"Excuse me?" William had half a mind to laugh at the girl. The other half wanted to spit in her face. "I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but I can tell you right now that I’m not above hitting a girl if she pushes me far enough. So you keep your bad attitude to yourself and don’t do anything stupid. Otherwise, I’ll make it easier for the monsters here to get you. I’m sure they’d really enjoy some already-been-chewed bitch being thrown at them." Speaking of bad attitudes.
"You’re excused." Through clenched teeth the redhead hissed, a growl dead in her throat; Was it possible this place was making her even more irritable than usual? It felt as if her blood was boiling in anger. “Touch me and I’ll fucking gut you like a pig, you little fuck.” Fuck; this was not the time to be getting into fights, some part of her brain was aware of it, and even now she had a feeling something was watching them. “And I’m not fucking scared of you or other any goddamn freak in this place.”
"— I didn’t say explore."
"So don’t put words in my mouth." William wasn’t stupid. He doubted she was, either. Annoying, but not stupid. "Some peace and quiet would be nice, though. So if you feel like keeping your mouth shut for a while, that’d be great.”
"Have a fit." The words pratically slipped out of her mouth as a reflex, stumbling upon his own. It was part of her chaotic nature to push back; which was part of the reason as to why she fell into his hellhole trap to begin with; She never listened to her parents, teachers, even the few friends she made along the way, and she sure as hell wouldn’t take shit from a stranger. Now all she wanted to do was find a new way to drive him nuts.
"Not too long," she replied slowly, swatting away the smoke. Edith wasn’t too fond of the smell given it reminded her so much of what she hated the most. "I’ve really just come across you while wandering."
"Did you bumped into… Anything else… On the way here?" Caitlin pushed herself off the ground, sitting on her elbow, mildly curious about the strange girl. " ‘Sorry… Bad habits die hard, I guess… I always smoke when I’m stressed." Sucking in the toxic smoke one last time, she proceeded to smash the cigarette on the dirty floor.
"Thirty?" That was old to her? James was a little bit offended, considering he was well past thirty. (Maybe he should be dead by now, all things considered, but he just had a knack for outliving everything that tried to do him in. Surprisingly.) “Call it purgatory — call it hell. They kind of mean the same thing here.” Still, something she said surprised him — concerned him, even. “Why do you think you deserve to be in a place like this?”
"Dying young is just a shortcut for immortality." Her eyes didn’t dart to his between each blink, a cold indifference towards death shining through her light olive green eyes as shadows danced across the walls. "But I guess vanishing in thin air works just as well." Not that Caitlin minded, in fact she was thoroughly enjoying being missing, most likely the center of attention in her town for the first time since… well, since she lost her virginity, really. Small towns tended to held onto any kind of shallow news these days. "Let’s just say I’ve been a very bad girl… What about you, handsome? Why do you think you’re here?”
Edith shivered at the sound of the girl’s soft tune, turning her head to match the voice with a face only to find herself internally gasping at the sight— the girl was hauntingly beautiful and it spooked her to no end. “Huh…” she trailed. “How fitting.”
"Thanks…" Lazy cerulean hues fell upon the other female, for a second, it appeared a brief smile crossed her lips, but if it was there, it disappeared fast, a cigarette soon taking its place. "—How long have you been standing there?"
"Yeah." Well. Whoops. That’s what happens when you talk out loud to yourself, buddy. “Sort of. Guess this place feels a bit familiar.” Yeah. Try to cover up your tracks, James. Shit doesn’t work like that. “You don’t feel it?”
"Familiar?" Sure, it slightly reminded her of her childhood, of course, that was mostly because she spent it locked away in a dark room, reading about monsters and serial killers; but what was his excuse? “I feel… I feel like I’m in hell. Or purgatory… Or whatever christians freaks call it these days. —Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaning, I knew I’d eventually end up here, but I was just hoping I’d be like thirty or something.”
Spooky mother fucker. “Jesus, kid — don’t you have better shit to do with your life than making an already bad situation worse?” Not that William wasn’t contributing in his own right. He could have let her keep going without his two cents, but he wasn’t one to just walk on by when something didn’t sit right with him.
"I have a reputation to uphold." Usually the snarky remark would be aided by a sardonic laughter, because though she’d never care to admit it, fear was spreading through her body faster than a disease, which only made her even more irritable. "And no. But if you’d like to go out and explore to get your pretty little throat slit, be my guest.”
Never thought I’d wind up here again.
"Could this place be anymore tacky?" Adelaide asked in annoyance as she looked all around her, the sight of the place very much against her amusement.
A sigh expressing clear vexation left the girl’s lips, aided by an eye roll, as she did her best to ignore the surroundings, mumbling, “Sure, tacky is the real issue here.”