Fourteen Ladies in the Room
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Lady in Red sniffed the air and prowled the exhibition area, the thrill of the hunt still thrumming through her veins.
Where did the sweet thing go? She was so cute and fragile, like a little rosebud, far too tempting to tear apart. A deep chuckle broke her thoughts and she scowled, too preoccupied to deal with the jackass today.
"I don't suppose you know where our visitor went, do you?"
Smoking Gentleman smirked and purposely blew a puff of smoke in her face, provoking another growl. "You're having fun, find her yourself."
She rolled her eyes and sashayed away.
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Lady in Blue stretched and yawned, sprawling on the short steps that lead to the grey vase. After all the excitement earlier, she was still aching for visitors, wondering if Mary would come to see her soon. She hated being cooped up, especially after the new toys tricked her into the room.
Goodness, why do the door knobs in this gallery need to be so high up? It was incredibly irritating.
Pushing herself off and pacing about, she daydreamed about the handsome man that had stumbled into her earlier. His face, his screams… She couldn't wait to see him again.
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Lady in Green fumed as the two companions walked past without even sparing her a glace. How dare they not be affected by her incredible beauty! Was it because she wasn't as popular as her cousin, Lady in Red? Or was it because she wasn't as lavishly decorated as some of her sisters?
Rage surged through the painting and propelled her forward, breaking through her glass prison. Turning back, their combined looks of shock and the high-pitch scream of the man exhilarated her.
Yes, they would pay for not giving her the attention she deserves.
Laughing maniacally, she chased them.
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Lady in Yellow noticed the congregation around the Centre room. The air was thick with blood-lust and the delicious scent of their guests, even her apathetic self was attracted. One of them spotted and ushered her over.
"What's all this?"
"They're inside, we're breaking the back wall. Be a doll and help, baby girl."
She was well known as the final work in their series. But if Lady in Red was the epitome of beauty, Lady in Blue of Grace, Lady in Green of Envy… she was strength reincarnate. She groaned at the work but broke the damn thing regardless.
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Watching from the sidelines, the Hang Man felt the slightest twinge of pity for the two friends desperately searching for the exit. Sheer panic was written all over their features, even the little one who reminded him of a blank slate.
The fourteen ladies scattered in the room and the various others around the gallery are relentless and, even to him, terrifying. Whilst the outside world only knew of Lady in Red, their master painted numerous other unreleased versions, his views on the composition of a woman.
With such diversity of personality, the painting wondered if it was all accurate.
AN: Writing drabbles (exactly 100 words) is both fun and challenging. This is my take on the Ladies: different colours are cousins and the same colours are sisters lmao.
New update schedule: first Thursday of every month, unless there a single review for the latest chapter. At least one. Then I'll update within that week if I have the time. I'm really tired of no feedback and I'm really tired in general these days so writing motivation doesn't come by easily. Reviews really help though, as well as seeing people favourite and follow this story collection.
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P.S. RedSmoke lives again :')