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Post by Sunao on Jul 9, 2011 19:22:45 GMT -8
(Set some time after the events of Unfortunate Souls, after Sheik/Hyde/Beetlejuice/Neyla/Colette/Griffin ETC @____@ have moved on.
/didn't realize there were that many people
For caged members only, exceptions if we invite certain characters.
Excuse my lame post-eleven title.
suck. vampire. geddit?
Also I have work tomorrow and it's late, I'll put my intro up tomorrow.)
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Post by Sunao on Jul 10, 2011 16:28:11 GMT -8
It felt like his head had been pumped up like a balloon and released, empty and shapeless as rubber. Then run over.
By a half-ton dump truck.
"Uuuuugghh...."
Sunao lifted a hand to his forehead, knees curling up ever so slightly as he pressed a cool palm to his forehead. "What was... I feel..." Really, really dizzy.
Trying to push himself up only made it worse the boy realized, dropping back to the ground and rolling over to stop the spinning sensation, hands over his eyes. "Nnnggh...."
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Post by Dr. Frank-N-Furter on Jul 10, 2011 18:03:40 GMT -8
Apparently, the doctor was not alone in here after all. Sounds of pain elsewhere in the tent alerted Frank-N-Furter, forcing him to crane his neck from his spot on the floor of the cage. The cage beside him had some sort of shadowy figure inside, and he strained his eyes through the dark to try and see them.
He hadn't been in here for long, only having been tossed inside this cage for an hour or two. He'd forced himself into a fitful sleep in that short time, but the sounds had woken him up out of fear, if nothing else. The poor creature was obviously in pain...but Frankie really couldn't feel much sympathy at the moment, considering the fact that practically everything hurt from what they'd done to him earlier.
"W-Who's there?" He whispered, backing away from the side of the cage. Whoever he was sitting next to, he only hoped that they wouldn't be as brutal as the one who'd changed him before.
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Post by Mina Murray on Jul 10, 2011 18:07:02 GMT -8
"I am." Mina whispered back hoping not to alert any of the circus workers that she was speaking to another cast mate. "Are...are you new? I don't recognize your voice at all."
She moved closer trying to get a look in the darkness at this mans mutations. God she hoped it wasn't bad, she hated seeing the look on peoples faces when they realized what had been done to them.
"I'm Mina Murray...who are you?"
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Post by Dr. Frank-N-Furter on Jul 10, 2011 18:18:47 GMT -8
Another voice? This person sounded different than the one making those horrible pained noises. It sounded more...feminine.
"I...don't recognize yours either, love," Frankie whispered back, hoping that no one would hear him. Pausing, he tried to think of how he should introduce himself. He couldn't just say his name; who knew who this person could be, after all. If they were working for U.F.O., then he would probably be in for worse than he'd already gone through. Hell, these people could be working for them, for all he knew. That would certainly explain the torture techniques used.
"Frank. Call me Frankie," The doctor at last settled upon. "What...is this place?"
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Post by Mina Murray on Jul 10, 2011 18:23:35 GMT -8
"It's called the Dark Woods Circus, Frankie." Mina said sitting down trying to think how to explain it. "We..we're all attractions and preformers here. Forced by the Ringleader and the workers to preform and..." She bit her lip unsure how to go on.
What could she say? You're a mutant now and probally a horrible frighting freak of nature. That there was no chance of escape that they were all better off dead.
"And I don't know where that is. I just woke up here in this cage. Altered."
She paused hoping she wouldn't have to show herself to him to get her point across.
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Post by Sunao on Jul 10, 2011 18:25:59 GMT -8
Sunao blinked as voices floated into his head, and he pulled his hands away from his face. Was something happening...?
"What's that?" He wanted to say, but the muffled noises, the snuffling and growling that his muzzle transformed them into, made Sunao wince. No one had taken it off. Right.
Slowly, carefully, the boy sat up, keeping his eyes closed. Every move had to be deliberate lest the dizziness return again and send him back to the floor. Sunao squinted against the dark into the cage beside him, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted. Using his clawed hands to pull himself, the pink-haired boy pulled himself to the side of the cage, the metal that served as his claws creating a screech against the floor.
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Post by Dr. Frank-N-Furter on Jul 10, 2011 18:33:08 GMT -8
Frankie's eyes widened slightly, then narrowed in confusion. So, it wasn't the government that had brought him here? Just some strange "ringleader" running a circus attraction?
"So...you're telling me," he said angrily, his breathing picking up with each word. "That the greatest scientist on this miserable planet...has been captured...by a sideshow act?!"
Suddenly, the doctor's attention was brought to the sound of something scratching against the floor, making him jump. "Who did that?" He whispered, a little on edge now after Mina's words.
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Post by Mina Murray on Jul 10, 2011 19:00:42 GMT -8
"That was probally Suano." Mina sighed still tasting the pink haired boys blood on her tongue as she breathed. "He has claws that make it impossible for him to move around without making some type of noise."
She chuckled then at Frankenfurters anger.
"Not just any side show, Frankie. Dark Woods Circus. Where nightmares are very very real. All your dreams can be acheived if your a customer and all your nightmares are true if you are a cast member."
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Post by Sunao on Jul 10, 2011 19:13:11 GMT -8
Sunao remained silent as the adults talked, managing to almost curl his hands around the bars separating his cage from the doctor's. He wished he could be quiet, really he did, but with his hands... Well, it was difficult to say the least. It wasn't as though he could ask for help either - all he could do was stare into Frankie's cage and hope that he would eventually come close enough for Sunao to direct him towards the buckles that kept his muzzle secured.
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Post by Dr. Frank-N-Furter on Jul 10, 2011 20:43:45 GMT -8
The doctor raised an eyebrow, unable to help but wince a little as he did. Whatever they'd done to the top of his head, it hurt like hell, even to do the smallest tasks such as this. Thinking back to Mina's mention of the word "altered," he cautiously reached up a hand to touch the top of his skull. Feeling something long and pointed, the doctor gasped, moving his hand further along the object.
"I...have....horns," he whispered, unable to help but raise his voice a little. "They...put horns on me." Glancing down upon himself, to see what other monstrosities they'd managed to attach to him, the doctor held back a startled yelp at the sight of two very hairy legs.
"What IS this?!" He said aloud, fear in his trembling voice as he lifted a hoofed leg against the side of the cage. What had they done to him???
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Post by Mina Murray on Jul 10, 2011 21:03:35 GMT -8
"Calm down, sir." Mina said calmly. "Getting upset will make it hurt more, believe me. When I woke up and found these wings I made the mistake of moving around. I was aching days later."
She tried to see through the bars to what was done to him.
"What is it...what do you feel?"
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Post by Len Kagamine on Jul 11, 2011 9:20:39 GMT -8
Len slowly awakened, having drifted into an uneasy sleep after the workers had left. He had the vague sensation of swimming up from a sort of underwater world of whcih he ddin't remember, and like Sunao, he fought back a wave of dizziness.
He blinked his bright red eyes-- which luminated the catacombs an eerie ruby color-- and sighed softly. His mind was surprisingly blank, and he really did not feel anything. Maybe it was the sleep still tugging at his eyelids, or maybe he was starting to get used to the pain, but whatever the reason, Len did not feel completely himself.
He noticed Sunao writhing in pain in the cage next to him, the adults' chatter becoming white noise among the scratchings. The light was faint, but he could see the muzzle wrapped tight around the pink-haired boy's head, and knew he was inevitably in pain.
"Do you need help...?" Len whispered softly.
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Post by Sunao on Jul 11, 2011 16:29:23 GMT -8
Pink eyes turned to the blond in the next cage, blinking slowly. Again Sunao made his way across the cage, each painstakingly slow move eliciting a small screech of metal on metal. As the boy drew close he nodded, drawing his legs up under him to kneel in front of Len. An imploring stare was directed at the cyborg, and one of Sunao's clawed hands came up to rest against a bar of his cage.
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Post by Len Kagamine on Jul 11, 2011 16:42:18 GMT -8
"All right. Just stay still for a minute."
It was hard to see his dull metal hands in the dark, even with the bit of light there was. Carefully he slipped his arm between the bars of the adjoining cage, and two cold hands gripped the leather straps of the muzzle.
"..."
As he fumbled around in the dark to find the buckle and pry the muzzle off, Len felt... what? He distinctly felt a warm prickle at his cheeks, and he was sure that if it were possible, his hands would be... shaking... no, they were. They were shaking. Something tugged at his stomach as he looked into the watery pink eyes of Sunao.
He disregarded it for the moment, focused intently on getting the muzzle off the poor rose-haired boy.
Soon the buckle was undone, and Len pulled his hands away from Sunao.
"There. I don't know why they insist on keeping that muzzle on you..."
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