[center][h3][color=99ccff]Edwina Fairfax[/color][/h3][img]http://static.buzznet.com/uploads/2016/06/51.gif[/img]
[@Gilgex][/center][hr][hr]The spirit patted her on the shoulder, laughing.[color=0E32CF][b]”That’s good, you can laugh after all. Was worried you were broken for a second.“[/b][/color] Eddie, ever paranoid, couldn't help but tense up. A nearby store's lights began to flicker on and off, causing the shopkeeper to curse, and intend to have a proper fight with the power company as soon as he could. [color=0E32CF][b]”As for biting, I can, I just save that for food.“[/b][/color]

Eddie raised an eyebrow, hardly being able to believe that the thing could eat. Part of her was convinced that this was either some sort of evil plot, or, a prank. Jackson would be the one to put this elaborate thing together- and it would have explained the harsh treatment of the thug. 

[color=0E32CF][b]”See with this many people around even if I wanted to I couldn’t do anything. Which I seriously don’t, so chill. My name is Masquerade incase you were wondering. Now let’s SAMBA!“[/b][/color]

[color=99ccff]"I know- the dead guy called you that. I'm assuming it isn't your real name,"[/color] Eddie commented idly, trying to put off the samba. Dancing wasn't exactly her thing. Mostly, it was because she hadn't a bloody clue as to how it worked. As far as she could tell, it was shaking limbs in suggestive manners all over the place, occasionally accompanied with large circles of people and cheering. 

Somehow, the creature began doing the basic steps. Eddie stared for a moment, contemplating refusing to dance, and generally being moody. However, her psychiatrist's recommendations came back to her, and she let herself be guided through the motions and the steps. 

[color=99ccff]"That only kind of sucked,"[/color] Edwina commented, as Masquerade ordered beers and meat. The stand owner handed the beer to her, and she gripped it tightly, her knuckles turning white. She had made a policy of not drinking in public ever since her 21st birthday. It kept her safe.

[color=0E32CF][b]”So tell me Lucifer… Just what happened to make you feel so scared of every man you meet? I can tell even after knowing I’d not harm you, you still seem to flinch whenever I get near you.“[/b][/color] 

Sitting down next to him, Eddie left the beer untouched. Instead, she watched as the meat seemed to vanish into nothingness. [i]There's no way he's getting any nutrients or anything from that...[/i] 

[color=99ccff]"That's between me, my diary, and a dead guy in America,"[/color] Eddie chuckled, before pausing. [color=99ccff]"Oh, and I suppose my psychiatrist, but she's got cancer and won't be around much longer..."[/color]