The Porn Theater
Starshine's in the projection room cutting clips of nightmares from his time at the Briar Patch into 'The Lake House' starring Keanu and a seven headed snail. Between reel swaps, he drills rivets into his jawline.
Pinky's locked in a room with a steel door. It reads 'Employees Only'. Sometimes struggling can be heard, and wrenching at fettered chains. The occasional smashing against a brick wall is distant in the belly of the building. Giggling mad and grunts of a foul appetite.
Twinkle at the concessions stand, contemplating buckets of writhing popped corn and explaining to the voices in her head the importance adding of salt, and whether or not people jack off while thinking of anyone they're related to. She struggles with the theory of money exchange, and smashes her delicate hand through a glass plate. After, she examines the shards lodged in her skin curiously.
In the bathroom, Clover is a bad janitor. You might catch him shooting the last of someone life force into his arm in a stall to sate his hunger. A few extra duckets will help trade with his precious Goblin Fruit dealer. He leaves a marking on the wall, a smeared painting of a gnarled tree on the bathroom tiles in semen, excrement and blood. He'll have an apple or two, but not much cleaning actually gets done.
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