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Post by fiction on Oct 9, 2011 16:20:26 GMT -5
[Current Music]
The night was cool and chill; an enjoyable breeze danced across the desert. On a normal day it would have been silent and calm throughout the City, the sun was gone and the expanse of desert was a vast stretch of darkness that reached on forever.
But not tonight. Tonight the Carnival was in town.
The whole City could feel it, the buzz, the excitement. A reason to dress up stupidly and no-one take a second glance. The slightly creepy Carnival music drifted through the City and echoed in it's vacant back-alleys, a familiar sound to the long-term residence of Death City. The Carnival was one of Death Cities ever-lasting Traditions, since its humble beginnings.
Hallows Halloween Carnival
A flock of Students flooded into the front gate of the Carnival, along with some others, to, it was early in the night and only a few wandered. It was mostly a place for the younger people of the City. Rides rose high from the base of the City, a Ferris Wheel and a Roller Coaster, Haunted House, Spinning Tea-Cups, for novelty of course, and everything else in between. Stools crammed together selling fluffy toys and Cotton Candy, a friendly yet slightly bustling atmosphere. And a tinge of something awful, dastardly.
The Carnival was surrounded by a high fence and huge gates to match. Nothing less was required in Death City, with Witches galore under their noses, anything could happen. Anything at all. Yet to normal Death City people, this high fence was normal, nothing new at all, it was like it wasn't even there. The fun and relaxation coated the air, and numerous noises filled relatively tame crowd at Hallows Halloween Carnival.
Yet, despite this, something was wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.
Somewhere, someone ordered it to begin. All it took was a nod of their head, a flash in their eyes and the otherwise happy-up Carnival was thrown out of whack, and into something from a Halloween nightmare. It soon became apparent, when the whole place went into a complete lock down.
The lights went out, one by one, the rides stopped, grinding to a halt regardless of where they were, the gates had shut and locked themselves suddenly. Even the guards at the entrance had no idea of what was going on or how. Everyone on the inside was trapped, and all the outside were blocked from entering. Something akin to a force field held everyone back, and the fences were far too high, and unable to be climbed. The music in the carnival slowed to a stop, the last sound to stop...
...before the lights and the music all started up again, and the rides to, yet the exit remained tightly locked. It was unmistakable, something was wrong, and something was about to happen. No one knew what, but it couldn't be good. Tonight there would be blood.
(OHAKY. Dunno if this is easy enough to work from or what, but the mayhem starts now!...Or, it should, anyway. I advise that weapons and meisters don't go in arms. If your picked to die, it'll just be a two in one! XD The murders will start soon, and your aim is to find the culprit without dying! Good luck, and happy hunting! ...And yes, help yourself to the Cotton Candy.)
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Post by Geno Garon on Oct 10, 2011 11:44:13 GMT -5
"I've never been so scared of a giant tea cup... or have I?"
Geno sat, befuddled, inside the enormous fake china cup. One moment, everything had been rosy; he had been the spinning incarnation of a lonely sugar cube, and the next, this carnival had become the center of a slow blackout lockdown. Then, just a moment later, everything was back to normal. Or, so it seemed...
Geno waited for Earl Grey Spaceship to come to a full and complete stop, and hopped over the side and out of the saucer. The music was just spinning back up, and it was beyond creepy. Others around him were gazing around, trying to discern just what had happened. Sure, everything seemed fine, like it had been a 'routine' power outage. But it seemed most everyone knew there was nothing routine about this...
Someone over by the gate screamed, and Geno ran. Not away from the gate, but towards it. He was there in seconds, only to find that whomever had made the scream was gone, and the gates securely shut. Geno grasped the gates and gave them a good shake; they were locked.
"Perfect..."
Geno looked up. The gate and fencing were far too high for him to climb without handholds. He turned back around to face the carnival. It appeared he was stuck here. He shook his head and muttered, "I doubt my memories had anything like this in them."
In truth, the young man had come to the carnival hoping to unlock something of his past. Children went to the carnival all the time, he had surmised, and while he had hoped that a ride or two on a wild mouse roller coaster might awaken more in his mind than a sense of nausea, Geno had not expected to be living a nightmare...
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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Oct 13, 2011 22:28:11 GMT -5
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This was supposed to be a great night for the blue-haired Demon Bo-Staff named Vespera. She had made great grades recently on her tests, she was getting along great with her partner, and to top it all off, there was a carnival in town. She has picked out the best outfit she could think of. It was a bit more showy than usual, a blue open-shoulder shirt and a dark blue knee-length skirt, both with floral designs on them; and being ever-conscious on what she's showing she had a black tank top and black leggings on underneath those two items. She was wearing some beige leather boots that were a little baggy on her feet.
She wasn't trying to catch attention per-say, but she considered the possibility that maybe, just maybe, she might meet some nice guy here tonight. It's why she didn't elect to come with Lynn, though she did recall that her partner said she was planning to come as well. Vespera hadn't told Lynn that she was coming tonight, though if she ran into her she would certainly make sure to hook up with her and have a grand time regardless of meeting any boys that weren't already taken.
That wasn't happening now. She was actively looking for Lynn once the lights started going off. She stopped for a moment when everything came back on see around her. Nothing seemed out of place aside from the locked gate. She was officially scared and had to find her partner, so she started running around, hoping that Lynn hadn't decided to stay home tonight.
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Post by gerrard on Oct 15, 2011 16:42:19 GMT -5
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The sheer magnatude of the site was enough to steal ones breath away; it would take hours to see it all successfully and admiringly. It would have been a joy to see, for English literature and language professor Gerrard Mieville, if he had not hated this night above all others. Feared it, loathed it, when his dreams became twisted and unclear, when his insomnia, Bruxism, RBD and Night Terror revved up a gear and made his life hell. He could tell that this place, fantastical and bright would have been a wonder of the world, an intense beacon of celebration of this Alls Hallows Eve night. But it wasn’t. it sent chills down his spine, his leg began to ache and the base of his neck would feel as if it were swelling. He could hear the bat make contact and the snap resounded again and he could hear and echo of his own screams in desperate agony; a flurry or absolute terror, on the edge of going insane. He wrapped his coat around himself, sitting on a bench with a cup of steaming tea. He was hunched up like a cripple, his hands shivering in the cold, beginning to go numb slightly from the cold, even with the teas heat seeping from the cardboard holder. It was as if his body rejected the heat, as it always did this night. It didn’t mater what heat it was; stove heat, bedding heat, Alice heat, tea heat. It didn’t mater. Not now, and he doubt it ever would, while he still had not had his due. Not even Alice’s love of Isaac’s existence could make up for that pain, and he knew it would eat him from the inside out. It had not only been that night, but countless others following. Halloween was his bad luck, and he just sat and dealt with it as best as he could. He knew on Halloween night, a year after his breaking point, that he was not wanted; illegitimate and indecent of blood. On Halloween night he had watched Veronica die in a roadside bomb; nothing but blood, bone and yellow cartilage remain of his beautiful officer. On one Halloween night he had been take from his home by his brothers and sisters, and had been arrested for assault. He hoped tonight that nothing bad would happen. However, per usual, it never did go right. The lights dimmed and the music slowed in cliché, he was drenched in darkness, sitting under a tree… oh god, oh please, this darkness it cannot be my only reminder, a strain against my ankles, my wrists, tight, hung to his tree, please do not take me back… his mind raced for a moment, before he was filled with anger; he wanted a Halloween where he was not bored, in danger or scared. Not now, this could have been so wonderful. Of course it never did. Once the lights were back on he stopped shaking and he calmed as much as he could, licking a light drop of blood from the corner of his mouth. Steady as she goes, steady. Do not let it get to you, not now, not now be calm. Gerrard calmed, sipping his tea with shaking hands, his throat was dry and his jaw was clenched as he swallowed and gasped at the cold. He stood with weak legs -not good for a man of his size- and wandered towards the commotion. With a heavy head and a body of lead, he watched as a young man ran at the gate, looking calmer than he was, and he gave them a shake. Gerrard was going to turn but his brain was blank; he shivered violently, gritting his teeth to stop himself from groaning. He wanted to make as little noise as possible. He had been hoping to win a giant teddy bear for Isaac; he’d love that. He loved soft bears and still slept in the lap of one. The best thing was that it didn’t concern Gerrard one bit; if that was his young son’s quirk, so be it. He was there to nurture Isaac, not take away what made the boy feel safe. Gerrard turned and looked at Ferris wheel; tonight was going to be like his All Hallows Eve’s all were. It was in the air, he could almost smell it. 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Post by Eva Liu on Oct 18, 2011 15:26:03 GMT -5
Eva was pretty sure she spent most of the night peering at her camera’s digital display than actually going on any rides. Just because she only had a generic camera didn’t mean she couldn’t attempt to take pretty pictures of the dazzling lights and throngs of people turning out for a night of excitement. She kept switching from left to right, attempting to take full advantage of the view from the Ferris wheel’s gondola. It was really the only ride her bobbed wig could handle, and her flapper costume just wouldn’t be complete without it. Halloween in Death City was like all the major holidays rolled in one and drenched in fake blood and decorated with spider webs. She felt obligated to put on a costume and venture outside with only the vaguest goal to "have some fun tonight." In hindsight, putting on an actual costume restricted the activities she could actually participate in, but she was too sedentary to be a thrill seeking, adrenaline junkie anyways. Just clicking away with her camera still seemed far more interesting than fighting for candy with toddlers or getting shit-faced drunk at house parties she wasn't even invited to. Though she was in the best position for it, Eva at first didn’t notice the lights systematically shutting down until the roller coaster scene she was trying to snap suddenly went dark. She immediately looked up, and started to shrink back into her seat as the rides, and worse yet, the music, winded down to a slow death. Finally, she was left suspended above a sea of total darkness in a gondola that slowly swayed back and forth in the wind. Even with the glass windows shut, she shivered slightly in the chill night air. The lights of Death City twinkled in the distance, but the only source of illumination in the carriage was the camera’s digital screen lighting up her face. Murmuring sounds, some of unexpected glee, others of exaggerated fright, drifted in from the gondolas above and below hers. Yeah, yeah, rub it in, she thought as she heard couples comforting each other. Just as she resigned herself to spending the rest of the night looking over her photos, the lights starting going on in the reverse order they were shut down in. The gondolas started moving again, and she waited anxiously for hers to reach the loading platform. Eva had had just about enough of the Carnival, and the novelty already wore off. It was getting a bit too cold for her to still be running around in a flapper dress, and she'd seen enough of the rides and booth games to be satisfied with her little trip out. All she wanted to be back in her dorm, dressed in pajamas and wrapped in her blanket. From the looks of the crowd of people making their way to the gate, Eva wasn't alone in that sentiment. Over-eager to get off the ride, she nearly kicked the door open in the ride attendant's face. "Sorry!" Eva shouted behind her as she quickly made her way to the gate. The long fringe of her dress swished around her and lightly slapped her legs as she walked as briskly as she could in her heels. As she neared the high gates, she heard a scream, and at the same moment the girl stumbled as one of the heels in her cheap shoes snapped. “Man, fuck this shit,” she grumbled, removing the shoes to run in her stocking feet to get the hell out of the carnival. It didn’t take her long to reach the gates, but her disappointment crashed down on her as she saw a young blond man try to shake them open, to no avail. She stood there dumbly, heels in one hand and purse in another. Out of sheer frustration at the situation, Eva hurled her useless heels at the gate. She wasn't going to find her way out hobbling along on a broken heel; they only going to get in the way anyhow. She looked around, and noticed someone she thought she recognized from the Shibusen hallways as a teacher. It was certainly babyish to go running to the teacher, but he was still likely the most experienced of the people present. However, he looked in much worse shape than Eva was, and she wondered if this situation would be beyond even his capacity to deal with.
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Post by lynn on Oct 18, 2011 19:59:31 GMT -5
Ah, the carnival. A small child's wonderland. And this one was even more special than that. Yes, this was a Halloween carnival! Halloween had to be one of Lynn's favorite holidays, next to Thanksgiving of course. Well, it might have something to do with the half French meister growing up in the infamous witch town of Salem, Massachusetts. And Halloween was big in Salem. By the first day of October, there were already stupid tourists crowding the streets and citizens walking around town wearing costumes. Actually, Lynn would be one of those people that would walk around in broad daylight wearing any sort of costume she had her closet. And even though this was Death City and not Salem, she still spent the whole month walking around with a different costume each week. Of course this attracted some attention, but not too much since some of the people dress like this on a normal day basis. Well, now it was Halloween night and instead of getting free candy and scaring the crap out of pedestrians, she spent it here at a carnival. Well, it was a carnival! How could she pass up an opportunity like this? Especially since it has been ages since the last time she has ever been to any kind of carnival. Yet, sadly, this meant she couldn't dress up in a costume tonight. She planned on going on every single ride tonight and she didn't want to risk something like a costume to stop her from going on a ride. So instead she wore and outfit that she felt was still Halloween worthy. She had her leather jacket zipped open and revealing the red print of her t-shirt and, for the Halloween spirit, she slipped on two of those realistic looking fangs over her canines that she had the coffin shaped box to in her jacket pocket in case she would ever want to take them out to eat. And of course she would, being the glutton she is. Along with her natural red and green eyes, that sometimes creep out those who didn't know her, she felt she was all set for this holiday and still able to take the carnival by storm. Speaking of which, she in fact in the middle of riding one of the roller coasters when the music stopped and the power went out. "What the fuck?" Lynn voiced out load when the ride went to a stop. Instead of screaming or looking around paranoid like all the other passengers, the meister just sat there in her seat with her arms crossed and pouting like a child. This ride better start working again or else she was going to give some poor employee of this park a piece of her mind, and maybe even some fist as well. Soon enough, the power came back on and the ride proceeded with it's course. Once Lynn stepped off the ride, she saw the carnival in a bit of a frenzy. What was going on? She could only make out in the whispering crowd something about being locked in. What?! Well Lynn didn't believe. Not until she could see it for herself. So the little meister marched off to the front of the park where the gate entrance was to find out it was indeed locked. Angry at this, she started to kick the gate. "Why. Won't. You. Fucking. Open?!" she yelled out in frustration, not caring who was watching. She was glad that Vespera didn't tell her that she was coming as well. The last thing she would want would be for her new partner and friend to get hurt in this mess. She then noticed there were other people there also trying to break the gate. A blond male and a girl from the 1920's. What a stubborn gate! Can't it see that they wanted to get out?! Stupid gate. While frustrating, in a way, this was a bit thrilling. Like a scene taken straight out of a horror movie. A group of civilians first thinking they were here for a fun day at the carnival only to turn disastrous when they innocent realize they are locked in with no escape. Oh the irony that the large gates that were meant to keep people safe were the ones causing this chaos. "Now all we need is a psychopath and we're all set," she joked to herself as she stopped kicking and stood there staring at the gate.
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Post by Rocton on Oct 20, 2011 21:59:50 GMT -5
The sounds and the atmosphere were all a new experience for Roc. He'd never been to a carnival, and only seen rollercoasters whenever someone showed him a picture of it in a magazine or something like that.
He never really had a purpose for going to the annual carnival though, until this year. Ashley being that reason. The meister just had to come along and see what was drawing Ashley's interest. Too bad the shooting gallery game in the midway alley had distracted him enough for him to lose track of the little guy.
For him to be able to prove his efficiency with a gun, even with a crappy fully auto air gun that shoot some heavy lead BBs, was a concept he never really got to show off. Better yet was the chance to win a giant stuffed bunny for Ashley, who would hopefully carry the thing for the rest of the day and tire himself out so he wouldn't be as jumpy and hard to keep up with.
First few tries at shooting out the red star in the 10 yard distance paper target went well, until Roc was informed that if any portion of the red still showed he couldn't win. Well, once he was informed, the meister made sure to cut a near perfect circle around the star until it fell off the target and the proprietor took the opportunity to brag about how his game was entirely impossible.
As soon as Rocton got his hands on the giant blue teddy bear off the top rack though, something went wrong with the power. Having lived in poor conditions before, the sudden loss of power wasn't a big surprise but when everyone started frantically yelling about being stuck inside, it kinda scorched his nerves a bit.
So what if they were stuck here for awhile, it was a friggin carnival. There was plenty of things to do and food to eat while things would be settled, probably by someone welding or breaking through a door, so they might as well ignore it as there was no immediate danger of DYING or anything.
With the rant proceeding through his head, the new owner of a giant blue teddy bear started to look for his partner among the crowd.
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Post by cirrus on Oct 21, 2011 7:12:56 GMT -5
Coming to the carnival had not been James' plan for going out tonight. In fact, the Shibusen student didn't even like carnivals -- he hadn't been to one for years. He had intended to go to a movie, or hang out with Cin and Rick, but, as it happened, a carnival had come into town. Knowing that anything as mundane as a carnival, mixed with a little Shibusen spice, would end up as the most exciting experience ever, he had scrapped all his previous plans and made a beeline for the lights. The sense of excitement was almost palpable in the air; it made the dogs bark with anticipation; it made the cats paw at various owners with want to see outside; it made James shiver with the sheer grandeur of it all!
And, like a kid with ten dollars, he had rushed to the hub of instant enjoyment. The hall of mirrors. The air was cool within. Upon swiveling on the spot to spy the array of different reflections, James realised why he had stayed away from carnivals for all these years.
Every mirror held a nightmare...
James gazed with weary eyes at the array of novelty mirrors. He used to be scared of these as a kid; back then he didn't understand how a simple warping of the silver sheet on the back of the mirror could affect the reflection. That was before he could do...this...The demon weapon held his hands up in front of his chest, his thumbs touching, as well as his index fingers. He closed his eyes, although he was still aware of what was about to happen. It always happened. His body began to glow, becoming its own light source, with specks of light trapped in the creases in his clothing, as if he was dressed in broken halos. A luminous sphere grew in the space between the demon weapon's hands. He grimaced with concentration, before loosing a beam of soul wavelength infused light into the mirror before him. Thankfully, his geometry skills had been adequate, for the laser bounced off of the novelty mirror and reflected around the hall. It ended up looking rather beautiful, but, as quickly as it had begun, the pulse of light gave out.
CRASH! CLUNK!
James instinctively dived the floor, intent on avoiding whatever it was flying over his head. When no such projectile came, however, the demon weapon adopted a look of confusion. He hadn't been the cause of whatever that was, had he? His lasers hadn't produced that kind of effect before...The blonde, reassuring himself by exoneration, got up. Just as the lights went out. He was alone. And in the dark. And very much afraid. Yes, he'd watched all the horror movies.
Yes, he knew this was the scene where the killings began.
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Post by wasaki on Oct 22, 2011 15:39:44 GMT -5
He hadn’t been around long nor was he even well known—rather aptly put he was completely unknown to all the smiling faces dressed in alabaster whites or gruesome furs that made their friends howl with laughter. Not him though. His coat rippled uninterestedly in the chilled night air as the songs of the rides bungled together into a mind numbing sound that had long since wiped away what little concentration the lad holding the cotton candy stick had managed to gather a few seconds ago. Always in his head, that was his purpose. To second guess, to underestimate, and to judge silently, but never partake in the life rushing around him; that—that just seemed wrong somehow.
People like Wasaki Tayfari didn’t deserve to live as happily as these students were.
For emphasis a rushing Shibusen boy bumped past him, sending his fluffy blue fur ball of sucrose bouncing in the wind where it landed at the feet of a clown who happily retrieved it and began looking for whose it was. All the poor paint faced fool would see were the lapels of the only person not enjoying the innocuous presentation of fun, exhilarating danger, and a break in monotony that undoubtedly everyone needed. Simply because he was lonely didn’t mean that others would be drug into his wallowing self-pity along with him, but there was a moment where he felt as if he were falling and then blackness rushed up to meet his face. Death was easy, he didn’t have anyone to look at my back and stare at him from whatever angle they wanted; he was going to change that by being strong and heading for the top where… “It doesn’t matter…” he groaned, hunch backed as he snatched the nearest person’s packet of sweets without even thinking about. Strangely the guy was never aware of the loss he’d suffered and kept right on clucking along with that dopey grin on his face when suddenly the carnival shook, pitching over the stage and onto the ground.
There’s nothing that can be done for now.” said an old man who served as quite the roadside assistance, but everyone is looked in. Walls erected before anyone could have made a move for safety and by the time Wasaki was finished, he was determined to find out what had managed to get in way.
Sorry for the trouble, but was posting while half asleep.
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Post by ashley on Oct 23, 2011 7:00:18 GMT -5
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Ashley smiled, wearing a backpack full of Locco. The bunny poked its head out from the pack, looking around curiously, before deciding that there was nothing of interest, ducking back down and sleeping. Ashley would stop to check on the rabbit every few minutes, making sure she was still there. The bunny was curled up in a ball of fur; there wasn't much to see of her apart from white and brown fluff at the bottom on the bag. The maze of the place made Ashley's head spin, so much that he had to stop and rest on a bench for a while with a huge cone of cotton candy and a can of pepsi.
Ashley had only just realized that he had run off without Rocton when he tried to talk to him and he wasn't there. Instead, on the bench a few yards away, he saw professor Mieville, not looking at all well with a cup of steaming tea. Ashley decided not to talk to the professor, instead decided to freak out when the lights went down.
Ashley froze. His eyes wide and his body still as ice water. He almost dropped the fluffy pink cotton candy gripping the pepsi can so tight he almost crushed it. He stood slowly as he saw the professor get up and move. Ashley back up into the tree, trying to look small. He was terrified, even when everything came back on. He was shaking terribly, Locco still fast asleep. The minigun began to run, trying to locate his partner, calling out the name of Rocton, over and over again.
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Post by cloudman on Oct 24, 2011 11:13:05 GMT -5
Of course, Vingnir had rushed headfirst into the carnival the second the gates opened, having previously being trying to scale the barriers to his enjoyment. No amusment for children was complete without someone to stare at everything in childlike wonder, and so the demon weapon had turned up. For now, he occupied himself with spinning around, mouth ajar, eyes filled with stars. Everything was just so awesome! Vingnir stopped spinning and started running from stall to stall, playing their crooked games and indulging in their sweet delights, coming out of each place a little poorer but a lot happier.
Even when the lights went out, Vingnir kept up his jovial expression.
"This is all just part of the fun!~" He yelled, his joy a beacon in the cold unforgiving black of night. The demon weapon looked around, the sound of metal clanging catching on his ears. He ran towards the sound, wondering who it was trying to break out of this magical wonderland. When he got there, he was surprised to see one of his friends, Lynn, joining in the vandalism.
"LYNN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP RUINING THE CARNIVAL!" He yelled, distress clear in his voice. The girl would probably be confused to Vingnir's reaction; surely it was obvious to all that the carnival had broken down? Well, not him. As they say, ignorance is bliss.
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Post by Vespera Velázquez on Oct 24, 2011 17:38:21 GMT -5
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Vespera continued to run about like a chicken with its head cut off, not even thinking to check back at the gate itself. Nothing seemed out of place, she could be overreacting, but she knew right now that she didn't want to be alone in this place. She looked around but couldn't find anyone she recognized yet. Not anyone she recognized as a friend, anyway. She still didn't have a lot of those, but she was starting to feel like she fit in with the rest of Shibusen.
Then she heard a shout come out. "LYNN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP RUINING THE CARNIVAL!" She didn't recognize the voice off the top of her head, but it was clear that Lynn was near this person. She ran in the direction the shout seemed to come from and found herself back at the gate, where Lynn seemed to be trying to open it. She immediately ran to her partner.
"Lynn! Oh am I glad to see you!" she said, panting from all the running.
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Post by wasaki on Nov 4, 2011 11:48:24 GMT -5
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Initial panic began to wane as civilians and others slowly recouped from the unsettling manner in which the frivolity had been interrupted. Hands never removed from his pocket he might have looked a bit suspicious standing next to the trash can while everyone was rushing to meet friends, family, or simply the more attractive numbers of the masses. Despite all this Wasaki remained confined to that single trash can. Accompanying it as if he were a devoted bodyguard and it his noble liege lord whom he’d gladly go the gallows for…
“That clown threw away my cotton candy…” he moaned as the chill of the night wore on thickly.
His words were snatched away in the coming evening breeze, never to be heard by the ears of anyone surrounding, but that didn’t quite bother him as much as when his self imposed solitude was brought to an abrupt end with the coming of a black haired, black clothed, heavy eyeliner, and chain clad girl. She was cute if you could have gotten past the unsightly paleness of her skin—that sort of thing was attractive with the moonlight burning as intensely as it was now. Coughing awkwardly before shuffling a little away from the disposal unit he eyed her as warily as she eyed him. A quick investigation and intuitive reasoning to her purposes revealed the crumpled red and white basket, greasy with butter no doubt; Americans and their popcorn were something that he had yet to comprehend. Still, he had nothing to fear which meant all he had to do was wait a bit and she’d return to ignoring him like everyone else did.
She didn’t.
Light brightened the sky and the multi-race pony carousel became distinct against her lithe form…she had really nice hips, not that he was looking. “Uh, are you cleaning out the trash?” she asked after several more moments of awkwardly avoiding looking into each other’s eyes.
A fuckin’ garbage man… he thought as he brushed past the gothic chica, her words bruising more harshly than any pain he’d suffered at the loss of his cottony sweet—somehow that carousel was looking a bit more sinister as he drew closer to it. The horse heads a bit blackened, a bit more angled to create an image of fierceness that it hadn’t possessed when he’d observed them upon entering. No, it wasn’t just the carousel.
Everything seemed different.
Looking around at the chatter and beginning formations of cliques he wondered if he was the only one taking notice of this. Then again…he didn’t need anyone else’s opinion. They probably all think I’m the garbage collector…damn Americans… he reflected bitterly to himself as he slipped into line for the demented carousel ride. Anything to get his mind off things at least for a little while.
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Post by fiction on Nov 4, 2011 19:30:22 GMT -5
There was something about Halloween in Death City that was begging for things to go horribly wrong. Madness was feared and treated like a dangerous contagion on the other three hundred and sixty four days, but not today. Today, madness was celebrated with wild revelry in the streets and gory on-screen murders in the obligatory Halloween slasher flicks. Today, madness was going to settle in with you and make itself at home. It won’t be an obtrusive guest, not until it decides on a whim that that cute little body of yours looks better hacked into pieces and fed to the dogs.
It’s all fun and games when your throat isn’t the one that’s cut.
Why panic so soon, citizens of Death City? Are you really that scared of a temporary blackout? The gates won’t open, so don’t raise such a ruckus slamming against them. Stupid little fuckers, you think screaming at them will do the trick? But you’re right, you’re right and you know it. You thought those gates were going to keep the creepy crawlies of the night out of this bright wonderland, and you let down your guard. But now you know, this is your prison and you’re locked in here with me. I’ve been waiting all night to have fun, won’t you let me just unwind? - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - -- - - -
The patient predator was careful to keep pace with the mob as it surged towards the carnival’s blocked exit. Under the guise of just one more of the lost and confused, they scanned the crowd for a familiar face, heart beating faster as a soft, quavering voice straining to be heard drifted over the inane chattering: “Rocton! Rocton!” Aha, I know that voice. Killing a stranger was thrilling. Killing someone you knew however, to utterly betray the trust they so idly placed in you, was divine. The sound came from ahead, and edged closer and closer until it suddenly stopped. That was to be expected; he always got winded quickly. And there he was: their body was electrified with excitement as Ashley Shaw came into view. That poor little minnow, head down and body slightly bent with his hands on his knees, was gasping for breath from his brief exertion fighting against the current of human bodies. His hair was wind-whipped and the pale skin of his forehead was exquisitely dotted with beads of sweat.
Going for the wide-eyed lamb? How obvious, how devious. Sometimes you have to stick with the classics.
Their fingers twitched in anticipation. The china doll boy looked so breakable; snapping his neck seemed as effortless as snapping a banana in half. No, not yet. Not for this one. There was an opportunity that shouldn’t be squandered with this one.
They kept their face straight ahead as they jostled into Ashely, plunging a blade deep into his abdomen before quickly withdrawing it into their sleeve and melding back into the crowd that pushed past the boy. Hide in the safety of the crowd. By the time he looks up another three or four bodies will have already passed him.
The boy wasn’t going to remain unnoticed, not for long. Severing the renal artery wouldn’t kill instantly, but would cause a swift, massive bleed out. No amount of compression would help with this one. He had only a few minutes, just enough time to stagger around and incite mass panic when people finally realize what’s happened.
I wish I could have seen those big green lookers frozen wide in fear.
Hey, Geno, HAPPY NOW. SOMEONE DIED. BE GLAD. >:( Just a small reminder; you can hop in any ride at any time. You never know. Might make things a little more...interesting. MWHAHAHAH!...I mean...umm...continue.
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Post by wasaki on Nov 5, 2011 11:14:17 GMT -5
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Individual conversation nearby blurred into incomprehensible yakking that made him wish he’d stuck to hanging out with ‘Gothita’. A mild smirk rode his lips at that thought. His prowess at assigning names was one bright spot in this whole cornucopia of indolent comments, pushing and shoving—not to mention the misplaced anxiety about the evening’s earlier oddness.
“Omigod, I like— wish this line would— like hurry up.”
“—the turtle is the smartest animal ever; it carries its home on its back. Maybe I’m a symbol of nomadic perseverance…”
“Dude. Dude. DUDE!!”
“What?!”
“That chick totally wants me.”
“Mommy, look! He’s burnt really badly!”
At this point Wasaki was already hurrying away from the din, his mind swimming with numerous conversations that meshed together to create a cipher that couldn’t be identified with anything a human being would understand. Just one place of some bloody peace. Just a little fuckin’ peace would be bloody nice! he howled in his skull, but his face remained a mimicry of stone. Coolness made his frustration a little more bearable and he gave a silent bit of thanks to nature as his fingers rummaged uselessly in his coat’s pocket. Snoopy never had problems like these. He stopped suddenly at that and sighed before scratching irritably at this dreads; you know you had real issues when you were comparing yourself to a dog. “Just breathe…no point in losin’ my bloomin’ mind over nuthin, but a bunch of fools” he told himself.
It was at this point that someone staggered into him. Not someone he knew either, but they threw themselves at him with such gusto that a third party could have easily mistaken the pair to be two homosexual lovers meeting at the climax scene of a Shakespeare play. Anyone who read the tragically inclined playwright knew that comparing anything to how things played out in the legendary writer’s plays was first sign of trouble.
“Damn son, what the— ” Wasaki yelled, his face a mask of anger. Corded and some goddamned angry. There was blood. Lots of it. So much that it was caking his hands and a metallic scent wafted into his nose, staining the fibers with the smell of something dying. Someone was dying right in his arms. Fuck! I can’t breathe! What the hell is going on here?! Swallowing an oxygenated gulp of bitterly cold night air he shouted with as much might as he could force from his lungs, “HELP! Somebody get a—fuck! Get some help!”
Even as he screamed bloody murder, an irony he didn’t care to revisit, he futilely tried to staunch the bleeding, but there was so much blood he could barely make out where the actual injury had been done. Somehow as the boy clutched at some bloodied portion of his body though Wasaki couldn’t see if serration had taken place there, he and the hemorrhaging youth shared a hollow eyed meeting of the eyes and they both knew that it was too late for him. A cold realization raised bumps on his dark, chocolately skin; this was no accident.
Someone was trying to kill all of the carnival goers on this Halloween night.
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