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Post by trin on Nov 27, 2011 20:47:22 GMT
The lights were out, the only source of it coming from the television in front of her. The volume was up loud, so she could hear every breath, every note of the creepy music that helped set the tone that the vocalist found terrifying. In front of her face, a cushion. Her knees were drawn up to her chest. Yes, Caitlyn Lasson and various members of Injected Hopeless were sitting in their bus, watching a horror movie. In reality, it was only Scream - yet Caitlyn found it absolutely terrifying. The jumps, the yells, the screams - they all added to her heart which was pounding in her chest. She bit back a scream as the killer popped out and the female shrieked.
Why did I agree to do this? Caitlyn asked herself as she watched the screen, her eyes wide with fear. She could feel a few people look at her, and bite back giggles. Out of the whole band, she was definitely the 'scardy cat' -- the one who screamed, jumped, and yelped along with the movies. She could practically feel the scoffing of the various members of how unbelievably unscary the whole movie was.
Yet there she was, terrified out of her wits. The killer popped out again, and she yelped, holding the pillow over her eyes. Please hurry up and finish, Caitlyn begged silently.
Now, Caitlyn was a rather stupid girl. Every time they invited her for a movie, she knew that there would be one member of the band to jump up and scare her in various ways. Every time, she promised herself she'd never watch a scary movie. Yet every time she set eyes on a movie, she totally forgot what they did and became immersed in the movie, fear rising in her stomach. Similarly, every single time, she ended up on the floor, screaming in terror, to the laughter of the rest of her band.
Somewhere in her mind she knew tonight was no expection -- but she disregarded this as she jumped as a man yelped. Jesus Christ hurry up and finish~!
meeh. it's very short D; next one will be better --- promise~!
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Post by hannah on Nov 29, 2011 21:20:04 GMT
 a tango just for two There was something about scary movies that was a guilty pleasure for Jamie. He'd always thought that they were incredibly stupid, and half the time they weren't even scary. Three-quarters of the time, the premise made him want to roll his eyes or vomit or something. This particular one was just as stupid as the others, but the thing was that Jamie didn't watch horror movies because he wanted to be scared or to laugh at the movie. No, Jamie thought the best part about scary movies was watching Caitlyn freak the fuck out. There was always screaming, nail biting, cringing, hiding behind pillows and an endless amount of yelping and squealing. It was better than ESPN, quite frankly. Jamie supposed that she must have known this, as well, but he still agreed to watch the scary movies with the rest of the band. Every time. Every time. It was quite amusing. Jamie watched with a smirk as Caity yelped and buried her face in a pillow, as if a pillow over her eyes would be able to protect her from a real killer or something. The whole situation was precious in a ridiculous way. Jamie bit back a peal of laughter as Caity jumped at the noises on screen. They could make a show out of this, he thought, and then, "we should just put her on Scare Tactics." The idea of watching Caity on the TV show that would have made even Jamie piss himself in fear was almost too much to handle and he excused himself under the terms that he really had to pee.
Once in the bathroom, Jamie stared in the mirror for a few minutes, fixing the bit of eyeliner that had smeared under his eye with his tears of laughter. He left the bathroom and made his way back to the TV, stopping briefly at his bunk to put on the V for Vendetta mask that he had bought strictly for this purpose. Once it was on properly, Jamie walked as silently as possible, making careful to keep out of Caity's range of vision, which wasn't too hard considering she basically had a pillow over her eyes. He managed to get right behind her before making a guttural roaring noise and using one hand to grab at Caity's throat--as lightly as possible, so as not to hurt her, but definitely to scare the living shit out of her--and the other hand to grab her wrist. The idea was that she's be super terrified that someone was attempting to choke her and then even more terrified when she looked up and realized that whoever this person was, he was wearing a mask. Almost as soon as his hand closed around her throat, Jamie let go, nervous that he might actually hurt her or something. 481 words
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Post by trin on Dec 1, 2011 19:14:08 GMT
She could hear the yawns of the manager beside her. How could he think this was boring? Caitlyn found this so, so scary. Her eyes were barely peeking over the top of her pillow, terrified she'd get another fright and yell out loud, and the rest of the band would snigger endlessly, teasing the shit out of her for it. Not that it would be a change to anything that happened at the minute, but they knew it annoyed the hell out of her when they would not shut up about it. Which, knowing the people in her bands, probably provoked them to do it all the more.
The killer stalked across the room before vanishing. Caity blinked before she nudged the boy next to her, "Oh my God, where did the kill--" And then, Caitlyn was screaming.
She didn't mean it - she hadn't looked at the screen and seen something terrifying or anything. The reason she was kicking, struggling like a madman and screaming bloody murder was the fact, at that moment, a hand closed around both her wrist and her neck. Her heart leaped into her throat and she struggled madly. Only one word was able to be heard amidst her otherwise nonsense screaming: "KILLER! KILLER! KILLER!"
Almost instantly, the hand around her neck dropped, but her wrist was firmly in this person's grip. She looked up to see he was wearing a mask, and screamed even louder, screwing her eyes shut. If it wasn't for the hand practically holding her up, she would've fell straight onto the floor and rolled about like a turtle on its back, still screaming for her life. Instead, she was on the couch, absolutely petrified.
"Hahaha!" She heard hysterical laughter coming from somewhere that sounded awfully far away. She closed her mouth for a split second, and realised through the ringing in her ears, it was from this very room. A cold, if-looks-could-kill glare passed over her face as she realised: once again, she had been tricked. "Great one, Jamie!" She heard someone yelp out, rubbing the tears out of her eyes.
Caitlyn snatched her hand back and stood up, fuming. If it were a cartoon, steam would have been popping out of her ears. "Jamie fucking Br- Ah!" She yelped as a loud bang came from the screen, causing her to fall back onto the couch again. She snatched the remote as her so-called friends pissed themselves with laughter, pausing the telly and standing again.
"Jamie fucking Bright!" She snarled, her foot coming up to kick him in the shin as her hand ripped his mask off. "I fucking hate you! That was not fucking funny! Stop laughing!" She ordered the rest of the band, "That was not fucking funny! I thought I was going to die! Every time!" Her angry tone faded into whining, but the cold glare was still on her features, her arms folded across her chest. "I'm going to get you back for this!" She threatened lamely. This was something she promised every time, but always failed to deliver. But this time it was different; this time Caitlyn really meant it. She would get Jamie Bright back for this if it was the last thing she did.
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