02-16-2018, 11:34 PM
Viola giggled, her eyes darting around trying to track each individual strand of bouncing hair. The clown seemed so lively. So animated. Watching obsessively and trying to track every detail was an old habit of hers. Of course, she never remembered most of it - it was pointless in the long run, but she never knew what information might come in useful. Without slowed time to assist her, however, much of the movement was lost on her, appearing like a smooth blur. If anything, it made Pennywise seem even more animated, even more real. As if she'd been looking at the world through a tinted lens for the last six and a half centuries, only now seeing the world for what it was. Suddenly, the dreary plane appeared to be surprisingly fresh.
Deep down, her body cried out, screaming at her to run away from the friendly clown. Perhaps it was his large bulbous forehead, how his smile curled a little too much, or his fake makeup - as if covering something up. Yet, Viola still laughed at his silly display. Even if she did run, where would she go? She dismissed her fears as superstition, and that her recent loss of magic was making her overly cautious.
Flinching at another crackle - it sounded like static or a weak lightning spell - Viola glanced back at the soldiers in white, instinctively stepping away from the clown in the process. Shaking her head lightly, she cleared her thoughts, ignoring the strange people just like Pennywise had. She wanted to rhyme, or toy with his name just like he had with hers. But what could she do with 'Pennywise'? Penny, Pen... She scrunched her nose a little bit; it was impossible.
"It is nice to meet you, Penny-wise." Viola held almost perfectly still, a small hint of an upper-class lifestyle seeped into her tone, emphasised by her formality. Smiling faintly, she inched closer again, taking small scuttling steps like a deer approaching a pond during a drought. Resisting the urge the lean on the dead fountain, Viola meshed her fingers together, busying her hands and letting her hair flow freely. It trailed behind her, swinging back and forth mesmerisingly and making her head bob a little. Carefully, she reached out her hand, holding it within arm's reach of her new friend while her other fingers ran through the silky frills of her dress, turning odd folds up and revealing the fine stitches.
The clown lived up to his title, doing a little hop. Tippity tap went the tips of his hard shoes upon the Nexus floor while he vigorously stretched out his arm, firmly grasping Viola's hand. Randomly and clumsily, he shook her limb, almost pulling her off balance but not quite - he pushed the boundaries, reaching equilibrium and leaving Viola near her literal tipping point. "Howdy-doo, little bluebell," he let go after what felt like a short eternity, speaking in his goofy tone.
The over the top nature of it all left her laughing quietly, a near silent giggle mostly composed of air. Quickly, she forgot her fears. Had one of the soldiers shook her arm like that, she might have cried.
Keeping his happy grin donned across his face, Pennywise shuffled from foot to foot, bending and working his arms, using one to rub the shoulder of the other. He made a mock expression of pain for a moment, massaging his bicep. "Mighty strong grip you've got there, young'un."
"That was you, silly," Viola smiled, naturally playing into his game. She shuffled backwards, all the same, easing the strain on her neck from having to look up at him and giving herself a modicum of space.
"OooOOoh?" he dragged out, raising his voice to ridiculous timbres, varying it more randomly and effortlessly than any instrument could. "Are you suuUUuure?" With a solid looking grip, he twisted his shoulder forward, then back, then returned it to the middle where it made a slight popping sound. Viola simply tried to raise a single eyebrow (but failed, oddly twisting her face and lifting both), amused by his playful behaviour.
"Very sure." She nodded, then breathed out, puffing the air upwards to blow a couple of loose strands of hair out of her eyes. It fell back down again so she reached up, tucking it behind her ear.
"Well, who am I to deny a little girl?" He crouched down and ducked forward pretending to peer under a canopy. "Would you like a balloon?" He continued to speak to her, lowering his voice allude to great mysterious secrets.
Despite having backed away a little bit, Viola found his smiling face close to hers. And, she was instinctively ducking a little bit too, like she was hiding behind the dead fountain despite being on the wrong side to avoid the two men watching them. Placidly, Viola made no attempt to move away. "Yes," her plain voice spoke before she momentarily blurted out a follow-up comment. "Please." While her speech was simple and short, or even quick (at least for her), she still took great care in pronouncing everything correctly and clearly.
She'd wondered why she was so accepting of the clown's treatment of her - new acquaintance, or friend, he treated her like a child. Normally she'd resent such a thing, or tell herself she did. Yet she was continuing with it anyway. Why? Why would she? Because it was a distraction? Or maybe, just maybe, because it was fun.
Deep down, her body cried out, screaming at her to run away from the friendly clown. Perhaps it was his large bulbous forehead, how his smile curled a little too much, or his fake makeup - as if covering something up. Yet, Viola still laughed at his silly display. Even if she did run, where would she go? She dismissed her fears as superstition, and that her recent loss of magic was making her overly cautious.
Flinching at another crackle - it sounded like static or a weak lightning spell - Viola glanced back at the soldiers in white, instinctively stepping away from the clown in the process. Shaking her head lightly, she cleared her thoughts, ignoring the strange people just like Pennywise had. She wanted to rhyme, or toy with his name just like he had with hers. But what could she do with 'Pennywise'? Penny, Pen... She scrunched her nose a little bit; it was impossible.
"It is nice to meet you, Penny-wise." Viola held almost perfectly still, a small hint of an upper-class lifestyle seeped into her tone, emphasised by her formality. Smiling faintly, she inched closer again, taking small scuttling steps like a deer approaching a pond during a drought. Resisting the urge the lean on the dead fountain, Viola meshed her fingers together, busying her hands and letting her hair flow freely. It trailed behind her, swinging back and forth mesmerisingly and making her head bob a little. Carefully, she reached out her hand, holding it within arm's reach of her new friend while her other fingers ran through the silky frills of her dress, turning odd folds up and revealing the fine stitches.
The clown lived up to his title, doing a little hop. Tippity tap went the tips of his hard shoes upon the Nexus floor while he vigorously stretched out his arm, firmly grasping Viola's hand. Randomly and clumsily, he shook her limb, almost pulling her off balance but not quite - he pushed the boundaries, reaching equilibrium and leaving Viola near her literal tipping point. "Howdy-doo, little bluebell," he let go after what felt like a short eternity, speaking in his goofy tone.
The over the top nature of it all left her laughing quietly, a near silent giggle mostly composed of air. Quickly, she forgot her fears. Had one of the soldiers shook her arm like that, she might have cried.
Keeping his happy grin donned across his face, Pennywise shuffled from foot to foot, bending and working his arms, using one to rub the shoulder of the other. He made a mock expression of pain for a moment, massaging his bicep. "Mighty strong grip you've got there, young'un."
"That was you, silly," Viola smiled, naturally playing into his game. She shuffled backwards, all the same, easing the strain on her neck from having to look up at him and giving herself a modicum of space.
"OooOOoh?" he dragged out, raising his voice to ridiculous timbres, varying it more randomly and effortlessly than any instrument could. "Are you suuUUuure?" With a solid looking grip, he twisted his shoulder forward, then back, then returned it to the middle where it made a slight popping sound. Viola simply tried to raise a single eyebrow (but failed, oddly twisting her face and lifting both), amused by his playful behaviour.
"Very sure." She nodded, then breathed out, puffing the air upwards to blow a couple of loose strands of hair out of her eyes. It fell back down again so she reached up, tucking it behind her ear.
"Well, who am I to deny a little girl?" He crouched down and ducked forward pretending to peer under a canopy. "Would you like a balloon?" He continued to speak to her, lowering his voice allude to great mysterious secrets.
Despite having backed away a little bit, Viola found his smiling face close to hers. And, she was instinctively ducking a little bit too, like she was hiding behind the dead fountain despite being on the wrong side to avoid the two men watching them. Placidly, Viola made no attempt to move away. "Yes," her plain voice spoke before she momentarily blurted out a follow-up comment. "Please." While her speech was simple and short, or even quick (at least for her), she still took great care in pronouncing everything correctly and clearly.
She'd wondered why she was so accepting of the clown's treatment of her - new acquaintance, or friend, he treated her like a child. Normally she'd resent such a thing, or tell herself she did. Yet she was continuing with it anyway. Why? Why would she? Because it was a distraction? Or maybe, just maybe, because it was fun.