At the Lighthouse

[Moss]

Dear? **The china doll looks down at Marcesens with half-lidded eyes. She swings her hips to the side, and pulls her hand off his shoulder, before taking a step to stand by his side. She's about his height, or would be if he'd had his hat off.** For some one who- "hardly knows me" **she quotes with a wicked smile.** You're quite fast to make connections.... dear. **her eyes sparkle and her mouth moves as if to laugh, but once again, not a chuckle escapes her ice-cold lips.
She takes another step towards the skeletons, once again swinging her hips in something like the fashion model strut, except more natural looking. Her eyebrows lower, and her face becomes a sarcastic grin.** Ah skeletons. How.... lovely.
**She looks back at the scarecrow and sighs.** Up to? Oh, not much. **She slides back towards him, turning her face into the picture of disappointment. Very flirty, pouty dissapointment.** Humans are such a bore...

**Tybalt's eyes just stay locked on China, barely registering her words. He does, however, snap back to earth in a split second when he hears his name being butchered byt the scarecrow. His eyes narrow, and her grows at the demon.** Lord Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiibalt Ferdinand Of Whitechappel de Capella, scarecrow. **He spits this last part, apparently forgetting about China. Not that that's particularly surprising- after all, Tybalt would give up anything to maintain his honor.** Now. **He adds, with quite some finality.** I have other cats to whip, so, I'll be going. **He doesn't bother to nod or anything of the sort. Instead her takes a step forwards, and dissolves into a cloud of black mist. Just imagining the look on they're faces when they see that brings his regular old smirk back, and he heads off for Nevermore House.**

ooc: the cat whipping thing actually is an expression.. it means "other things to do"

[Marcescens]

OOC: LOL Awesome!
BIC:

Marcey giggles a cheery giggle. "Humans are always so boring. They squeal like pigs and smell none-the less!"
He watches her little strut with a tilted head, looking at his partner from a different angle. His normally happy face turns to a small sad face, showing that big bottom lip in a biiiig pout. "That's too baaaaaaaaaaaad." His obtuse triangular eyes focus on Tiiiiiibalt of na-whadda ya-whodja ma call it, and simply... sticks out his tongue.

"Cat's out-adda baaaaaaag Tiiiiibalt!" He says, emphasising on the CAT part. "I'm gonna find-ja just ta watch you smap at 'dem kitties!" HE giggles, watching him dissappear in the puff of smoke.

His bottom jaw slackes in surprise, his mouth a pointy oval as big as could be. "Thaaat's not fair! He's just a cheater. I hate cheaters." His tone getting darker each time. His mouth closes, eyes narrowing into tiny glowing slits, mouth close and the slightest crack of light revealing those jagged teeth. He folds his arms across his chest, legs shoulder width apart to give quite the menacing 'I'm not happy look'.

"I. Hate. Cheaters." He mutters again, having more difficulty with the words, being somewhat of a hypocrite. Maybe it was just this Tybalt guy. But Marcey wasn't such a jolly scarecrow anymore...

[Moss]

**China just lowers her eyelids, making a sort of flirty half-stare, and leans against the lighthouse. Her china-doll body clinks softly through her tight leather jacket as is means the old stones. In her silence the soft whirring coming from her body continues, until she breaks it with her voice,**
Now now Marcey....
**Were she able to, she'd be chuckling now, rather patronizingly too.**
Be a good boy and let the old ghost-y have his fun.
**Her eyes are shining, amused, but also dangerous. It's like watching a battle between a ladybug and a dragonfly. Neither can do one thing against each other, and they somehow know it. China isn't strong enough to hurt Marcey, and she would never dare get into a tangle with someone- the risk of getting smashed against the rocks was a gamble she can't take. So, she stays out of arm's reach, next to the lighthouse, eyes gleaming, ruby lips carving a smile through her pastel face.**

[Marcescens]

Marcescens seemed to be having an inner debate; which usually happens quite often actually. When alone or feeling strong waves of emotion, the scarecrow tends to speak or mutter outloud. Most things he says are not plesant.

"*mumblemumble* ruddy-ghost-thinks-he's-so-smart *mumblegrumble*" His obtuse triangular eyes narrow into tiny glowing yellow slits as he peers about through them. His arms and hands flop about him as he starts to pace, back hunched over slightly, grumbly and flopping around.

He flounders to a stop, looking at his partner in crime. His eyes take on a more sad apperance. "AWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.... whyyyyyyy?" He complains loudly. "I'ma ghosty that likes to have-" He takes a very deep breath before continuing, "-fuuuuuuuuun!!!!"

He puts his fingers up to his mouth to attempt to hide his evil grin spreading from each side of his face, the jagged crazy one. "Heeheeheeheehee..." He giggles, shoulders shaking with the effort to keep them giggles.

[Moss]

**China doesn't bother to hid her eye-rolling, and sighs. He was impossible sometimes. though she didn't mind watching him make a fool of himself over and over again, and he was a good guy to hang out with... Well, good in her sense of the word, so bad so good. Or whatever. so she sighs again, then smiles. Never a good sign, when Marcey laughs and she smiles.** Let's go have some fun then, shall we?

[Marcescens]

Marcye had his back turned to China and was muttering, and giggling, menacingly to himself as he completely fogrgot that she was there for a moment. He whipper around, his mouth a wide 'o' in surprise. He inhaled sharply in a gasp.

It all came out with a big traditioanl Marcey grin and 'tried to contain' gigglling laughter.

"I thought you'd never ask!" He giggles. "Let's go China-doll!"

[Moss]

**The China woman sighs and raises her eyebrows.** Allright-y then Mr. Ragdoll **Let's go. She begins walking down the path away from the lighthouse, swinging her hips in perfect fashion-model style. Looking back, she tosses her hair (horse's hair, actually, though she'd never admit it) and looks Marcescens over again.** Well? Where too?

[Marcescens]

Marcescens giggles, rubbing his hands together quite gleefully. He gives a little jump up and down, like a little merry bounce. He closes his 'eyes' and tries to create up little pictures. He opens thme again to see China staring back at him. Thrusting one hand upon his waist and shifting his weight to one side he grins.

"Not a clue, China, dear. Off our heads.... Let;s not go home... the cornfields will have farmers and they're beginning to get old to scare. Let's go into town perhaps? What would you like to do?"

He prances after her, flopping his arms quite lazily.

"COOOOOOOOOOOME China! Let us frollik!"

[Moss]

**Chine raises her eyebrows, her indigo eyes half-closed, in a look of disbelieving pity.**

I don't do "frolic"

**She says icily, blinking once or twice. Taking a few strutting steps, she regains her cruel smile.** Town sounds lovely. **She purrs, in the way a girl would accept a date. Putting out her hand for her partner-in-crime to take, she steps once more, and her eyes shine with unspoke ideas of chaos. Grinning her perfect smile, she murmurs in a way fit to freeze someone's blood.**

Town does sound lovely....

[Marcescens]

If Marcey was butter he would have been a salted puddle. Luckily enough, the rusty pipes and rotting wood that held his straw stuffed insides upright were a little rebelious and managed to hold.

He returns to China, part of him slightly discouraged at her 'unfrolicky-ness' but he was so content that the rest of didn't really care. He gently took her porcelin hand in his old glove, a cheesy smile across his pumpkin head. What a vegtable brain he was.

Keeping her pace, he kept to her side. "To town China, to town..." He hummed in a sing-song kind of voice. Triangle eyes arching at the bottom to make a pleased expression. "Off we go...."

[Moss]

**China glanced down at her scarecrow sidekick, eyes slightly open, a smile of amusement on her face. Decidedly, this scarecrow had been a good guy to associate with. He was funny, not to mention she'd never met someone quite as demoniacally havoc-raising as he was. how amusing indeed...**
Yess....
**She murmurs to herself, before becoming quiet. The only sounds prevailing in the air are their footstep's- Marcey's heavy clunking ones, and her hard tapping ones. And her inessential whirring, that never failed to be heard wherever she went.**

ooc: so, where too?

[Marcescens]

OOC: LOL Surprise me!!! ^^