entrancelogs | [Thread] Celine and Ansem

Who: Celine and Ansem
Where Room 129
When: Sometime after the plotting between Celine and Elphie
Rating: PG, -13 at the worst
Summary: Ansem is not pleased with his clothing, and therefore wishes DEATH upon the culprit! :D

Ansem grimaced as he looked down upon the dismal state of his clothing. It was, of course, far better than the state of some clothing, but he could hardly be caught with pink in his clothing, especially since it seemed to affect his gloves, shoulderpads, and the lighter portion of his frontal ensemble. It wasn't menacing at all! Frowning, he shrugged, and smirked. He would unleash his displeasure at the girl who had done this.

Afterall, there was little else to take out his anger upon, he mused to himself as he knocked on the door, rather politely, and stood waiting for the girl to open it up. If she didn't, then he would result to far more drastic and altogether uncouth measures. Certainly, he was a heartless and a being of chaos, but there was no reason to be rude when one was preparing for a fight.

There would be a time for rudeness when he attacked the girl, and allowed her to realize just whom she had decided to steal clothing from.

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What had possessed her to tell Ansem the location of her room she would never know, but now Celine would have to face up to the man. Heartless. Whatever those scary men were called these days. Not that she would know what a Heartless was, being from Expel and everything.

Somehow, she was somewhat looking forward to seeing the 'menacing' man in his pink ensemble. Laughing at him, however, would probably only make it worse. Probably.

Celine couldn't help but wince as she heard someone knocking on the door, somehow knowing it would be Ansem and that she would pay for being so... cheeky. Rude. Foolish, if she had to use his seemingly favourite word to describe everyone. Wishing she had her staff with her, she crossed to the door and opened it a fraction, peeking out at the corridor, and subsequently, Ansem.

Ansem couldn't help but smirk at the mere crack that had opened up to him, especially when he caught the hint of an eye peeking out from behind the wooden surface. "Well, well," he purred, smirk ever prevailent on his tanned face as he gazed down at the girl.

"I suppose its time to make you pay the price," he purred, still looking quite...menacing with the pink, although he had to admit that he preferred the original to his outfit. This made him look like the things in that damnable computer program the old man had managed to create.

Of course, he was hardly patient, and slid his long fingers through the crack, and forced the door open enough to allow himself passage, pretty much disregarding the fact that the girl hadn't moved much, if at all.

"Ah yes, if it isn't Mister I-can't-take-a-joke," Celine glared through the tiny crack at him, trying not to let her minute fear show through. Eyes told all, after all. Yet again she was wishing that her staff wasn't currently on her roommate's bed, out of her reach.

She would never say it to him, but the pink suited him. It set him apart from that guy in black who could almost serve as his twin, at any rate. "I wasn't aware I owed you anything," she responded smartly, although she knew all too well what Ansem meant by that.

"Why don't you just come in?" Rolling her eyes, she moved to the side a little to allow him passage into the room, even though he would have probably got in regardless. Needless to say, she wasn't looking forward to 'paying the price' very much.

Ansem chuckled, and shut the door behind him, his all-too-imposing figure practically filling every dark space in the room, they seemed to lean towards the heartless as he stared down the girl, barely controlled fury in his eyes. Ah yes, unlike his nobody, he could feel emotions, mind you, they were the most chaotic of emotions, as a being of chaos, but he still felt them.

He reached out and wrapped thin, dark fingers around the girls neck, poised over her frame with quite the dark look upon his face.

"A joke," he finally began, topaz eyes practically smouldering. "A joke would be bearable, but this was merely using those far more powerful than you to amuse yourself," he chuckled.

"All in all," he stated, "you can't be bored right now," he growled, eyes narrowing.

Obviously, pissing this guy off was the worst possible thing she could've done. Not that Celine had known exactly who's clothes she had been taking when she'd stolen them, but. If she lived to see her next prank, this would be one person she would completely avoid.
A sense of fear started to settle in the pit of her stomach; needless to say, this was not. Good. At all.

She flinched a little as his fingers wrapped around her neck, but she kept glaring up at Ansem, ignoring her own unease.

"In my defence," she hissed, trying not to look into his eyes directly so they wouldn't make her more scared, "I didn't know who's clothes I was taking. All at random. Nothing personal, y'know." His chuckle scared her, so she thought it best to just shut up before she got it worse than she already had.

"Nope. Not bored. Definitely not." Fearing for your own life wasn't boring, after all.

Ansem shrugged simply. "Then perhaps you should consider not stealing clothes," he offered, his eyes narrowing exponentially. "You should have anticipated being caught, eventually," he growled, leering into the woman's face with a dark smirk.

He couldn't help but feel altogether twisted, of all things.

"A girl's got to have some fun around here! I'm not just gonna sit around like those other sadists and whinge about how boring their poor little lives are." She wasn't going to steal people's clothes again, but other pranks on the mansion's residents wasn't out of the question. "Of course I did. I hardly expected to get away without being caught forever," Celine snorted. As if.

At least he wasn't tightening his grip on her neck just yet, she couldn't help but think.

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