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interstellar55552015-10-17 05:40 pm
interdimanagers) wrote in interstellar55552015-10-17 05:40 pm
☆TRACK II: DISCORD AND RHYME
Who: Kidnapped Pride Members
What: Corporate hazing, in the style of themepark murder clowns.
When: October 18th-19th.
Where: A large, empty carnival, apparently.
Warnings: This is basically Saw games for babies.
What: Corporate hazing, in the style of themepark murder clowns.
When: October 18th-19th.
Where: A large, empty carnival, apparently.
Warnings: This is basically Saw games for babies.
“Burning the ground, I break from the crowd I'm on the hunt, I'm after you. I smell like I sound, I'm lost and I'm found And I'm hungry like the wolf.” ☆DISCORD AND RHYME It’s your first free night after a particularly feverish series of performances. It’s a comparatively lazy Sunday evening - one that all of you are obligated to spent in the HQ. Things are normal, at least as normal as they ever are, are you’re free to go to bed early and for once have the luxury in sleeping in tomorrow. At least theoretically.Whether you go to bed or not, you’ll find yourself drifting off - and then the sound eerie, peculiar music...like the sound of an old music box, with a soft feminine voice singing wordlessly along. You’ll fall asleep, hard, and when you wake up you are somewhere else. ☆THE SACRIFICES At first, you wake up in what seems like some kind of boiler room. Some parts of the floor are slick with moisture, and your hands and feet are bound, with your wrists locked to the industrial piping behind you. Regaining consciousness is slow and difficult, as if it wasn't meant to come to you quite yet. You can hear water and steam flowing through some of the pipes, and the complex is obviously still active with...whatever it's supposed to be doing. But maybe you're just too busy freaking out at your evident kidnapping to think too hard about circumstantial evidence. You aren't the only one in here. Whether they are awake or unconscious, four other Pride members are bound nearby. Around the side of some of the machinery, you can see the glow of computers, though you can't quite see the screens - there are chairs, though, and a cup of Starbucks that is still steaming. Whoever brought you here is probably still around, and there's no telling how long you have before they return. ☆THE CHALLENGERS You wake up sitting in what appears to be a bumper car of all things - you know, one of those little vehicles you drive around at carnivals to crash into each other? You're sitting in one, and your hand are handcuffed around the bar behind you. Your neck is definitely sore, like you've been sitting like this for a while. It only takes a moment to realize two things: 1) you actually are in a theme park of some sort, and it's still night time, and 2) you're not alone. At least a dozen other Pride members are handcuffed to the bumper cars around you, all pointed in the direction of an empty stretch of wheel worn floor - like an audience, intended to view a speaker. Whoever brought you here doesn't give you much time to be confused. They stride into the center of the "stage" like they own the place. They are wearing a hooded coat of a decidedly gothic style, with a hood that shadows their face. When they speak, they sound feminine - almost like the voice you remember putting you to sleep earlier. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen," they say, "to your trial by fire." “Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme I'm on the hunt, I'm after you. Mouth is alive with juices like wine And I'm hungry like the wolf.” |
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[That has to be all it is, right? He hears the thump of the chair against the wall over the speakers and assumes he's been proven correct. And if they move quick, whoever left that note won't have a chance to find them. He assumes anyway. It's not like the psycho has control over the revolving panels so that they get lost and run straight into them right.]
Trucy, can you keep doing that?
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Y-Yeah, maybe you're right...Trucy, you seriously gave me a scare there...
[He hears it again, however. Closer.]
Ooooooorrrr not!!! Shhhh, you guys, listen for a second!
Well, since you ASKED, Yosuke...
Yosuke will feel a hand clamp over his mouth before whoever the figure is whips him through the gap between panels, just in time for it close behind them.]
cries laughing forever and ever amen
[Is all he gets when hands grab him and he feels himself being drug off. Panic fills his mind and he struggles, but there's nothing he can do about it- it's so fast, and it's clear this person is stronger than him. He'll try to figure out what's going on and who's captured him but...
Poof. He's gone!]
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[Unfortunately, it WAS Terry's hand she's holding. But Pinkie still hears the sound of him mmmmmmmffff-ing and turns.]
Uh...Yosuke? [She waves a hand in the air, looking for him. Maybe it's just too dark to see still!] Yosuke?
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Guys? Are you okay? What happened?
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[It takes him a moment to even process what just happened, and he freezes, looking at where the figure just... Did they just drag Yosuke through there? He's torn on what to do, but Trucy's tied up and defenceless. Yosuke, at the very least, stands a fighting chance.]
[He grabs Pinkie's hand again, tightly this time, and starts moving at a faster clip through the maze. They really don't have time.]
Just keep banging on that wall, alright?
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[okay okay now she's being dragged!
Pinkie doesn't like to leave Yosuke behind, but she doesn't want to stop to pull away from Terry either. They DO need to go get Trucy. And he can probably take care of himself, right? It's not like he's tied to a chair or anything.
It still doesn't feel right though.]
C'mon, Yosuke! You can do it! Um, what if you went back to help him and I can go find Trucy?
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[He stops, letting go of Pinkie's hand and he looks her dead in the eyes to make sure she's listening to him. Though by the expression on Terry's face, it's clear he's anguished by this; coming apart at the seams almost. He doesn't want to leave Yosuke behind, but it's the smarter choice. Best way to save as many people as possible, right?]
[He knows Yosuke's still close enough to hear them through the mirrors rather than over the speakers though, so he speaks up a little.]
We don't know where Trucy is yet, and we don't know where they're taking Yosuke either, and whoever this asshole is-- they obviously have control of the paths in this place. What I do know is we're not getting out of here until we find Trucy. [He sighs and drags a hand through his hair. He's tired and his feet hurt and he's angry and worried all at the same time.] I'll come back for him once you guys are out.
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[Trucy goes back to banging the wall as loudly as she can. As such, she misses most of the conversation between Pinkie and Terrance. Until Terrance raises his voice at the end.]
Wa- wait! What happened to Yosuke??
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[Pinkie's obviously frightened, but she nods. If Yosuke's behind the mirror, they can't get him now anyway. They have to keep going forward.]
He's - he's fine! We're coming!
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[Attempt to be reassuring: Successful?]
[He feels bad, but this isn't his fault. He can't shoulder that guilt, even if he feels responsible somehow. Just gotta stay focused; the sooner they find Trucy, the sooner they can leave, the sooner he can come back to find Yosuke. If horror movies have taught Terry anything, it's that killers don't typically cart people off to kill them. They're more opportunistic than that. So Yosuke's probably gonna be fine for a while. Probably. Hopefully.]
[Terry's thinking over all this when he realises he's walked them into a dead end and swears. Not good, not good. They're boxed in and this guy could come from anywhere. Fuck./i>]
... Shit.
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It's a lullaby - and just ever so slightly off tune, like maybe it's been shifted to a minor key. Besides that, the voice is almost sweet.]
Little boy blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn
Where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
He's under the haystack, fast asleep...
[As the lullaby finishes, he'll find himself instantly asleep.]
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Good luck guys!]
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C'mon, let's try the other way! [No sense just standing here in a dead end! Pinkie grabs Terry's hand again to try and drag him back.]
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She's trying very hard not to think about it. She's also trying hard not to think about the bugs. The very gross bugs crawling up her legs.]
Guys! I'm gonna slide the chair over and try banging on a different wall. Maybe you'll hear that better.
[Probably not, but it gives her something to keep her mind occupied.]
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[He's just a little on edge after what happened with Yosuke, but not everything is an omen of their terrible and untimely deaths. Still, it's oddly reassuring to have Pinkie's hand-- it'll make it harder for someone to just grab one of them and run off.]
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But things were different when she was little, right? She'd been scared of monsters and the dark and all kinds of things back then! Her grandmother...no, her granny showed her how not to be.
She said "Pinkie, you've gotta stand up tall! Learn to face your fears!"...
Pinkie steps forward and lifts her free hand to point at the figure, giggling a little. It's too high-pitched, and she honestly doesn't find this very funny at all. It's pretty mean. But she gets it out, because they don't need to be afraid.]
Hahahaha! Oh my gosh, you guys TOTALLY got us! Terry, look, they're doing that whole spoooooooooky-movie thing!
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[He squeezes Pinkie's hand in an attempt to be reassuring, partially because this is deeply upsetting, but mostly because she's probably not going to like what he's about to do. Which is let go of her hand and basically just launch himself at the figure, fist first.]
[Terry shouts as he runs:] Go--! I'll buy you some time!
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