marty
Simon tugged curiously at the elastic waistband on his pants. It was comfortable enough, but, really, he had an image to uphold. A man couldn't just walk out into public with sweats on; no respectable man, at any rate, and his ego just couldn't allow it. He thinned his lips thoughtfully and turned to look at the full body mirror again. This time he was in a suit. Form fitting and a dull charcoal, it looked... nice. The white shirt was a little boring. A moment later and it had changed into a more interesting shade of maroon.
Ribs and joints protruded from the bloodied corpse lying on the ground. The man was thin enough to be considered a skeleton, even now.
Gwen thumbed the silky fabric of the shirt, admiring its texture and pleasingly violet colouring. She didn't wear purple much. They always brought her darker, duller pant suits, t-shirts, and jeans. It was disappointing, to say the least, but if she was going to rebel over something, she would rather it be something substantial. Her favourite pink polka-dotted dress shirt hidden away in the back was just enough to tide her over for now.
Maura pressed Gwen to the wall, mouth at her neck and sucking hard-- marking. Gwen merely huffed a breath and dragged her closer. Violence. What an odd thing to get off on.
"Ohh," Simon cooed softly, all pride and condescension mixed into one. Pity might have been included in there somewhere, too, but its effects where entirely masked by the overwhelming amount of glee tingeing his words.
"Come on," Oliver murmured, hand outstretched to where Jackson sat crumpled on the ground.
Dr. Nott's fingers are cool where they're gripping your arm. Voice heavy with exhaustion, as it always is, he explains how to tie off sutures for the umpteenth time. You both know this wasn't an accident, though, and this certainly won't be the last time you seek him out.
Jackson pulled his arm back with a jerk, cradling it to his chest. A droplet of blood slid down from the point of injection. They drugged him. It was the shock more than the knowledge he wouldn't remember this in the morning that left him gaping.