Thread: Purgatory Clash [Hahvy x Dark Times]

It seemed like another average day in Gear City, the towering buildings glistening with cogs, crystalline glass, and metal rods. The streets were always kept in pristine shape by sweeper machines and repair bots that kept everything sparkling clean. Hatter wanted to destroy all of it, but those thoughts she always kept to herself. Then again, she wanted to destroy a lot of things. Mostly things that were alive. She always remained concealed in that aspect, however, biding her time for special opportunities. The Guards did their jobs, but not when it came to something like Hatter. They never knew what to do with the corpses she left behind. Probably because they were always twisted little crime scenes. She couldn't stop the grin that curved her lips, a little twitch on the left side making it appear even more unseemly on her angelic face. Her lip rings moved with her smile - two to be exact- and black in color. They highlighted the redness of her lips while white teeth glistened, a little sharper than normal but still easily overlooked. She was considered one of the Goths, and yes, even in this day and age they still thrived. The year was 2517, and many things had changed since the whole end of the world conspiracy was supposed to occur in 2012. What a joke. What had happened was a major reform of the governments, which had bettered the life of humanity. But it had also allowed for the creatures no one spoke about to find their own little foothold in such a peaceful world. They blended in like the best of illusions, hypnotizing everyone they encountered. Some weren't so lucky, but no one heard about those stories. No one stumbled upon those corpses and lived to tell the tale. Mind you, not all of them were so blood thirsty they couldn't function without a taste of the living and breathing populace that remained ignorant of them. No, not all of them. But they weren't on Hatter's mind just then. Black boots covered with dusty gold buckles, ripped black fishnets going up slender legs that stopped at mid thigh before being hooked to red garters that vanished beneath a short denim skirt covered in layers of belts and chains encircling a slender but curvy waist made up only some of her outfit. The rest included a shirt that started above her naval- showing off a star pattern of belly button rings- that was ripped as well and was a rich purple in color that faded to black around the edges with the phrase, We're All Mad Here, in fading gold font across the chest. The neck of the shirt dipped just low enough to reveal the soft swells of her breasts, but not too much. Her arms were decked out with what appeared to be leather gauntlets that stopped at her elbows, hiding twin daggers that were always ready for use. Her throat didn't have any jewelry adorning it, but instead was bandaged up as if she were injured. But there was no blood spattering the pristine white bandages. Traveling up further, snake bites noted, her nose was pierced with a small little pentagram stud on the left side. No other piercings adorned her face, but her ears were littered with many that were hidden by the black and red of her hair that was topped by a purple top hat. It was smaller than normal, but not miniature and was tipped towards the front of her body, shielding some of her vision- or so it looked. Her eyes missed nothing. And her eyes were the scariest of all. She looked beautiful in her dark gear, appearing almost like an angel in disguise, but her eyes almost gave the impression that she wasn't all there. Or that she wasn't what she seemed. As if the grin didn't do enough of that. Yet her eyes were the most beautiful feature about her as they were framed by dark purple and black make up. Not too gaudy, no, but just enough to give her eyes this brightness they didn't always have. Her eyes were a dark red. Hinting at purple, but no one could truly mistake the maroon color of her eyes. It was like metallic blood has been poured into her irises. They were constantly aware of the surroundings she found herself in. This time, she was moving down one of the side streets not exactly as well kept or well used as the others. It was dark out, not exactly night time, but close enough that not as many people were out on the streets. It was convenient for someone like her as she smoked her black cigarette, inhaling the wonderful toxins that didn't affect her. The cloves were minty and crisp, brand new from the shop that she had just happened to visit. She didn't care about the looks she was always given. The people here were pathetic. However, they were still useful. They did provide her with decent smokes. One hand in her pocket, the other holding her cigarette, she hummed a little tune she had always known growing up. It was pleasant sounding as much as the actual words were disturbing. Still, what was the fun in listening to only cheery things? After all, you couldn't have slaughter without laughter. Walking further down the street, she couldn't help but laugh at the inside joke.