( april 12 | closed ) somebody's watching me

[industria]

"I don't think that the Benedict Cumberbatch wax figure looked like him. Not that I feel passionately about him one way or the other or anything."

Allison's glad that Nancy has suggested these tourist outings for the two of them. As a newcomer and a local, it looks like there's a lot of territory that needs exploring. Madame Tussauds being one of them. The weather seems to be clearing up for the better, feeling spring enough for Allison to leave her winter coat behind in favor of one of her leather jackets. The sun's still out by the time the museum comes to a close, guards nudging visitors out so that they can finally lock up for the night.

"I think the worst was probably the Justin Bieber one," Allison laughs with a toss of her head. "I don't need to see him shirtless like that."

Sliding a hand into the pocket of her buttoned denim skirt, she feels her heart stop for a split second. Her phone. What happened to her phone? Wordlessly, she whips around to face the green dome of the wax figure museum, hand now in her other pocket.

She can see the phone now, sitting somewhere in a restroom, atop a paper towel dispense. Stupid!

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[ghoulaid]

If Nancy goes to hell for this, it'll at least be for an amazing reason that the rest of them will never be able to outdo. Ghoul watches her take fire to the Queen's face, very impressed the whole way through. That's pretty ballsy right there.

His attention is pulled away from her when Allison grumbles at him, and he turns to hiss back at her, "Wax is a god damn candle, these are like- possessed dolls but worse, 'cause they're life sized. You ain't allowed to judge me when they made horror movies about this kinda shit all the time." A werewolf who's creeped out by scary dolls. Who'd have thought. That's the movie they should be making, though.

He glances back at Nancy and waves her along as he begins to follow after Allison. "C'mon. You should ice the next one," he tells her. "Just shoot a giant ice spike right in its face." Okay, Ghoul, no. This doesn't need to be turned in to a game.

[stauncherhearted]

Actually, this is the least of all her sins, truth be told. SHe'd been raised by the devil himself, after all. No wonder fire came so naturally to her.

"Who the fuck cares," she hisses, running after Allison. There had to be emergency exits. She curses herself for not paying closer attention to the full map of the place. It was a rookie mistake; she'd been trained to know all the exits since she was three.

"Besides, can't do ice." Her powers were nowhere near as good as all that.

"We'd do best trying to stay away from the exhibits!" She warns, catching up with Allison with surprising ease, despite her short stature.

[industria]

"I guess we should be glad they're not talking. Like Chucky."

Allison, why did you make that reference?

Anyway, don't think about that because she's launching herself at the nearest fire exit that is meant to lead them back to the street except it's not working. Instead, she's set off some alarms. Allison bites back a curse, clenching her jaw in frustration as she gives the door another useless shove with her shoulder before pushing herself back.

"I remember I saw another one," she yells over the piecing sound of the alarm. "We'll have to pass by the pop music section though." Let's hope this magic hasn't touched Bieber.