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paradisalogs2014-10-30 09:57 pm
dark_circus) wrote in paradisalogs2014-10-30 09:57 pm
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Darkest Night (Someting Wicked Final Day)
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.))
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.))
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The crowd was okay, but it could have been better. She doesn't seem dissatisfied with how many people showed up, but she always feels she could have drawn in more.
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"You never talk much. Its kind of a pain talking to myself all the time, you know."
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That certainly seems to be what she intends to communicate now. Between her coquettish smirk, toying with the strap of her top, and gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes. Never mind that she's still settled in such a strange position, encouraging more attention is never a bad thing.
Besides, she may not talk, but she's perfectly willing to listen! So he's not talking to himself at all.
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Lifting herself up on her hands, she manages to uncurl herself a little until she's on all fours, and then flowing back up to her feet. She makes a show of stretching and yawning, as if she'd just gotten out of bed.
It's then that she fixes the most predatory look her doll-like eyes make possible on him, slinking forward and slipping her tattooed arm around his. Leaning her head on his shoulder, she innocently bats her eyes up at him.
She doesn't really have any particular ulterior motive here. Just fishing for as much attention as she can get.