Welcome To My Nightmare [Matilda/Open!]

[Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington]

They had dropped into Gotham city not too long ago, maybe an hour or two tops. It was dark, the city had this certain darkness to it that she still couldn't quite believe or get used to, even if this wasn't her first dance in the inky shadows of the city. Last time she had been there it hadn't ended well, a run in with the infamous Harley Quinn, she hadn't expected a full on low down drag out brawl with the clown, having only been in the city for recon, but catching the psychotic woman killing a man, had spurred her into action.

This second time around she didn't seem to be fairing much better, even if the mission this time was just to find the Batman and have a chat with him. The reason things seemed to be fairing so badly? Tony freaking Stark. The man just had to go ahead and interject himself into everything just because he was a smarmy bastard and thought he could do whatever he wanted and my god did he know just how to piss the blonde off. It was like he made it a point to go out of his way just to annoy her into wanting to kill him.

Which was the problem at the moment, Stark was getting pretty deep under her skin, and just moments away from stabbing him repeatedly and leaving his bleeding body in a back alley dumpster of Gotham, Hawkeye saw the twitch and suggested they break up and search for the Bat. Danii readily agreed because it was becoming too easy to think about murdering Tony Stark and getting away with it, after all the crime rate in the city they where currently scouting was utterly ridiculous. Just turn a corner and bam! Oh look, he's dead. She was doing it again, planing out his untimely death, so with a nod to Clint and a flip of the bird to Stark and Danii had slipped off into the shadows of the city like the pro that she was.

The problem with the shadows of Gotham was that she wasn't the only thing in them it seemed, a sad fact that didn't make itself known until it was too late. Gotham was a terrible city, there was no other way to put it, for every thirty normal citizens there was apparently a criminal or psychotic murderer stalking the town. She had her guard up, Danii always did, but there were certain things that a person just couldn't seem to prepare for, sometimes things just came from out of left field and that was probably how she ended up staring at a nightmare.

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Tag: Creepy doll chick!
Words: 465
Music: Welcome to My Nightmare
Notes: This template is much too sexy for this post!

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[matildamathis]

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I want your beautiful suffering. I want to see your pain.

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[Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington]

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[matildamathis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #101010; padding-top: -1px; border-right: 2px #8B0000 dashed; border-top: 4px #8B0000 solid; border-bottom: 2px #8B0000 dashed; border-left: 4px #8B0000 solid;] [style=-webkit-mask-image: -webkit-gradient(linear, left top, left bottom, from(rgba(0,0,1,1)), to(rgba(0,0,0,0)));] [style=text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 40px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #8B0000; line-height: 15%; letter-spacing: -3px; margin-right: 15px; margin-top: -40px;]I want to see love through your eyes I want to heal you pretty sweet I'll throw rose petals at your feet I'll spend eternity Comparing all my poetry to yours I want to show you all the beauty You don't even know you hold I'm hurting you for your own good [/style] [style=width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: times; font-size: 10px; padding-bottom: 25px; color:#888; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 5px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; line-height: 98%; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 5px;] "Christiiiiiiine," Matilda sang, tasting the name on her tongue. A smile stretched across her hidden face and her white, cloudy eyes seemed to flash in the darkness around her. She moved forward, slowly, taking each step carefully as she walked toward Danii. Her body moved in precise ways, not lumbering or stumbling like her stitching would suggest. As she came into a pool of light from a street lamp above, the grotesqueness of her body was in full view. In a battered, blood-stained, short skirt nurse's outfit with frizzy blonde curls spilling down her back, Matilda stood hulking, her head still tilted to the side. Different colored patches of skin covered her arms and legs, stitching running up the length of her calves, thighs, and fore arms. A couple of loose threads hung at odd angles on her elbows and knees. The only portion of her body not covered in stitches was the plain white, porcelain mask that shielded her face from the world. Painted on rosy cheeks and bright red lips adorned the mask that only had one crack at the top corner of it, where her true skin color showed through. She giggled at Danii's question: the sound started out low and quiet but erupted through her chest and out her throat like a child in an echoey playground. "You're really pretty," was all Matilda offered as an answer to Danii's question. She tilted her head in the other direction. "One of these things is not like the other," she sang, "One of these things just doesn't belong...." The end of her song was accompanied by another seemingly innocent giggle. "Golly gee, Barbie Doll, I sure do like your hair." The giggle became darker, deeper, more like a maniacal laugh as she stalked forward yet again, following the wide circular pattern that Danii had started.

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I want your beautiful suffering. I want to see your pain.

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