☆TRACK II: DISCORD AND RHYME

[interdimanagers]

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.

“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. "【Sad and Scary Song】"Come Out And Play"Creepy Music Box】[HD]" (Watch on YouTube) ☆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. (Click here for your top level!) ☆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." (Click here for your top level!) “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.”

Comments

[tigermillionaire]

One key isn't nearly enough, but at least it means something. It means that they could still suddenly find the second key and that things could be okay - and Tiger is trying to hold onto that idea really hard. At least until Wakana drops her key into the water in her panic, and Xanxus casually gives up.

What do you even say to that? What do you do? What do you do when you're literally about to die, and you don't even have the time to sort out exactly whose fault it is? He feels like he should be angry, like he should at least tell them both off before this happens, but he can't. Instead he just feels like crumpling inwards. Wishing that it could just happen faster instead.

He just feels...really small, in a way he doesn't understand. He feels like he wants his mom, or dad, or anyone...something he doesn't remember ever having.

He just looks at Xanxus, that laugh hurting more than anything else, and then to Wakana. And then he just looks at the water and whimpers.

[healyourheart]

Xanxus' laughing is the worst thing about this. Something about it makes Wakana snap.

She grabs at Xanxus, the closest thing there is to a visible "bad guy" in this situation. She never liked him, anyway. "Just shut up!" she screams, trying ineffectually to shove him beneath the water. "Shut up already!"

[variaboss]

She's not wrong about that. Not at all. If only Wakana knew just how right she actually was. This is some quality super villain shit right here. All he's missing is the large white cat.

And then he's grabbed and hauled right back into the water. You'd think Wakana would want to take care for the victim first, but it seems she'll save trying to be a hero until after.

Not that he'll let her. Sure, he goes down, but he also grabs her and pushes her down as well. If it's a water fight she wants, a water fight she's going to get. Complete with splashing her like their four and in a kiddy pool and not next to some drowning kid in a cage.

[tigermillionaire]

The water is starting to make it card for him to get any air - only the space at the very top of the cage's bend has any space for him, and even that is rapidly disappearing. He starts to choke out something to the other two - the two currently busy fighting each other in the water - but he stops. They aren't even paying attention. He would have though that, at least, if he was going to die here that at least there would be someone there with him. But there isn't really. There never has been.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles to no one in particular. To just everyone in general, he guesses. If he wasn't like this, then maybe someone would have actually cared when he died. Factually speaking, there are people that would, had they been here, but in the moment he's incapable of imagining it. He's really just messed everything up. "Please..."

The water goes over his head, and he reflexively struggles, despite the fact that he's known there's no point to it for a while now. It's the moment he's been dreading this whole time. He doesn't know what to do. There isn't anything to do, and all there is left is waiting for it to end.

And now...I'm going to die.

That thought rings through his mind, like a striking piece of deja vu. And suddenly, in those last moments, he remembers feeling like this before. He remembers a place dark yet filled with lights, and a hollow, piercing cold. He remembers hardly being able to breathe, and being scared in a way that make him feel so much smaller.

A tired, frozen little...sadsack.

In the real world, Tiger's fingers slip from the cage bars.