Sunday, September 4, 2011

A Stroll in the Park

Mason took me out on a date, just as I planned.

Oh boy, back to the dating subject.

I met up with him at a local park just past noon. He looked rather well in civilian clothing, I have to say. And somehow, he knew just the right thing to bring: A bouquet of lilies. My favorite flower.

I tried my best to, well, look my best. I didn't want to dress in something considered as "business-casual", but that seems like the only thing I really own besides my night-time clothes. I managed to dig out a pair of capris, a brightly colored v-neck shirt, and a pair of matching flats. I took the time to wear proper jewelry (i.e. bracelets, a necklace, anklet...), and I even managed to wear minimal make-up. I wanted him to get a good look at this pretty face. And since my hair has grown out, I only pulled my bangs back.

The trip to the restaurant was a nice walk, after an hour stroll through the park. He took me to an oriental restaurant, paid for my meal. We went to a crepe shoppe for dessert. Ugh, this man is already trying to win my heart.

Nearly the whole time, he was asking me about my artwork, how I became a criminal... Y'know, cop-like questions. To be honest, I felt like I was being interrogated, but I was honest with my answers. He was interested in what I had to say, hinting that he secretly hated his job. Oh the vulnerability. Maybe I'm just assuming. We'll see.

The date went surprisingly well. I was somehow intrigued in the things he had to say, but I wouldn't let that distract me from my work. Nearly the whole time, I was contemplating ways to draw him closer. He wasn't a nasty dog like Henry, thus this might prove to be more difficult. That, and he's part of the law enforcement. I have to play my cards correctly, or this could end up deadly to me.

I can't risk getting arrested.

But seeing how he's attracted to my artwork, I might be able to get off the hook. He might let my law-breaking slide. I really hope so.

He hasn't sent any subliminal messages since the date. I'm curious on what He has planned for me, for what I am to do with my victim.

Gallows, what is this fun that you speak of?

Friday, September 2, 2011

"And she had left behind a glass slipper..."

That was intentional.

It's not like I had a love interest or anything growing up. I was just never really concerned about that kind of stuff. But I believe I already went over this.

Last night, I went out tagging again. I chose a more secluded area, but somewhere that was still "well-known" for being vandalized. He told me that the policeman from the other day was going to show up. I had to follow His judgement and wait it out.

To be honest, I did get really bored for the first two hours, blankly sketching a few pieces so I could get an idea on what I wanted to finish, to show off. He didn't show up. Between the time from when I arrived until this officer arrived, I had run about, buying more paint cans and even a few snacks to keep me replenished. Upon my second arrival, I decided to conclude my Business Man piece, assuming you know what I mean when I say that.

I had just completed His entire frame, adding my signature "SW" at the bottom when the man finally arrived, grasping his usual equipment.

I forgot to mention, I didn't wear a mask this time since he snatched it up last time. I merely had a bandanna covering the bottom half of my face, starting from the nose. It also had the "SW" painted on.

The policeman was holding onto my gas mask. That made my blood boiled, hating how his filthy palms were dirtying my lovely mask. I want to destroy him for even touching it. But I managed to smile underneath my concealed face, setting down the can that was in my grasp.

"I noticed that you took fancy in my mural, last time we met!" I called out to him, arms crossing and my body leaning back against the wall.

Long story short, his reactions were cute, predictable. Judging from what I took note of from our previous meeting, he took a fancy for art. I pinpointed my verbal attacks towards that, making it so that maybe we could meet again, minus the police badge and handcuffs. He was right. This man is the perfect victim, the perfect sacrifice.

So, I guess it's a date.

Oh, and look what I found:

Looks like his name is Mason. A cute name. I need to get closer.

In other news, some freaks named Gallows and Victor have been commenting on my stuff. I'm going to investigate further on what they really want.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

In response-

we have such sightss to show you.
do not be afraid silky
Victor hast come to protect thee
to guide thee

do you love?
I don't think I've ever experienced something like this.

Well, hello Victor. Afraid? Me? Ha, you're cute. Protect me? Well, I don't think I need to be protected, but I guess a new comrade wouldn't be so bad. Socializing really isn't in my best interest, but I suppose I can try something new.

Love? Love what? Whom? You need to elaborate for me, deary. I'm interested.