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intraspectiveIno had not been out begging for candy with many of her peers. It was not that she didn't want candy, naturally, because she most certainly did, it was simply that something far more nefarious and interesting had needed the preparation time and Ino had willingly devoted herself to that.
After all, she could always buy her candy half off and no one would know the difference, right?
Anyway, her preparations complete, it was crazy early in the morning on November 1st when she slipped out of the dorms (still in her costume, just because it added to the fun of it, shut up) and made her way, with her burden packed into a box for easier carrying, down to 13 Griffin Way.
See, it was Mr. Durden's birthday, and Ino had the best present ever to give to him, and it really didn't matter that she wasn't talking to him. There were some things that just could not be resisted. (And, admittedly, getting her… present out of her closet was a bonus.)
Having totally scoped out his house beforehand, Ino knew exactly what tree she was going to use for this—no need, after all, to have the surprise ruined by one of his housemates finding it first, and Ino wasn't sure his housemates would appreciate it anyway—and upon reaching that tree got to work.
First, she opened her box and took out the braided noose made of Smoochy's stomach fabric, then she pulled out the majority of Smoochy (his feet, for the moment, remained in the box) and got to stringing him up. His stomach gaped sickly, the lining having been cut away to make her noose, and then the remainder liberally dosed with red ink in a dark mimicry of blood, as she scrambled up the tree to set the noose.
Smoochy's face had been literally picked apart at the seams—just enough having been left to hold it together, and his forehead had been charred nearly away. More red ink had been used to make the costume cry tears of blood. Its arms and hands had been mutilated until there were more holes than fabric, some of the patterns looking almost like sick mockeries of flowers that had been dabbed with yet more red ink. It's legs had had equal attention paid to them; his feet, though, had been sheared off entirely.
Tying off the noose, Ino shoved Smoochy off her branch and watched him dangle for a moment, just in case the knot wasn't going to hold. Satisfied that it would, Ino bounced out of the tree, landing silently, and retrieved the burnt and mangled remains of Smoochy's feet. Placing those in Smoochy's stomach didn't take her long (see, they'd forced Smoochy to eat himself before killing him, obviously) and Ino stood back to survey her work silently for a moment before turning back to the box.
Pulling out some brilliantly red ribbon and a sign she'd made, Ino tied off Smoochy's stumps of legs with the ribbon, making absolutely gorgeous bows out of it, and then it was back up the tree to hang upside down while she tied one more bow around his neck, covering the noose of Smoochy's own flesh.
The sign she simply stuck to the tree with the easy application of that sticky gum stuff that was found in every school ever. All the sign said was Happy Birthday, and Ino had to grin as she rolled the last of her ribbon up and stuffed it back into the box.
Pausing only long enough to take a few pictures on her phone (Reno would never forgive her if she didn't show him what she'd done with the Smoochy they'd tortured to death, no) Ino then grabbed her box and made her sneaky way back to the dorms.
Leaving her macabre present for Tyle—Mr. Durden to find.
[Warning: Smoochy's end result is described in detail. He was tortured to death. If that bothers you, please don't read this/keep it in mind! House and tree modded with permission of those whose property it is. The identity of the culprit is NFB, that there was a culprit is FB, and this is open for reaction from the one whose birthday it is only, please. Unless, naturally, he calls you over/you've his mun's permission.]
After all, she could always buy her candy half off and no one would know the difference, right?
Anyway, her preparations complete, it was crazy early in the morning on November 1st when she slipped out of the dorms (still in her costume, just because it added to the fun of it, shut up) and made her way, with her burden packed into a box for easier carrying, down to 13 Griffin Way.
See, it was Mr. Durden's birthday, and Ino had the best present ever to give to him, and it really didn't matter that she wasn't talking to him. There were some things that just could not be resisted. (And, admittedly, getting her… present out of her closet was a bonus.)
Having totally scoped out his house beforehand, Ino knew exactly what tree she was going to use for this—no need, after all, to have the surprise ruined by one of his housemates finding it first, and Ino wasn't sure his housemates would appreciate it anyway—and upon reaching that tree got to work.
First, she opened her box and took out the braided noose made of Smoochy's stomach fabric, then she pulled out the majority of Smoochy (his feet, for the moment, remained in the box) and got to stringing him up. His stomach gaped sickly, the lining having been cut away to make her noose, and then the remainder liberally dosed with red ink in a dark mimicry of blood, as she scrambled up the tree to set the noose.
Smoochy's face had been literally picked apart at the seams—just enough having been left to hold it together, and his forehead had been charred nearly away. More red ink had been used to make the costume cry tears of blood. Its arms and hands had been mutilated until there were more holes than fabric, some of the patterns looking almost like sick mockeries of flowers that had been dabbed with yet more red ink. It's legs had had equal attention paid to them; his feet, though, had been sheared off entirely.
Tying off the noose, Ino shoved Smoochy off her branch and watched him dangle for a moment, just in case the knot wasn't going to hold. Satisfied that it would, Ino bounced out of the tree, landing silently, and retrieved the burnt and mangled remains of Smoochy's feet. Placing those in Smoochy's stomach didn't take her long (see, they'd forced Smoochy to eat himself before killing him, obviously) and Ino stood back to survey her work silently for a moment before turning back to the box.
Pulling out some brilliantly red ribbon and a sign she'd made, Ino tied off Smoochy's stumps of legs with the ribbon, making absolutely gorgeous bows out of it, and then it was back up the tree to hang upside down while she tied one more bow around his neck, covering the noose of Smoochy's own flesh.
The sign she simply stuck to the tree with the easy application of that sticky gum stuff that was found in every school ever. All the sign said was Happy Birthday, and Ino had to grin as she rolled the last of her ribbon up and stuffed it back into the box.
Pausing only long enough to take a few pictures on her phone (Reno would never forgive her if she didn't show him what she'd done with the Smoochy they'd tortured to death, no) Ino then grabbed her box and made her sneaky way back to the dorms.
Leaving her macabre present for Tyle—Mr. Durden to find.
[Warning: Smoochy's end result is described in detail. He was tortured to death. If that bothers you, please don't read this/keep it in mind! House and tree modded with permission of those whose property it is. The identity of the culprit is NFB, that there was a culprit is FB, and this is open for reaction from the one whose birthday it is only, please. Unless, naturally, he calls you over/you've his mun's permission.]
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Date: 2009-11-01 07:05 pm (UTC)He had to stand there and stare for a while. He wasn't sure if he was impressed, or disgusted, or ... he would feel threatened if he wasn't pretty sure that anybody who really wanted to hurt him wouldn't waste time fucking around with a stuffed animal.
Besides (he thought as he cut the sign down for a better look) the handwriting gave him a pretty good idea who'd done this, even if the medium wasn't clear as it was. And if she wanted to hurt him, it would have happened a long time ago.
He was whistling a little as he set to tenderly removing Smoochy from the tree. No point traumatizing Lizzie, Lindsay, or random passers-by.