☆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

[gunslingerqueen]

"Go fuck yourself."

Look, she's done a good job of controlling herself. She didn't sob herself to death, didn't tongue fuck Richard's mouth out of gratuity, didn't fall to the ground in a catatonic state, either! Nariko was doing a good job of being together until she took in those words. The condescending words, the girl, the voice, all of it sets her blood on fire, it feels like she's going to split at her seams and it's scary how she had never felt so human and so alive and so strong before this moment.

"You pathetic, rotten, shit-eating pieces of scum! I'm going to rip your guts out and dye your goddamn clothes with them before I shove it all down your mangled throats!"

Nariko has lost control and it isn't pretty. There's a hysterical, livid ring to her usually pleasant voice and every single muscle in her body is taut, drawn up by an invisible string that seems to coil tighter with one, two quick seconds before she's bending, yanking off the heels she'd been wearing before her kidnapping. One flies off to the side but the tall, pointed end of the other is brandished in one hand while she makes an absolute beeline for Ms. Short Hair, screaming in some moderately deranged way.

It's something of a cop out, the heel will end up thrown at her and she's actually fully intending to dive right for Ms. Dark Hair. The guy .... Yeah, she's not so insane to try that, she's just nuts enough to think this won't horribly.

Or Nariko just doesn't fucking care. That's far more likely.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Usually, Luci is all about not touching/grabbing/manhandling anybody who doesn't ask for it (nicely or by being a dick). But given she's simmering calmly throughout this bullshit reveal, her thoughts are clear when she sees Nariko start to lose it. This can't end well.

They'd grabbed each other naked, it's probably alright if Luci extends that to preserving Nariko's face.

"Alright--" Luci weaves through those assembled and gets to Nariko just as she makes her lunge, hauling her back by her hips and letting Nariko fall back into Luci's arms. She picks the other woman up princess-style and starts walking her back to the group. "You've made your point, don't give them an excuse to knock one of your teeth out."

[gunslingerqueen]

Whatever sense of orientation she had is pretty much lost as Luci pulls at her. Flailing out of a natural desire to not only regain her footing and also get herself closer to their perpetrators she's wholly ungraceful for a good bit there. That the other woman can pull her up into that hold is kind of a miracle because Nariko squirms the whole way.

"Let me go!" She still throws the shoe, aiming for a face. "I haven't done shit until I see the light go out of their goddamn eyes!"

The only change now is that when she attempts to dive out of Luci's arms she's aware enough to try and avoid accidentally hurting an ally. She wasn't so out of it that she'd direct her anger at someone that couldn't possibly deserve it.

[interstellarnpcs]

The woman, apparently the ring leader (and lead singer of the band, if one recalls), laughs. It's a sudden bubble of a laugh, though, that seems to imply she's at least a little bit surprised by Nariko's sheer bloodlust.

"Well, now, tell us how you really feel," she quips, watching Luci try to tow her away. She's not at all threatened.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"Fuck!" Luci swears as she loses her handle on Nariko. She's not hurt, she's worried about Nariko hitting the pavement. But even if she's escaped momentarily, Luci is still convinced that if she doesn't stop her Nariko is going to get worse than a spill onto the pavement. Once the other woman has recovered, Luci gets in front of her, crouches down, and puts Nariko over her shoulder.

"Three of them, one of you-- cooler heads are better at math," Luci says as she wrestles to keep Nariko in check. She casts a withering look back at Predator's lead. "And you. I'm happy to let her down if you want to keep sniping at her, she's got the claws to do some damage."