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Thief

|| @mostpeculiarmademoiselleetmsieur || Beau ||

Anthony (Tony) Woodridge was in over his head. He knew he was, but he’d stubbornly continued anyway. What choice was there now? He’d already stolen the car. It wasn’t like he could just return it now.

He’d been moving a lot recently, dodging telling Emma the truth of what was going on. She was his best friend… only friend really… but she was getting her life together. College and an actual decent boyfriend this time. She didn’t need him being a black hole. He failed at everything he touched… everything but being a ‘bad boy’ a punk and criminal. So fuck it. He couldn’t get a proper job anyway. Emma had tried so hard to get him to see the future as bright, but it just wasn’t. It couldn’t be.

So now here he was. With a car he’d stolen. He’d been proud of the theft, he didn’t know why Uncle Frankie and Fast-Fingers made it sound so hard. He’d disguised himself as a bellhop and just driven off with the gorgeous machine. It had been a dream working on it, switching out anything distinguishable, a new paint job and VIN numbers. He’d tweaked up the engine while he was at it, he adored tinkering with the inner workings. It was like new.

This last bit, though, this was the part he was nervous about. Getting the cash from the buyer. Tony rubbed his hands on his slacks nervously, he was far more comfortable in a worker’s overalls or in his studded leather jacket than the awkwardly sized gray suit he now wore. The material chaffed and the tie strangled him. He yanked on it again and fidgetted with his phone. Double checking the email for the millionth time, yes this was the place, the time rapidly approaching. The car was behind him in its shiny glory, he’d driven it to the meeting but had planned ahead and tucked a bike to leave on nearby. 

Just make the trade, get the cash, get home, win. It was simple! If he could just get his heart to stop racing. God, where was the guy already? He just needed to see that money, to know that this shit hell he’d been living in was about to end. Tony’s foot tapped out a crescendo on the pavement as he checked the email one last time.

Halloween Town

|| @scarboroughskellington || 

Halloween was always one of her favorite times of year. Megamind spun in a happy circle through the streets. Last year she and Wynette Scott had thrown together an epic battle, her piloting an enormous pumpkin themed robot dubbed the PUM-KING and Metro Woman had sported a spooky version of her hero costume, with ghoulish makeup and candy themed buttons. The whole thing had exploded into candy corn in the end, burying several cars to the delight and horror of those watching. 

This year, however, Bluebell decided not to end the night behind bars. The big shit was fun and all, but sometimes the best pranks were small. So dressed in a skeleton leotard and her entire face and entire large bald covered in black and white skull paint, she added a pair of platform boots, long skeleton arm gloves. What blue skin did show, she covered in black paint, giddy with how her costume turned out. 

Parking her bike by the foot trail into the woods, Bell started the long trek to the secluded Scott Manor. She could drive, but it was more fun to sneak up on them from behind. She’d taken this route to visit her secret lover/nemesis plenty of times before, but this night something was different. A clearing opened up filled with huge trees with doors on them. Holiday themed doors. 

Brows furrowed in confusion, Bell approached the pumpkin, curiosity driving her forward. Laughter and music filling her senses, she looked about in wonder at the strange world that unfolded around her, “What trickery is this….? Am I high?”