#neonju

       Ragged  and  labored  breaths,  each  rise  and  fall  of  his  chest  tearing  at  the  gaping  hole  in  the  figure’s  side.  The  knife  had  sliced  and  turned  within  the  flesh  of  his  abdomen,  The  Shape’s  own  weapon  turning  against  him  in  the  previous  trial.  This  was  unsuspected,  surprising,  unfamiliar...  

       A  stumble,  and  four  bodies  pried  his  fingers  away  from  the  handle,  Laurie  Strode  fighting  and  pushing  with  more  urgency  and  strength  than  the  other  faceless  creatures.  

       The  warmth  of  crimson  both  trickles  beneath  clothes  and  spreads  into  them,  tainting  the  fabric  with  the  stench  of  metal.  One  of  the  Shape’s  palms  is  still  coated  in  it,  drying  with  the  lack  of  contact  after  grabbing  it  as  if  attempting  to  sew  himself  back  together.  There  is  pain  and  there  is  weakness.  The  figure’s  vision  is  clouded  and  swimming.  The  turn  of  Michael’s  head  towards  the  voice  unbalances  him,  equilibrium  unable  to  adjust.  The  Shape  stumbles  backwards  slowly,  body  pressed  against  the  trunk  of  a  large  tree.  It  holds  him  steady  for  the  time  being.  

bluebell : does your muse learn from their past , or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?

Michael, just like most people attempts to learn from mistakes in order to improve. This is especially true when stalking someone. If a certain "technique" doesn't work, he will try something else. He is also more likely to repeat something that has worked in the past. BUT, Michael doesn't always learn from mistakes. Usually, this is because he simply doesn't care to think about it in the moment. He isn't always calculated but he is always driven.

carnation : what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ? how do they express or not express this relationship ?

This is a great question. Michael recognizes that he is seen as male but doesn't put much thought into it. I would say that he does not acknowledge his gender for the most part. I don't think he sees himself as being any particular gender. In his mind, gender is attached to sexuality in a sense. He is repulsed by the idea of sex and anything to do with it. If I were to say the closest thing he thinks he is I would say agender or a lack of gender in his instance.

forget - me - not : has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ? are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?

       A streak of color. The figure blends nowhere. It remains visible at all times. The Shape does not seek it. It simply arrives. His jaw tightens at the sound of it's voice. It vibrates high pitched and incessant....

       Only when the words tumbling from his lips do not have meaning does Michael's interest pique slightly.

   william spots him immediately--how could he not? there’s not really any concept of time here. just fog, wafting. but will’s body knows this is the time he sleeps, or at least tries to lay down. his eyelids are heavy, his mind swimming in its own fog and paranoid whispers. but he’s... in tune with this place. something primal in him scratches at his very being when he knows something’s there that just doesn’t belong. with his mask on,

   he creeps around a room an old room that brings him solace. there’s a familiar body hanging by its hands from the ceiling. glass crunches underneath his boots. it smells of death in here. but something is alive. the eyes are daggers in his back.

  -- this one. what a fucking bump on a log. he hasn’t seen him before tonight. look at the way he’s dressed. guy seems like the type who would want others to be ogling him. will doesn’t understand. can’t respect it. maybe it’s because his own appearance is less-than-intimidating, and truth-be-told, he relies on the pure element of surprise to take his prey off-guard.

   “you know, i don’t know if it was your intent to sneak up on me, but you’ve failed horribly.” his dry voice is muffled through his mask as will turns to this... theatrical one. like will, he looks relatively normal, as normal as one of them can be. yellow eyes give away the other predator’s possession by the entity, one he shares. his own eyes glow red just a tint through his mask.

   “you should watch your step in here. glass everywhere. i’m not going to babysit a pierced foot, especially for someone who’s trespassing.”

And if anyone knows a thing or two about bleeding to death, it's Amanda. His advice may have been helpful in a true life or death situation; but here, in the entity's realm, she's well aware that death is only temporary. She's not concerned about the supposed consequences. She is, however, losing plenty of blood already and increasingly cranky as a result.