manymasksmanyfaces

Part 1 : Mary watched Downton Abby and drank honey Chamomile tea. She chilled in serenity as she waited for her boyfriend William to return home. She had let her long hair down, and enjoyed a quiet Valentine’s Day evening as she awaited her boyfriend William’s return. She knew that after so many hours in a restaurant, he wouldn’t want to go out on one of the busiest nights of the year. So, she would get her Downton Abby addiction out of the way, and then they would watch something together and she would make a little dinner just for her and her personal pirate! For now, she wore pajamas with the emblem of a cute, white furred Kumiho. She was nice and comfy that cold night, though she was concerned. Typically, William would be home by now. She grumbled and checked her phone, “He better not be doing a grand gesture for Valentine’s Day to get off the hook for forgetting anniversary or my Birthday…” As one episode turned to two, and Mary checked her phone again. She saw no

Duncan found that stealing was the best way to live. He could grow his hair and beard out, and homeless shelters usually offered a shower and a hot meal if he ever needed it. Often though, life out of a suitcase in a motel was just cheaper than slaving away to live in one place. Why work, take orders, and be paid a pittance to wake up and toil away day after day? Besides, theft was easier and much more of a rush than life as a wage slave. It was freedom, a thrill ride, and it was the American way! Speaking of that, Duncan found himself in need of funds. What was easier than to go full Viking and steal from a church? It was Easter time as well, so the church was full of those juicy donations. He picked the city’s Catholic church. Security was a little laxer there to preserve the historic building. Therefore, it used fewer cameras and electronic measures. In fact, right now the front door was unlocked! Honest people were so trusting! Despite his ill intent, Duncan marveled at the old

Brian cut pieces of apple with a knife as cigarette smoke filled the apartment kitchen. The kitchen was clean, but Brian himself wore a dirty shirt and ripped cargo pants. He adjusted his glasses before he went back to carve more apples more like it was a therapeutic practice than a practical one. His every careful cut practiced like a craftsman. As he admired his handiwork, there was a tap on his window. Ashley the vampire hung upside down outside on the fire escape. She winked and waved, “Sup’ Brian.” He adjusted his glasses, but otherwise he showed little concern to the fact that a pale, red eyed, vampire girl outside of his window. In fact, he opened it. “Nearly dawn.” She nodded, “Got shot so I need new clothes. Got a gun for you.” Brian exhaled smoke, “Alright. Come in.” Now invited, Ashley entered. She handed him the .38 special she picked up off the guy that shot her and she drained him of blood to repair herself. She shuttered at the memory of her feral fury, “Tried

A bell rang to herald William entering the Toy Store. He wore a pirate costume since he didn't have time to change after his shift at a restaurant on a busy Valentine's Day rush. He himself was in a rush to get a special gift to his girlfriend. As he commuted to work each day, the toy store caught his eye. William sighed. He loved his girlfriend, Mary. However, when she revealed to him that she was one of the many witches in the world, the pressure to be a dutiful boyfriend certainly skyrocketed! He hoped that her love of historical things would carry into knick-knacks like antique toys. It was a old fashioned appearing store full of just walls and shelves. Toys covered the aisles and shelves. They ranged from wooden puppets, cloth dolls, Jack In The boxes, and even more modern toys like plastic Barbie's and action figures. Behind the counter was a blonde almost look like a doll herself with pristine smooth skin and wide blue eyes. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her just past