#𓆑 ⸻ ���edith 𓂅 thread.◞
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a starter for @honeybuckin from here.
"Please don't tell me you're covered in blood." ... "Whose is it?"
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Edith wouldn't dare appear offended, or slighted, or angry when Michele marched off the dance floor without her in tow, so instead she just turned away. Her eyes were on the prowl now for someone to make Michele jealous, just for a song or two. That's when she actually got a better look at this creepy clown character and — oh shit — they made eye contact. She could feel her heartbeat with the music as this clown thing approached her, feeling helpless. He had his creepy grin bared and was far too close for Edith to just run away. Edith was going to let him do his spiel as if she weren't terrified, but he didn't even say anything, just pulled a flower out of his bag and offered it to her. If he wasn't going to talk, she certainly didn't want to break the ice. She took the flower from his oddly sticky fingers with a thank you forced in her smile. Who was this weirdo? With a million questions running through her mind, Edith knew this wasn't the dude she was going to make Michele jealous with. That whole plan had just dissolved. She held the flower up to the creep with one last "thank you!" before weaving through people to go find Michele.
"So it's not fun looking after you, okay thanks for that. " Whatever happens it wasn't his responsibility in the end. You can't help those who don't want to be helped, as the saying goes. "Don't worry your cute mind about it, i can have fun elsewhere." Michele shot back but before he could really leave and focus his attention to someone less reckless, she pulled him by the arm towards the dance floor where he stood looking at her as if she were a chicken with it's head cut off. "Yeah, not in the dancing mood Edith." Noticing the creepy looking dude in a clown suit. "Ask bozo the clown over out for a dance. Make him your next boyfriend." He snorted and pushed his way through the crowd of people. "I'm taking my chances with a few beers." Diminishing himself. The creepy clown with the black and white makeup and clown suit, waved his red stained fingers over towards the woman, quickly getting up, placing his black plastic bag over his shoulders. As he got near the woman, revealing another smile while fishing out a plastic rose flower from his bag, offering to her.
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"You know what? You are NO fun. You don't have to be in love with me to have a good time. So wipe that scowl off your face and come dance with me!" She all but yanked him by the arm to the dance floor. "See! Live a little. It isn't so bad." She spun around to take a look at the other partygoers, most unfamiliar, but a few friends from around the circuit. But then she noticed someone dressed as a clown sitting alone who gave her a... I wouldn't say "friendly" wave; his look was anything but friendly. His teeth were glowing yellow under the black lights, giving Edith a shiver. "Who the fuck is that?" She asked after turning back to Michele.
"And ? don't get any ideas. Staring at someone doesn't mean i'm in love with you or something. " Did she think that though because that would be a waste, Michele wasn't looking for anything serious, he was simply content with his lifestyle. A freeman, unattached. "So looking out for you is called being a worrywort, alright. Good luck Edith. " He knew what happens to women like her, too wasted to remember in the end. "Nah, i'm good cinderella. You go have fun, just don't text or call me when you're in trouble. One can't win all your battles. " he sighed, giving a shake of his head before separating ways. The clown dressed in black and white smiled at the goth woman not far away, she locked eyes with him and smiled, revealing bloody yellow teeth before waving a hand at her.
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Edith was wasted, and that's how she liked it. All eyes on her, worries cast aside, and chatty as hell. After circling the party twice, she returned to Michele. "I caught you staring at me," she sing-songed, pressing a black manicured nail to his nose. "And still, nothing's gone wrong. You're such a- what do they call it? Worrywort? Michele the Worrywort, that's what I'm calling you from now on!" As if the slurred threat could be any worse than whatever trap of fate she would inevitably fall into. She started to feel eyes on her again, but not in the normal look at me, I'm hot! way. She turned her gaze from her friend to find a creepy-looking clown looking their way. "Damn, they sure do have some creepy decorations here," was her drunken rationalization.
He watched her all night, saw her waste herself away drinking, dancing, mingling with strangers or the friends that came with her. It wasn't just this night that he's been keeping tabs on Edith, he always had. Michele was proud of himself for watching an eye candy like her, he imagined many things in his twisted mind. A smile appeared on his lips, not forced at all. "Do you ? i don't think accepting shots from strangers is something i should loosen up about. You are reckless as the come. " Little did she know, if anyone touched her they're dead. "As if the kiss on the cheek will keep me away." he said yelled over the music as she went back into the crowd. One thing he despised of her the most is her careless ways, little did she know danger was all around. Anything can happen at a Halloween Party. There in the distance, someone was dressed in a clown costume with an eerie psychotic smile who sat at a table in the darkest corner of the place, his smile disturbingly menacing who looked directly at the dark haired woman who was happily dancing in the crowd and who met his gaze.
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Edith shot Carmelo a look — a don't fuck with me type look — that she hoped conveyed the message behind it. With her voice lowered ( for once ) she leaned toward him: "What. Did. You. Do."
“it's ugh - it's not mine but, uh, don't get mad but i kind of fucked up...”
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"Not into crazy parties? I think you got the wrong girl." Edith giggled, continuing to dance around and take shots from strangers. "Good to see you though, Michele. I know you're just lookin' out for me, but loosen up. I got this." With a quick press of a kiss to the man's cheek (on her tippy-toes), she stepped back into the crowd, ignorant of any sort of danger lurking.
"You made it -- thought you weren't into parties, especially the crazy ones like this one. You should be careful though, scary weird dudes seem to linger in the shadows. "
open to : females / 21+ / assume connection
#i hope edith is ok! she's my token goth girlie.#ps i love terrifier/art the clown so feel free to involve him at any given time :)#𓆑 ⸻ ◜edith 𓂅 thread.◞#inscnityclub
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