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Character Entry #14.
Name: "Black" Hartlie.
Favorite I-Scream Flavor: Bon-Bon Hearts.
Likes: Watching romantic movies, reading ushy-gushy fics, and doodling little black heart crushes in her notebook during class.
Dislikes: Having to mend broken hearts, most often her own after scaring away her latest crush.
*Scaring Talent: Heart Throbber.
Appearance:
Hartlie is one of the creep kids who live and learn in the Numbervanian neighborhoods. It could be argued as to whether Velorie or she can be considered as the first in such a category of spooks. Hartlie, though a teenage Muppet girl, is just slightly shorter than the Count himself. She has subtly shaded white skin covering her entire body. Her caramel blonde-brown hair trickles down behind her rounded heart-shaped Muppetlike head, ringlets framing her sweet face and ribbons streaming down the rest of the way. She has two round black-pupiled orblike eyes, two gray-whitened eyelids, caramel eyelashes, and a layer of dusky powder blackened eyeshadow beneath the lower rims of her eyes. A pointy triangular-shaped subtly whitened nose can be located in the center of her femenine face. Her lips are painted with a delicious dark black-reddened lipstick. Two triangularly-rounded batlike human Muppet ears to the sides of her head complete this girl's ghoulishly good looks. She has a normal teenage girl's body, and four fingers on both her arms and feet, cylindrical limbs like most Muppets as well.
She wears a filmy foggy gray sleeper teddy, wrapped around and showing her more ell-defined female form, trimmed thanks to a fring f ghostly white lace enhanced by the many little white lacy hearts on its edges. This is of course hidden by the rest of her everyday ware. What she usually wears is a schoolgirl turtleneck sweater of an intense dark or smoky reddish color bordered by a vertically segmented black-reddened collar and cuffs. She also wears a black knee-length schoolgirl skirt, held by a black-reddened ribbon and bow around her waist. Finally, two white bobby socks bound by brick red bands and black-reddened penny loafers compliment her academic attire. While black-red broken hearts put back together thanks to ghostly white stiches ring the edges of her sleeves just above the cuffs, her sweater's V-necked collar demurely declines downwards causing her to look down and then slyly smile at onlookers admiring the hearted hint of visible neckline. Additionally, a big blackly reddened Valentine's Day's heart box topped with a loving lacy white ribbon of its own occupies her left arm's embrace... The box contains both chocolate-covered strawberry hearts she only hands out to her truest fiends or biggest crushes and small individual bon-bons filled with a creamy screamy center.
Backstory:
It could be said that this girl has the "boom-boom" guys want... Especially considering that part of her appeal is the fact that her left chest pulsates outwardly—beating with the rhythm of her heart lying directly beneath it almost as if her chestbumping was a result of it having a mind of its own. "Black" Hartlie is an amarous sort, but sometimes she comes on too strong. What puts off some of the boys in the class is that vampirically ghoulish face of hers, an allure scaring most away before she has a chance at getting a simple first date—which is all she really wants. In spite of this, there are guys cocky enough to think about asking her out. Whenever she finally elicits a steady date, it is enough to set her dreaming and doodling her way through an entire litteny of scholarly class chores. Cuddled up together at the movies or The Pit and The Pendulum Diner, although she casts a more mature look, she really just loves to snuggle up with whatever beau of the week has entreated her company. If invited into her room—raising her hopes even higher—her suiter du jour is sent screming back into the night once she emerges from within her batty bedsheets as she's removed her traditional turtleneck showing off nothing but her stunning sleeping shroud. Left alone to console herself, she turns back to the pillows and silently sulks herself to sleep.
Counting Scene:
"Black" Hartlie chooses to stand by her lonesome on the castle grounds near the lefthand side of the Darkened Doorway's porch landing, accustomed to this by all her relationship misses. Her face exudes that maidenly mystique she's known for, before she opens her heart box and removes one of the batty bon-bons, plunging it down past her palatte. Sweetly smiling, she looks up noticing a familiar thundercloud stamped with a black 14 this time, before blowing a blackened kiss as the spookheart herself gets added to the Counting Castle's cast of souls.