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1girl, solo, long shot, full body, hockey mask, blood splatter, blood on mask, messy hair, black hair, asymmetrical hair, one side long hair, one side short hair, bald spots, mud in hair, dark green shirt, worn shirt, leather jacket, black jacket, worn leather jacket, dark pants, long pants, worn pants, steel chains, chains on pants, black gloves, winter gloves, black combat boots, worn boots, sitting on log, crossed arms, machete, machete stuck in ground, abandoned camp, rainy night, rain, night, pine trees, scary forest, dark forest, from below, sitting, outdoors The camera sits low, looking up from just above the wet ground, so the long shot holds the whole figure: she is seated square on a fallen pine log that crosses the midground from lower left to lower right, her weight settled on her right hip with both boots planted flat in the mud, knees apart, ankles roughly under her knees. Her arms are folded tight across her chest, the right forearm over the left, the black winter gloves gripping her own upper arms through the leather jacket's sleeves, the fabric creased hard at the elbows; her shoulders are drawn up slightly, chin tucked, so the blood-splattered hockey mask tilts down toward the lens with its eyeholes dark and unreadable. The mask's white surface is streaked and spattered with red across the cheek and jaw, one dried run trailing down past the chin. Black hair escapes around the mask's edges: the left side falls long past her shoulder in a matted tangle, the right side is hacked short and sticks out in wet spikes, patches of bare scalp showing irregularly through the black mess, and wet mud clings in clots along the strands and smeared flat across one bald patch. The dark green shirt is worn to a dull olive at the collar and cuffs and shows at the open front of the worn leather jacket, whose seams are split and edges scuffed pale; the long dark pants are frayed at the hems and heavy with rain, and steel chains hang in loose loops from both sides of the hips, beaded with water, one length resting against the outside of her right thigh. The machete is driven blade-down into the mud a forearm's length in front of her left boot, its handle canted toward her, rain running down the flat of the blade and pooling in a ring around the entry point. It is night, and the only light is the camp's dying fire off-frame right: a low warm orange glow rakes across the right side of the mask, the right shoulder of the leather jacket and the top edges of the chains, while the left half of her body falls into cold blue-black; every wet surface — the mask, the jacket, the blade, the chain links — catches a small hard highlight from it, and beyond that pool the camp is almost solid darkness. The abandoned camp lies around her in the midground: a collapsed canvas tent sagging on snapped poles, a rusted camp stove, scattered split logs and a single soaked bedroll, all half-sunk in mud and standing water. Behind, tall pines rear up in dense ranks, their trunks black verticals steepening as they recede, their crowns lost in the dark and in the drifting sheets of rain; the rain falls in visible slanting streaks through the firelight and vanishes into the black beyond it, and runoff channels along the log's bark and drips from the chain loops. Cold blue-black and dead-leaf browns against the one warm orange pool, everything soaked and heavy; quiet dread.
The Dark Demoness

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