If you plan to play with a clown

[caprihorn]

WHO: Gamzee Makara and Jessica Wakefield
WHERE: Somewhere that Jessica normally goes to alone
WHEN: Probably the morning of the sixth
WARNINGS: Violence, language, and general creepiness
SUMMARY: Gamzee stalks Jessica to somewhere private. Gamzee likes doing terrible violent things to people when they're all alone with him.
FORMAT: Anything with words


Gamzee quietly moved his feet as he breathed in the outside air. Sometimes the air outside was worse than the air inside, but today it was nice, there was a smell of something calming that he couldn't quite place. Maybe it was the smell of the small amount blood on him from earlier that was wafting up to his nose. Yeah, that might have something to do with it.

That or maybe it was just the sense of thrill he felt tingling up his spine as he carefully stalked Jessica. It was fun to hide just a little before she'd see, to still manage to stick so close after such incidents, and to go on with this knowing that soon he'd find a place where she'd be all alone. And this last thought brought a broad warm smile to his face.

The second she was alone he'd greet her with that same smile and the smallest honk from his horn.

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[sweetvalleygirl]

Jessica really liked Thursdays. There were two reasons for this. Firstly, she had gym class first thing on Thursday mornings, and those were the easiest classes to cut, and secondly, America's Next Top Model was on Wednesday nights, and Jessica liked to gossip about the results on the show with the other girls at school on Thursdays.

But that was mostly during Miss Jones's art class, which wasn't until third hour, which explained why Jessica was leaving a small cafe and taking her time as she walked through the neighborhood toward the school. She wasn't in a hurry, she could take her time. In fact, she had quite a bit of time to kill before waltzing into Xavier's at the start of second period for her math class.

Sipping her latte, she wandered over to a small playground, empty of children at this time of morning, and she sat down on one of the swings, carelessly dropping her backpack on the ground beside her. She hummed softly as she fidgeted with her communicator, drank her coffee, and went about wasting some time, completely oblivious to the troll that had been stalking her through Brooklyn.