Darkest Night (Someting Wicked Final Day)

[dark_circus]

Who: Everyone
What: The carnival will leave tomorrow. Those left must save the ones Mr. Dark has ensnared, or lose them to the carnival forever.
When: Thursday, October 30th
Where: The grounds outside the castle.
Rating: pg-13 for creepiness

It's the final night, and Mr. Dark stands in the freakshow tent with a satisfied expression on his face. Stripped to the waist, there are new figures joining the ones covering his skin. A man enveloped in green flame on his shoulder. A crane-like woman on his side. A tattooed girl twisted into a knot between his shoulder-blades. He's been terribly successful, just like he had in Fairfield.

Around him, the other freaks wait for the show, clustered in groups in the darkness. All his. All loving and fearing him at the same time. Just one one more and he'll move on.

Outside, the merry-go-round is lurching to life again. Calling. A card dances between his magician's fingers.

((ooc:Mr. Dark must be defeated. He is allergic to love and positive feelings. Sticking him on the merry-go-round may also work. Running it forwards makes a person age but it can also be run backward. In addition, destroying the merry-go-round will also break the spell.))

Comments

[yay_heiress]

[London had been a little distraught as none of the mirrors in the hall of mirrors are tall enough to capture her whole body. However, she has consoled herself by walking steady catwalk circles around the tent, looking down at her 'shoes.' Any attention gained is positive attention to London, although she's apparently oblivious to the fact that the stares are more in horror at white leather fused into her ankles than in awe of the beauty and height of her fabulous shoes.]

[therealrisette]

[Rise rather enjoyed some of the mirrors herself, and could certainly empathize with London's desire for attention. They were very alike in a lot of ways... even if Rise considered herself just a little more beautiful and worthy of attention than the stiltwalking girl.

It's partially out of genuine empathy, and with maybe a tiny twinge of pity, that she uncurls, rolling herself into an upright position while keeping her feet firmly planted on the ground. Pulling up alongside London, she reaches out and gives a gentle, delicate stroke of her fingertips against the leather strap of London's shoes. The way she's smiling, and batting her unnaturally doe-like eyes up at the 'taller' girl, it seems she's communicating an appreciation for the beauty of London's shoes. Not a lot of girls can pull off four-foot heels...]

[yay_heiress]

[London peers down at the contortionist and smiles a charmed and satisfied smile. In addition to looking at herself, she adores when others look at her as well. She gives a grin in thanks, taking the silent exchange at the face value of a compliment.]

You should get shoes like mine. Well, not exactly like mine.

[therealrisette]

[Rise draws back a little, pursing her lips and stroking her chin in an exaggerated gesture of thought. Then, as if she's reached some conclusion, she smiles.

Looking back up at London, she carefully balances on one foot, and slowly draws her other leg up behind her back. Then, she wiggles the foot dangling near her face, gesturing with her hand as if showcasing the freedom of movement. Finally, she punctuates with a shrug and a begrudgingly accepting expression.

As much as she'd love to try shoes like that, it might interfere with her act a little. And we can't have that, can we?]

[yay_heiress]

Good point. I guess it would be hard to do that while wearing these, wouldn't it?

[She tries to do what Rise had just done, in spite of the fact that she's not very flexible, and she's wearing 4 foot heels. It isn't long before she's toppling to the ground.]

[therealrisette]

[Congratulations, London, you're about to be the first since their transformation to witness evidence that Rise does, in fact, still have a voice. She giggles quietly, and politely. The tone is sweet and musical, possibly even inhumanly so.

And it's not mean-spirited, either. Once she's back on both feet, she simply slides down into a split and leans forward on her hands, smiling knowingly and playfully at the other girl.

She couldn't have done much better in those shoes, herself.]

[yay_heiress]

[London manages to scramble to her feet with the aid of a sturdy curtain, and once she's firmly on her stilts again, she gives a nervous giggle before pretending that whole thing hadn't happened.]