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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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"I'm not far. I'm about to..." She reaches her fingers forward and they barely reach, but they reach. "I think I'm good here."
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And considering that they all appeared to be within reach of their appropriate buttons that moment would be coming sooner rather than later. They just had to press at the same time, right? ... She wasn't going to think of what might happen if the timing was too far off or something.
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His voice is barely strained, but more so than at any point until now.
"All right, then. On zero.
"Three. Two. One..."
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"Richard!" She hasn't even managed to get herself out of the seat before she makes an entirely fruitless, and very embarrassing attempt to reach out to him. "This stupid seat! Dammit!" Excuse her, she just has to get it off and then she's rushing into his arms, Kido and Maxxie will both get torrents of kisses.
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And he's glad it worked.
"Hey, hey. It's all right. It'll be all right." Now we only need to find a way to get out of this place... But those are words for after the first moment of relief.
When Nariko turns to the other two, Richard takes the moment with, respectively, the other.
To Kido, "thank you. Do you need help with looking for your bandmates? Did you see any of them before you found us?"
And to Maxxie, well. He reaches to grip his shoulder, steady, not tight. "You did well. Are you all right?"
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"Yeah, I'm fine," he says, sounding frustrated. The adrenaline has faded and he's accepted Nariko's kisses stiffly and god he's trying not to be a brat about the whole thing but he's fucking exhausted. "Think it's time to get out of here, though."
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She staggers to prop herself up on something sturdy. She covers her mouth with a shaking hand. She really, really thinks she's going to be sick. It takes her a minute before she shakes her head. "I saw Pinkie. Nobody else. You guys should get out. I'm gonna go look."
Or try to process this. It's a hell of a thing to process, watching someone burn alive.
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"Good luck," Said to Kido, who was ready to bolt and considering that her band might be here, too ... It only made sense.
"After all of this finding the exit is going to be nothing." But the sooner they headed off the better.