Insane? Now Why Would You Think That? {open}

[Rider]

The masked woman sat there quietly in the large chair just swinging one end of the chain. She seemed be staring at the flames that burned quietly even though she could not directly see it. Rider kept her mask on even when no one was there to see her. Was it fear that she kept it on? No, she knew that if someone tried to unmask her then it would be ultimate death for that person or at least the most fatal of wounds. The iron nail seemed to twirl in the air endlessly and she seemed not to care if it was dangerous. If someone was to step in it's path then who's fault would it be? Certainly not hers, one can pin something like this on a blind woman.

"What a bore." Her tone was pure and authentic, "I need something to do." Flipping the deathly long lavender hair to the side that the nail wasn't being spun. Rider has been completely bored ever since she had entered Haruka Mansion. So far, she hasn't found much excitement in it since the day she jumped over the gate. Yes, she jumped instead of opening it like a regular person. Her free hand reached for her mask just pushing it up slightly as she revealed one pale white iris.

There right before her stood a man drenched in blood. Only Rider could see this dead man and it didn't bother her much. Though when it came to talking, well many saw her as insane. Thus she didn't talk to the dead much in this large house, but right now she needed something that was worth her time to do. "What is your business with me?" The girl spoke to the ghost in a dark dead tone, "Why have you summoned yourself to me?" Again she said just rephrasing her words.

At the moment she could careless what someone would think of her if they did walk in. This was who she was and if they thought it was strange then it didn't matter. This time there was nothing they could really do about. Finally the iron nail came to a stop as she crossed one long leg over the other. She only listened to the dead man even if she could careless of his sob story. The only thing the dead ever came to her for was to speak of their families. Rider was more interested in how they died, not their hopeless romances that ended up rotting in hell.

[Jasmine Leigh Markus]

Jasmine had fallen asleep behind the couch. Where she was hiding, hoping that everything bad would just go away. She stirred when she heard a voice. It was a woman's voice. Her mummy? Was she going to wake up to find that everything she thought had happened had just been a dream? She sat up eagerly and opened her eyes. No, she was still hidden behind the lounge...

With faded hopes, Jasmine wondered if the woman who had spoken could help her. She crawled out from behind the lounge and looked at the woman. The mask she wore almost stopped her heart. Not another masked person. She didn't let herself remember the man in the mask who had greeted her. She let out a tiny gasp and slipped back into her hiding spot.

What was it with this house? There were crazy masked men who thought she was bad when she was good, there was a boy who ignored her and wouldn't speak while he played with a marble and now there was another masked woman who - seemed- to be talking to herself. She swallowed, trying to eradicate her fear. She had to find a way home...

[Rider]

"I give nothing for your wife and children," Her tone of voice could pierce through hearts if she wasn't careful, "Tell me old man, how did you die?" A grin plastered on her beautiful face she spun the chain once again. Rider didn't care about the dead in particular since they were also one of her greatest nuisances. Though she doesn't blame them for what she has become; she can only thank them now. The mask only revealed one pale white eye that was all anyone was going to get. She didn't feel like herself without it and felt too weak and vulnerable. Besides, with all the years of walking around blind...it has become pointless to see.

During the dead man's speech she raised her hand quietly ordering him to stop. The tall woman stood on her feet just letting the long lavender hair drop to the floor and putting the mask to cover her eye once again. Many have wondered why she hasn't cut it yet or gotten it cut by accident while playing with her toy. The devil's smile appeared across her lips as she flung one chained iron nail into the wall above where she heard the noise. Rider wasn't the type to act nice to get other's trust because she didn't know how to. She lived with a family that stepped on others hopes and dreams; then with doctors who didn't give a crap. Why should she say sweet things for trust.

"Now, Now my dear..." The sickeningly sweet voice said, "Why don't you come out now?" Rider was in the mood to play with the hidden person. She wanted to feel their fear upon her skin; she wanted to breathe it in like it was her only oxygen. The woman pulled the chain without any effort as the nail popped out of the wall. Rider has used her toy so many times that it has become effortless to use it. "Do you know what happens to people when they sneak up on a poor blind woman?" A heartless laugh escaped as she clipped the chain on her side once again. Rider crawled on the couch and directed her head down which seemed to be staring at the girl. "Answer me young one..."

[Jasmine Leigh Markus]

Jasmine jumped in hock and fear as something slammed into the wall just above where she had been sitting. She was too scared to look and see what it was. This lady seemed to be just as scary as the man from before. She tucked herself as far in behind the couch as she could manage, skin crawling with goosebumps.

She heard the woman's voice and she was almost drawn to come out. But she remembered the thing that had slammed into the wall. She didn't want to come out. She wanted to hide away until someone nice came to help her.

She looked up to find the masked woman almost staring at her. She felt her lower lip tremble. She was so scared. Why couldn't she just be at home, watching a nice movie or playing scrabble with her Mummy?

"P-please, I'm sorry. I fell asleep behind here and you scared me..." She whimpered pleadingly. She didn't want to get hurt again. She looked down for a second to where the man had cut her. There was nothing there. She could have sworn she had been cut before...

[Rider]

The woman disappeared from the couch and appeared behind it as she twirled the chain in the air making sure not to cut herself, though others may have a bit of a problem if they walked in her direction. Grinning to herself she walked closer to the female who just sat there in fear of her. Rider took in a deep breath as she took it all in. Slow sighs of relief escaped through her lips just running a hand through her hair. She was glad to be around with such a fearful woman at hand. Stepping closer, Rider finally stopped swinging the chain and knelt down the girl's position. A hand reached for Jasmine's cheek as she stroked it slowly.

"Tell me," The voice was too sweet for her taste, "Have you yet found a master?" Her eyes were well hidden behind the mask as she moved closer to the girl as though she was going to kiss her on the lips. Only a smile could be shown as she held onto one of the long iron nails that was directed toward the female's leg. "Surely you know of the ranks within this house, right my dear?" Almost tempted to stab the girl in the leg, Rider stopped herself because she wanted an answer first. Though if she did not get her answer then the girl with feel the large nail go through her ripping needed muscles.

OOC: Short, bleh.

[Jasmine Leigh Markus]

Jasmine didn't feel relief when the woman disappeared from the couch above her. She knew that she wasn't gone. Her fears were proved right when the woman started walking towards her, swinging- Jasmine didn't know what it was. Something sharp and dangerous. She shivered as the woman touched her cheek. There was something sinister about the touch. Maybe it was because of how Jester had behaved before...

Rider's words brought back something Jester had said. About... slaves and masters? Was that what the scary, masked woman was talking about? She looked up at the woman, drawing her legs in close to her body and wrapping her arms securely around them. "I th-think I know what you mean. The scary man said before.... B-but I just want to go home.... I don't want a master..." She whimpered, terrified by the woman's proximity.

OOC: So was mine, sorry.

[Rider]

"Home?" She repeated slowly pulling Jasmine by the hair as she cropped her up to her face, "Little wench, this is your home now." Rider had no time to be nice to the naive woman if she didn't understand the rules of the house. Sometimes she couldn't stand people like her; was it really so hard to comprehend the fact that they would never return to their homes? "Little girl, you have trapped yourself for all eternity in the Haruka Mansion." Her voice low and cold enough to rip the hearts of the living straight out of their chest, "Leave if you wish, but home is where you won't be going...All life will end once she step one foot outside of that gate." Once she had finished her speech, Rider tossed the girl to the side roughly which was enough to knock her head on the floor.

Rider stood slowly on her feet just grabbing another handful of Jasmine's hair just to pull her back on her feet. This little girl was fun to play with and decided that she would continue to play her little game. The sharp nail moved toward the young female's neck as she snickered darkly to herself. "I believe I will have fun with you, my friend." Rider ran the nail down from her neck to her thigh to her wrist as she stabbed it right through. The nail dripped with blood as she pushed the female into the wall closes to her. Rider watched the female as she backed away grasping the other end of the chain that also held another long nail.

"Are you having fun?" Moving quickly to her side just holding the nail to her neck again. Rider kissed the bloody wrist and licked the blood off. A dark laugh erupted from the pit of her throat as she made small glances toward Jasmine who would be writhing in pain by now since the nail torn every muscle in her wrist. She wasn't sure about the female, but Rider was having the time over her life with the girl. "You know what?" The sickeningly sweet voice whispered, "The dead are jealous that you can't die from this."

[Jasmine Leigh Markus]

Jasmine had to work hard not to say naughty words to the masked woman as she used her hair to pull her up. It hurt. She knew she could never go home. The other man had said that. But that didn't stop her from wanting it. She felt her head slam into the ground as Rider threw her down again. It took her a moment to open her eyes again. Her head was throbbing and she felt like the whole room was spinning.

When Rider stabbed through Jasmine's wrist with her nail, Jasmine let out a horrified scream. She heard it echo through the house but she didn't care. She didn't care if everybody in the whole world heard. It hurt and she hated it. She hated the pain and the intent behind it. It was like nothing she had felt before. She was sure she was going to die. "Stop it! Stop it!" She begged. "Please stop!"

She didn't feel Rider's lips on her wrist. All she felt was the pain. It was blinding. She couldn't see! She just wanted it to stop! Tears flooded her eyes. "Please make it stop..." She whimpered. How could people do this? She was just a child!