gazing at you with scorpion eyes

[samson]

Who: Brock, Molotov, and guests! And maybe party crashers? Trick-or-treaters?
What: Halloween party for grown-ups!
When: Halloween, 10pm until question mark
Where: Brock's dumb cabin
Rating: PG/PG-13. Probably going to be drunk people, maybe some swearing.

Maybe you received an invitation earlier in the week via ghost, or maybe you've heard that there was a party by word of mouth. Or maybe you're just looking for candy.

Either way, there are a lot of lights on at the usually quiet cabin in the woods. Located just southwest of the castle off the main road to town, it's not a large structure. Essentially one giant room, the cabin is a single story building made of wood, though one side appears to be made of brick and now has a functioning fireplace. Smoke is coming from the chimney.

Today there are also what appear to be papier-mâché pillars in front, on either side of the door. You can probably knock them over if you're not careful.

[ Trick-or-treaters | Party | Snacks | Outside ]

Comments

[hellshaped]

[He's more stealthy than he looks, true enough.]

The Russian woman with the eyepatch and her husband. [He can't really help there, since he's spoken to Brock maybe... once... and doesn't know that much about him.]

Not much of a party outside.

[eternityalone]

No, it seems not, but it is a nice night. I think I was simply content to enjoy the quiet.

[hellshaped]

[He nods, lighting a cigarette.] Not a bad idea.

[eternityalone]

Would you care to join me? [She's not afraid of him, considering the things she's seen it would be silly for her to be afraid of someone who seems so civil.]

[hellshaped]

[He smiles a little thinly, though that's more because of the way his face works than anything else.]

I thought I already was. But okay.

[eternityalone]

You would be surprised the meaning that an invitation can hold and now that you've been invited, can I get a name?

[hellshaped]

[Invitations hold meaning? For vampires, maybe!!! Ha ha.] Hellboy.

[eternityalone]

I am Katherine. It is a very poignant name: Hellboy. I take it that you have difficulty explaining your appearance?

[hellshaped]

[That thin smile again.] I don't like talking about it, no.