The sounds of the dank basement, the constant pattering of a leaking, broken pipe that was above Calypso’s head, gave her the much-needed breaks away from the aching nerves that existed within it.
She watched the pipe that was a foot or so away, when she wasn’t just staring far off past the ceiling. Watching the drops of water form, only to splat in quick succession.
She spun her new phone again. Pressed her thumb against the smooth screen, her middle on the back of the device entirely. Letting the sweat she was accruing give the lubricant required for her to simply move her hand and let it dance before her. Her other hand gave her stony face the comfort it needed as she rested her cheek against her palm.
Her eyes glanced about, it was necessary. But another excuse for her to not let the pressure outright consume her.
Gale was applying makeup, using the shard of mirror that was shattered on the concrete floor. Making sure that her lipstick was directly applied with no issue, as she kept nervously rubbing said lips together in the interim of this torturous silence. She was wearing this red tube dress, letting her silky equally matching robes hang from her neck. It was almost like a human version of her Consumed form, but somehow just as tantalizing.
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Natalie meanwhile was bumping the heel of her boot to the ground, detached sleeve-covered arms crossed as she never let her eyes stray from the entryway. She simply wore her hair in a poofy fashion, a simple sky-blue dress with frills on the short sleeves and ends, wished with a pair of her normal jeans to bring it all together in her naturally weird aura.
Calypso in turn looked down at herself. How much of a statement it was, despite being so trivial and stupid.
What she chose to wear was her simple dress. The same white dress that she wore for most of her school functions, that she embarrassingly could still fit. She let some of her hair that grew due to the transformations stick.
However, she wore the familiar black, stylish long coat and red scarf, that belonged to the woman they were going to kill tonight.
“Aah~!”
Calypso tensed. Same goofy but threatening candor, but from a very different voice.
They didn’t have time to think hard about it, as a gush of molten blood shot in their direction, causing them to scramble.
“Theeeere you all are.”
The lady who stepped forward, from a newly made hole that was burning, wasn’t their target. Or was it?
“Now this party can finally get started!” Melissa Harker purred, with the expression that could only fit Cassie Morgan, etched on her face.