apron and bug mask. They are tossed on the nearest surface before he joins her.
"Oh, he does! It's buried and ignored, I believe, but very much there. He just needs the right hand to come in and give pull it out of him. He's been waiting in fear and I aim to give him relief."
He is the perfect person to do just that, perched with legs crossed, giving her ample personal space and looking at her with that ding dong grin of his. He's only being a gentleman, currently, because he's been given no indication to do anything else, but he would certainly jump at the opportunity, if given even the slightest cue.
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The sound of his heart beating resonates in her ears, and she's close again, only just far away enough to be a tease. Far enough that he can't say he was invited, but close enough that he can't say he wasn't. She's an expert at finding that distance.
"He doesn't have children. He has Raina back. What.... desperation is there for you to tap into?"
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"The threat Raina might be taken from him forever, of course. Suspect the man's been alone for more than he'd care to admit. Merely planting that idea," and so his fingers begin to walk up her leg to illustrate this point of planting, "is enough to set him on edge. He may try for help but in the end, you see, he won't have a real choice. He needs that push. You've seen them before, my darling. The ones who don't seem like much at all until they have that nudge."
He settles against the settee and stares at her, the dopey look slowly but surely crawling back into his eyes.
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Her fingers cover his, cold skin on that of a man now living again, and she purses her lips.
"Is she going to leave if he doesn't fall over the edge? Or are you going to kill her?" Ordinarily she'd be at his throat for even the potential of it, but there's something equally alluring about the idea of Raina dying. If Countess can't have her, then Chilton certainly shouldn't. He should be a good, patient boy, and lick up the scraps once Countess moves on.
March looks dopey and Countess looks like she's eyeing prey.
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He leans an arm on the cushion behind him so he can prop his cheek up with his hand. It's rather picturesque, young man enamored with a lady, though the setting would likely be more a park bench, lake filled with ducks and other lovers on boats behind them. Only no one would paint these two with soft pastels and quiet blues. That would simply be obscene.
"Raina doesn't strike me as a woman who gives up. He may stumble at the edge once or twice, but he will jump right over it. I'd prefer sooner and not later, but. Ah. We cannot always have what we desire in quick timing! Waiting can be its own reward."
Just like getting to gaze upon his predatory wife is its own reward. Hearts are all but falling out of his eyes.
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She twists her wrist and links their fingers, digs her nails into the back of his hand as she leans toward him. "Although... James, what would happen if she died here? Would she stay? Forever?"
People have died in the Castile, but she's never bothered to ask if it has the same powers as the Cortez, if it feeds on souls and keeps them around for their misery. Understandably, she's been a bit more fascinated with the souls she already knew suddenly being alive and free to roam again.
"It would be terribly lonely if everyone eventually checks out."