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☠ 6th Haunt ☠ - [Video]
[It's near noon, and Perona's just gotten out of bed. Still groggy, she rubs her eyes and nearly trips over her journal on the way to the bathroom to wash up. The jolt from her foot initiates the video feed and Perona grumbles, picking up the journal and tossing it carelessly onto her bed where it lays open and records a nice view of the young woman in her white, ruffly pajamas and messy hair as she stretches and bumbles her way towards her bathroom, yawning loudly. Ugh...waking up is so hard...and its started getting colder now, too.
The sound of running water and splashing can be heard off in the distance for a few minutes before Perona returns, looking a little more alert. Her bangs have been clipped back and she's rubbing her face with a washcloth, tossing it in the corner when she's finished.]
Mmmaah...what should I wear today? I don't have enough clothes for this kind of weather... [Perona whines.] If only some of my cute and elegant clothing got dropped off here, too. I wouldn't have this problem! And there's never anything I really like in the shops. Bleeeh...these people don't know class. Maybe I can make a few thing again, but I'll need a sewing machine and good fabric... If there were a specialty store, maybe...
[And where the hell will she get these things, though? Uuugh, this honestly sucks! Why can't there be a shop that specifically sells gothic lolita style clothes? Or cute things! Soft pastels with ruffles and lace and good, quality boots! She really has to turn these stores inside out to find something nice. Hell, even a decent sweater and coat, or just a shawl.
With a defeated sigh, Perona flops backwards onto her bed, the journal bouncing slightly, and kicks her feet off the edge of her bed.]
Aaahh...I don't want to go out! I should shop, but if it's cold, I just want to sleep all day...and drink cocoa...and have a bagel sandwich... And someone tall and handsome to serve it to me.
The sound of running water and splashing can be heard off in the distance for a few minutes before Perona returns, looking a little more alert. Her bangs have been clipped back and she's rubbing her face with a washcloth, tossing it in the corner when she's finished.]
Mmmaah...what should I wear today? I don't have enough clothes for this kind of weather... [Perona whines.] If only some of my cute and elegant clothing got dropped off here, too. I wouldn't have this problem! And there's never anything I really like in the shops. Bleeeh...these people don't know class. Maybe I can make a few thing again, but I'll need a sewing machine and good fabric... If there were a specialty store, maybe...
[And where the hell will she get these things, though? Uuugh, this honestly sucks! Why can't there be a shop that specifically sells gothic lolita style clothes? Or cute things! Soft pastels with ruffles and lace and good, quality boots! She really has to turn these stores inside out to find something nice. Hell, even a decent sweater and coat, or just a shawl.
With a defeated sigh, Perona flops backwards onto her bed, the journal bouncing slightly, and kicks her feet off the edge of her bed.]
Aaahh...I don't want to go out! I should shop, but if it's cold, I just want to sleep all day...and drink cocoa...and have a bagel sandwich... And someone tall and handsome to serve it to me.
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Bwahahaa, he's even calling her by a title! This is the best day of her life! This makes up for her bad luck, tenfold! As Perona watches Smoker drag himself to her bathroom to warm up her shower, she squeezes her eyes shut and grins wide behind her hands, quietly giggling and hopping up and down in place. Once she's done with that, she lifts her head up with the happiest of smiles and follows after Smoker with a pleasant little hum. The hiss of the shower is like music to her ears, and he heads right on into the bathroom as Smoker exits it, giving him no thanks at all, just a triumphant little smirk.
You are hers, and she is going to use and abuse you, Vice Admiral. And she is going to love doing so.]
Try not to get any ash on the floor, Smoke-kun... [She indicates his cigar.] And I don't want my apartment smelling like smoke...finish that up quickly. If you do a good job and complete all your tasks before I'm finished, you can have another, but open the window and smoke there.
[See? She's not completely black-hearted! ...Mostly because she knows taking away his cigars would really mean death, but whatever. Perona doesn't want her apartment smelling like him, so if he has to smoke, he can do it at the window, or outside!
She closes the bathroom door behind her and lets Smoker to his business (or really his jobs), though after about ten minutes or so, a single hollow ghost peeks its head from the bathroom wall and looks around for the marine. She doesn't trust him enough to leave him by himself without keeping an eye on him, and her hollow is just the one to do such, floating around above him to monitor his activities.]
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[If she thought that was a scary smile, the growl is probably a lot worse, since it sounds like murder and venom of the highest level.]
[With the hollow around he holds up outfits and scowls, eyes still flashing flint and fire.] Which one?
[Yup, he sounds like he wants to strangle the hollow itself, as foolish as that would be.]
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That one there is the better of the two, though you'll have to pick out a different shirt. I'll freeze in that if I go outside, and I don't have a thick enough coat right now to keep me warm. Make sure it matches with the rest of my outfit, too!
[Bossing him around is fun, and oh lord is it making her heart pump. Perona hasn't had a chance to really be a pampered princess in far too long. It feels so good to sit on her high horse again. ♥]
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Yes, your majesty.
[Majesty?! MAJESTY?! OH FUCK THIS NOISE D:<]
[But there is literally nothing he can do about it so he goes about the room slowly getting out a long sleeve striped shirt, and gingerly holding it up to the ghost for inspection.]
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The door of her bathroom opens after some more time, and the young lady emerges in a red, hooded bathrobe, with devil horns at the top of it and a tie that was a forked tail.]
Well done, Smoker... Leave the clothes on my bed and get out, I need to change. If you like, you can have something to drink, or one of those disgusting cigars to puff on at the windowsill in the kitchen. I need to do my makeup as well. You'll wait patiently for me without a peep, and I'll call you if I need something. Understood?
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["Like hell I'd look at a scrawny kid like you!" Unfortunately, it didn't come out like that at all.]
I would never do something like that to you, your highness. Thank you --[Smoker's teeth nearly cracked on his cigars.] -- for the permission for the cigar. I will go do that, and await your next order.
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Dressing quickly, so as not to waste a precious second, Perona puts on her makeup and perfume and reaches for her brush, but pauses a second before her fingers curl around the handle. ...Hm, let's test this new power she has. Picking up her brush, she waltzes out of her room with a spring in her step and calls out to her suited ape.]
Smokeeer~! I have another task for you. [She bounces right up to him and thrusts her hairbrush into his hands.] Brush my hair, and be gentle. Ah...and watch out for my wings as well. If you hurt either of them, I'll command you to throw yourself into the river.
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[Oh god, why would you trust this man with his hands in your hair or anywhere close to your neck?]
[Smoker fumes, and he's bright red.]
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[Even his expression goes somewhat lax as he takes the brush and tests its bristles for flexibility and makes sure it's the right type for her hair.]
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[You might want to ask him to go faster or this could take awhile.]
[If you haven't seen his hair, it's pretty much really short and on the spiky side anyway, so experience with this is not something he has a lot of.]
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And he's proving to be a good servant, so she leans her body into the brush, her neck tilting to one side to follow the pattern, eyes closed. The brush does snag here and there, but it's only on some small knots. He's listened to her command very well, and is being gentle. Good thing, too...Perona wasn't joking when she said she'd command him to throw himself in the river.]
Don't forget to comb out the ends. [It is going to take a while, what with how slow Smoker is going, and how much damn hair the girl has, but she doesn't say anything just yet. She's going to milk his torment for a while longer. Though, after a good twenty minutes, her feet start to hurt from standing and Perona waves her hands.] That's enough, I can do the rest. You're such a good servant, Smoker~! If only you were cuter, then I may think about keeping you.
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[Smoker has never been so damn glad not to be cute.]
[And more so, not to have any desire to be cute.]
[Which is why he's about ready to kill himself when he hears these words come out of his lips.]
And what would I need to do to be cuter in your majesty's eyes?
[Nononononononononononononononononononononononono.]
[Noooooooooooooooooooooooo.]
[Thank you for the compliment, PLEASE Don't keep me anything, BUT ANYTHING BUT THAT.]
[Oh just kill him.]
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Perona halts the brush midway down her long hair, then looks over her shoulder at him with the most terrifying grin she can muster up, a dark shadow crossing her features. Heh, heh...what a question to ask of her, and Peron says nothing at all, not yet, just allows for her massive smile to do all the talking for her. Swaying gently as she finishes brushing her hair and putting her comb away, Perona practically sings as she finally responds.]
Oh, you'll learn that son enough, I'm sure, horohorohoro...
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[EVER.]
[It's worse than Hina.]
[He didn't think that was possible.]
If that is your will, Goddess.
[GODESS?! WHAT? WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT.]
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Giggling and hopping up and down from one foot to the next - while clapping her hands together cutely no less - Perona just can't takes her good mood (and fortune) anymore and launches herself at Smoker's arm, hugging it tight while laughing. Best fucking day everrrr~! She gets a servant to cater to her whims and call her ll sorts of nice name - princess, master, goddess...]
I don't want this day to end~! ♥ [Perhaps it's because she's so damn pleased, Perona doesn't quite register in her mind she just hugged a marine, and instead grabs Smoker's wrist in a vice-like grip and proceeds to drag him towards the door, huffing excitedly.] Let's get going, we're going to have a busy day today. I'll make sure to fill every hour with someone for you to do.
[SHE'S NOT GONNA PASS THIS SHIT UP, IT'S TOO GOOD.]