The Pleasure of Escape - Hellsing CosplayI don the coat and cravat. I upturn my cheeks in a splitting grin, fangs gleaming in the florescence. I do an once-over in the mirror, making sure everything is tied and tucked properly. The starched fabric is wrinkle-free, the leather boots are gleaming, and the hair is appropriately spiky. My eyes narrow in mirth. It is time. I walk out stage left. My heart starts to pound evenly and powerfully. I make sure not to forget my lines as I swagger to my co-actor’s side. Her visage is perfect; I make sure I strive to match her in every way. On these scuffed wooden planks that make up the fake world, the eyes of London watch on. I am no longer a woman, I am no longer human. I am that of whose garb I wear. I smile inwardly. Yes, this way, no one will ever know. I am home.