Realistic or Modern Something Wicked This Way Comes: Carnival of Terror (group rp)

[H8becomesyou]

Vie:

The sun had set, it was time to move the carnival. Which it didn't take as much out of Vie as it use to. She had grown in power since she was a child. A gift from both her father and her mother. Her mother, was a white witch, good to the core. Vie's father? Vile to the core. And like her father she was too vile and evil. It was something that she loved about herself, something that she would never change. She walked along making sure that all workers and performs, as well as creatures and food vendors, were all in their homes and places. She could feel the evil that pulsed beneath the surface. She fed off it. Hela was by her side, as she walked. Her trusted guard dog, she stood to her waist. The tips of Vie's fingers slipped along the fur, smoke rolled off Hela. She had come, in her own way, to love Hela. But Vie could never truly love anyone, it wasn't in her. It never would be. Love changes a person, and she didn't want to change. Her love was the darkness, and forever would be.

Vie walked to the center of the carnival, the souls cried out, she loved the sound. It made her black soul sing. With Hela at her side, she stood beneath the moon, casting shadows. With a wave of her hand, candles appeared around her in circle. She flipped her hand palm up, a long black dagger simmered. Gripping the handle, she slipped it out of her hand. Her long black robe covered and pooled at her feet. Pulling back the arm of her robe, with the long blade of her dagger, she ran it along the pale skin of her arm. The bite of pain made her shiver. As she opened her eyes, blackness but there was a unnatural glow to her eyes. Her blood pooled, then started to move out along and around the ground, covering the whole carnival. The boarder made by a thick line of blood circled the carnival as a whole.

Hela:

Moments like these she hated. To sit and watch as the world changed from the dark dense woods, to the unnatural yellow. Creatures danced on the edge of blood, it made her hackles stand on end. They would try and get into the carnival, to rip those inside apart. She loved to kill the creatures that were strong enough to push through the strong line of magic. Hela paced like a caged animal. A low growl ever present, sending a warning to the creatures that they would see death. She welcomed it. Knowing that Vie would be just fine. She walked away from her, first she went to check on Ro. He had become a friend to her. The only one that ever understood her. He could read her very mind, which made things that much easier in the end. He is the one other person that she would protect. No others would she do that for. They could die and she wouldn't give another thought to them.

Padding over to where he stayed at, she checked all around. That is when a sickly smell, the smell of death hit her nose. Padding over to the edge of Ro's place, following the smell. A creature, looking as those it flesh hung off its bones. Blood weeps from its body. It was making its way slowly to Ro's. The sounds of Vie's chanting echoed around the carnival. This was a strong creature, it craved flesh and blood. Drool stringed from its large mouth, razor sharp teeth two rows of them filled its mouth. No one would ever hurt Ro or Vie, not while she was around. Without a second thought, she lunged at the creature. Toppling to the ground, her sharp teeth sunk into the flesh and bone of the creature. A loud scream filled with pain filled the air. Its nail sunk into her body. With teeth and claws she tore and ripped the creature. The fight lasted for a few moments, blood from Hela's body peppered the ground. Ro was safe that is all that mattered.

She sat on her hunches, a demon guard, always on alert. She would stay here until the move was done, unless Vie needed her. Which she more then likely wouldn't need Hela.

Vie:

The world shifted and changed, a world of the in between. No normal could live here, but she loved the in between. It was the fastest way to travel, jumping from one place to another, even over seas. That just took a little longer. But in the states it was very easy for her now. She let her powers, lift and carry the whole of the carnival. She could feel every black and twisted soul within. Knew if they slept or were awake watching from their homes. They knew better to come out at these times. They would answer to her if they stepped out of their homes. She wouldn't put up with anyone going against her rules. They would beg for death.

After 30 minutes to an hour. She felt where the souls were ripe for the picking. She grinned wickedly. This would be their new home for now. Let the fun begin!

 

[Corvid15]

Arha:

She watched from the shadows as Vie began her ritual. She liked moving from town to town, as each audience was always different. The monsters inbetween were fun too.

She lanced a smaller creature, around the size of a dog, with one of her clawed legs. Kicking it off unceremoniously, she sighed as they landed.

Where, oh where are we now? This'll be fun.

She continued to prowl, not finding any more creatures. She scuttled back along a strand of webbing to where Vie was finishing her ritual, landing the circus. Strands of web were hidden around the circus, it was easier for her to travel that way.

"Madame Vie? No more pesky creatures from the inbetween around. And, if I may, where are we now?"

 

[Lilith616]

Nyx: [Edited]

Nyx felt as the carnival started to move. A dark smile spread across her face. The ancient demon was glad. She needed more souls for the darkness to feed off of. Nyx had been with the carnival for centuries at this point. She had made a deal to ensure she could feed souls to the darkness. It was for her survival after all. She didn't seem to even leave her tent as the entire carnival moved. Instead, she sat at her table, playing with the tarrot cards. The shadow souls that had deteriorated to the point of mindless creatures, surrounded Nyx. They were her little pets. Of course most stayed in her realm, but she kept four around her. They reminded her of ink blobs, but with arms and legs that moved awkwardly. As the cards fell on the table, she smiled wickedly.

”Well Well Well, it would seem that the next stop will be a good one.” She laughed a bit. She had grown to love the little carnival. Though she just wanted to be released fully. She hated being bound to anywhere. At least it moved around. Still though.

Nyx muttered to herself, as she stood. She figured she would see where they were landing. And if any of the creatures of the in between had broke through. She had fought them time and again, though Vie and Hela usually had it under control. Still, once and awhile some would come near her tent. She was close to the back of the Carnival anyways. On the back border. Since she kept some of the souls, Vie's father made sure she was in the back. Let only the brave or foolish to find her tent. It worked for her, because it allowed her to attach her tent to not just the carnival, but her own world of darkness that forever traps her full strength.

She thought back to when she first came to the carnival. She didn't even know how long she had been here. Trapped here. She leaned back a bit as she felt the creatures. She, oddly enough, never had much issue. Though it could be that she had her own creatures. She didn't know, but her shadow creatures roamed her room. Four of them, all in the form of black cats. They are the size of a medium sized dog. These were once human souls. She loved her little pets. The others were bound to her world. She could only have her four. Her oldest ones. She had one jump up on the cushions beside her, and smiled. She had long since forgot their names. Well all but one, but she refused to acknowledge it. The spirits no longer knew anything but what their master wanted.

 

[A_Writer]

Elle hated it when the carnival moved. It wasn't even the physical feeling of it, though that in itself had taken some time to get used to. It was more so the atmosphere that came with it -- the world of the in between felt like pure chaos. Controlled chaos, maybe, because Vie always knew what she was doing and could control what was going on, but compared to her the rest of them were nearly powerless during the process. They couldn't stop it or slow it down, and though the others tended to enjoy the opportunity to prey on the creatures that existed in this inter-dimensional place, as dramatic as it seemed, Elle preferred to bundle up in her bed, press a pillow over her head, and wait for it all to be over. She would never admit that to the others, and would actually profusely deny it as she disliked the idea of seeming weak, but she wasn't like some of the others who preyed upon the idea of doing purely evil things. She had a few sadistic bones in her body; there was no way to claim that some of her actions stemmed merely from innocent boredom, but she couldn't be even remotely compared to some of the (literal) soul sucking demons that were bound to the carnival as well.

The carnival moved frequently and because they couldn't leave the grounds, the changes were less impactful than Elle made them seem, but she enjoyed the new scenery nonetheless. Even if the scene itself was rarely too much of a change, the people were always different. One thing that Elle had always been oddly fascinated with was the changes in technology and trends. Being trapped on carnival grounds for a couple hundred years meant that her exposure to all of it was fairly limited, so she took advantage of learning what the world was like from the poor souls that happened to step foot on their grounds. It was fun to learn little bits about them and the outside world that she had left behind, before they were killed, of course. Even if most of them were puny humans with no worthwhile skills or powers, they were more interesting than many of her co-carnival dwellers, if you asked Elle. Though they were anything but boring, Elle often claimed that that was exactly what they were.

While many of the others fed off of thinks like souls, or blood, or flesh, Elle needed food to survive. That was why once she felt the carnival had settled, and all of the blood curdling screeches, along with Vie's unmissable chant had subsided, she slipped out of her dwelling and quietly paced towards Ro's. Unlike some of the others, he had good taste in food, at least. As she approached his tent, she noticed Hela. The Hellhound was creepy to say the least, and Elle barely preferred her in her human form. For some reason, Rogue liked her, so Elle had to "try" to be nice. Then again, the fact that she was one of the creatures closest to Vie made it all the more necessary to resistant sending a ball of fire shooting her way just for the fun of it. Instead, she sent a wary glare towards her as she passed and entered Rogue's place without so much of a knock.

"You don't get creeped out, having her sit out there all the time spying on you?" she said, announcing herself with the brazen question.

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[The Pattern]

Jerry Jacobson wasn't exactly a stranger to the strange and even downright bizarre, but if he had seen the carnival move those short few hours ago to precisely where that mysterious man told him it would be, then he would certainly question himself. Thankfully for Jerry, his sanity wouldn't be tested or questioned quite yet as he would arrive at the carnival a few hours after it settled down. He would instead arrive rather uneventfully in his reliable old car. It was a beaten up and dusty/rusty blue thing and it had been Jerry's only vehicle throughout his whole life, it looked, smelled, operated and in general mimicked Jerry's own unpleasantness. Considering where he'll end up, the carnival might actually suit a man like Jerry nicely.

As the glorified wreck of a vehicle pulled up to the front entrance of the carnival under Jerry's guidance, the gloomy environment was something Jerry couldn't help but chuckle to himself about. The trailers, the tents, even the signs reminded him of his old circus despite the fact that this 'Carnival of Terror' as the central sign advertised had every corner, every wall and almost even every blade of grass as well as everything in between distorted in a barely noticeable and all the while disturbing manner. The carnival was for want of a better word off, and that was before the oppressive humidity and the smell of stale popcorn came into question, or better yet how despite all the lights the entire carnival was choked in a malevolent darkness. Every shadow was almost palpable and viscous as a living being with how opaque it was, as if the soil and shadows hosted a congealed mass of some indescribable substance no regular mortal could touch. But to Jerry that all seemed normal for some inexplicable reason, or at least unnoticeable. As Jerry looked up, he began to read what was on the other signs; a list of some of the performers and carnival entertainers. 'Behold Rogue's Gallery of Magnificent Beasts!' 'Visit Nyx's Tidings and Fortunes for a glimpse into your future!' 'Be astounded and horrified by the FREAK SHOW!' and so much more was written upon the signs on either side of the main entrance. The fonts seemingly changed every few moments, the words almost wobbled even although that might've been Jerry's poor eyesight. Oddly enough those advertisements seemed like the kind of one-liners and eye-catching phrases that Jerry would come up with. Huh, must be kindred spirits runnin' the place. Let's hope they're dumber then me or I ain't gettin' a cent outta this little trip.

Unfortunately for Jerry, he had parked his car within the bounds of the carnival, into Ringmistress Vie Barker's practically permanent clutches and in hunting distance of her more voracious and domineering staff. Although, Jerry certainly didn't know that when he drove in. If that wasn't bad enough, Jerry got out of what he had made his portable home and began to walk the grounds after just simply walking through the seemingly abandoned arches. To anyone who would see Jerry, he would seem overconfident and as if he owned the carnival itself when he walked, rather then the ghouls and monstrous members of the carnival. To the conman this place was just a trip down memory lane with a couple dollars at the end of it... Although in reality it would be an endless stay for him, a permanent residence amongst the strange and malevolent, both insidious and bombastic.

 

[koala]

Kjell Rangvaldtags: wicked A_Writer​

If there was one thing Kjell disliked about the Carnival of Terror, aside from the ringmistress and all the other witches that dwelled within it, it was Vie’s method of moving the place. The creatures that lurk within the realms were annoying to say the least. Though most were sentient enough to stay away, there were always a few stragglers. Hela, Vie’s most trusted guard dog who was capable of shifting into a more approachable form, generally did a good job at getting rid of those various life forms, but only if they were nearing the people she cared for; Kjell was not included on that list. Thankfully, most of the interdimensional creatures went for those more adept with the dark arts and with souls that rivaled the color of an onyx itself. However, Kjell found himself the target of a few throughout his time with the carnival. He lacked any sort of magic in him, but his very being was created from magic so dark and evil that he found himself the unfortunate exhibition to many. That was why something ugly had begun to creep it’s way over once the carnival had settled in its new, temporary, location.

“Leave.” Kjell ordered as he sat across an easel, a paint brush in one hand and a palette in the other. He’d been working on a new piece for the last month or so, but only half of the canvas actually had something on it. The man vampire had reached a deadend on the piece, but he refused to leave it be. There was no shame in stopping a project midway, yet Kjell was determined to complete it for a reason unbeknownst to him. Call it an artist’s pride or Kjell’s own stubbornness.

The dark being slithered closer, its long makeshift arms flexing forwards as it dragged itself along the ground. Kjell half-glared, half-sighed as he observed the thing before he was standing up in a blink of an eye. A loud thud erupted as Kjell squeezed the creature’s neck, it’s body flat against a trailer’s wall. The blonde let out a low, blood-curdling hiss as his eyes turned pure black, dark veins bulging under his pale skin. He repeated himself once more, but this time with the intent to kill. “I said leave.”

The creature let out an unrecognizable noise before wiggling itself free. It slithered back to whatever opening it came from. Kjell’s face returned to normal. He let out a deep sigh before running a hand through his feather-like hair. Moves always made him hungry, but now he was hungry and agitated. The last thing he wanted was to be disturbed while working on a painting, yet that was exactly what happened. With a growing hunger and his mood beginning to waver, the man was well aware that he needed a quick fix, or he’d end up locked in some magical cage until his pains subsided; that was the last thing he wanted.

Seeing as the humans were the only ones that needed real food, they were usually the ones that dealt with the animals too. However, Kjell understood that not all animals could be fed on, especially after draining them dry a few times when he tried to hold off his hunger. That usually left an irritated group of humans and some animals fearful that they would be next. It was almost pitiful that Kjell couldn’t just feed on them all, but the animals were needed and Kjell was one of the more reasonable beings out there. He at least wanted to maintain a neutral relationship with everyone so he didn’t have to deal with drama.

“Is there anything to eat?” Kjell asked as he suddenly appeared outside Rogue’s dwellings, a gentle gust of wind following his path. He noticed Elle and offered a courteous nod and smile.

“Good evening, Elle. You haven’t gotten yourself in any trouble lately, have you?” His voice was deep and smooth like velvet, eyes flickering from hazel to black as he focused on having a conversation versus his hunger.

 

[wicked]

Rogue was feeling out of it today. He didn't know which of his symptoms were most annoying: the headache that had been following him around for a few days, the general sense of lethargy he felt, or the incessant sense of irritability, but needless to say, he wasn't in the best mood. While Ro wasn't incredibly warm or anything to begin with, he was usually a friendly guy, and he did see many of his fellow carnival employees as being his family. He felt protective over some of them, loyal towards others, but all in all, he got along with most of them. That was why when he wasn't feeling great, like now, he preferred to isolate himself. He didn't enjoy snapping at people or being nasty; at least not when they didn't deserve it. Typically, when he was required to interact in such a mood, he did his best to fake positivity, but sometimes that was tiring in itself.

The outside noises of the chaos of the carnival moving were dulled out to him. He was too used to it by now to really be phased by it, and even though a lot of the creatures that they interacted with during that transition were dangerous, he was lucky that he didn't really have to worry. One of his closest companions, Hela, nearly had Ro indebted to her with how closely she looked out for him during that time. He always made a point to thank her, but he usually waited a while before emerging from his trailer until things really calmed down. While others found the relocation to a new place to be exciting as there was much to explore, and new people to be seen, Ro disliked that energy for some reason. He often waited until everyone else had calmed down before slipping out of his trailer too.

Luckily for the ones who had headed over to his trailer, food was probably the answer to curing him of this ill mood. He hadn't eaten in a while and as one of the few humans in the carnival, he was one of the ones who was actually affected by that. "Nope, I'm actually hoping she picks you off one day before you can get in here to bother me," Ro answered, a natural smirk forming on his face as he addressed Elle, who had invited herself into his trailer. He liked Elle. She could be annoyed and impish, but she had a little sister vibe to her that he missed from his biological family. Even if she was technically hundreds of years older than him, he embraced the big brother role with her because she needed someone keeping an eye on her.

In the open doorway, Kjell appeared just outside, asking about food. Kjell was another one that he liked. He wasn't really problematic (at least to Ro), and he was good company. Pulling himself off of his bed, he only had to take a few steps to exit the trailer with them. "I don't know, but I could go for something to eat too. Either of you feel like cooking, or should we bother Dominique and get her to make us something?" he suggested, the smirk still ever present. Glancing over at Hela, his smile softened. "Wanna come grab a bite with us before things start getting crazy? Elle was hoping you'd sit next to her," he teased.

koala A_Writer H8becomesyou Ari

 

[A_Writer]

"Nothing too exciting," Elle said, shaking her head in response to Kjell's question. It was true - though she got into trouble on a daily basis, nothing extraordinarily exciting had happened lately. Elle was craving it, but the opportunity hadn't presented itself lately.

His expression of hunger wasn't something that she felt could relate to hers because he was a vampire. A weak, little vampire, as she sometimes liked to describe him when he dared to speak poorly of witches. In reality, Kjell wasn't that bad, and he didn't seem predatory towards any of them, but could anyone with blood really trust someone with innate cravings for that blood? Elle was skeptical, though not to a point where it weighed on her heavily. Kjell had a sort of allure to him that again, Elle didn't trust very much, but was enticing nonetheless.

"What do you think would happen if I engulfed your body in flames right now?" she asked Kjell with a smile. He was the one who asked about trouble, and Elle was just curious...

She rolled her eyes at Ro's quip about hoping Hela would attempt to attack her one day. Elle was pretty safe against most creatures thanks to her single power of fire manipulation, but it wouldn't have been Hela that Ella would have been worried about in the first place, if she ever did need to attack the shape shifter. Instead, Elle knew that she would have had to be more scared about what Vie would do to her if she ever hurt Hela. They had a weird relationship, and Elle was certain she would be begging for normal torture over whatever Vie would do if that ever happened. So, while she talked a big talk against Hela sometimes (or most of the others, in general), she didn't really walk the walk. It wasn't that deep, anyway.

"Yeah, let's find her," Elle agreed, though she did glance towards Kjell momentarily, as she knew that he was a fairly decent cook as well. "I'm in the mood for pasta."

(mentions H8becomesyou koala wicked Ari )

 

[H8becomesyou]

Vie:

Slowly she brought down her hands, eyes opening slowly. It was done, they had made it to another place. She was excited to see what horrors was to come. And she knew that there would be many. For she knew every creature, person and thing under her control had a darkness. A darkness that she loved to see brought out in many ways. Licking her lips, the souls that would come her. Their screams would be music to her ears. Her demons raked at her skin, pushing. Wanting to come out and play. She would let them when the time came, not a moment before. Clamping down her control on them, they screamed and fought. But she wouldn't let them free.

A voice hit her ears, as she flickered her gaze down to the girl. Smoothing out her long robe. She spoke in a even smooth voice. "Good, I do hate them." She pondered the question but a little while. "We are but on the outskirts of what is called the Big Apple, New York City. Known as the city that never sleeps. Many, many souls are to be had." She smirked. Whipping her head around, she felt someone walk within the boarders of the carnival. "It seems we have a guest."

Hela:

Hela, could feel the moment the whole carnival came to resting. Laying just to the side of the entrance of Ro's trailer, waiting for when he would come out. Head resting on her paws, she saw Elle, a low growl rolled through her chest. Never really caring for the girl. Ro, seemed to like her, thought Hela couldn't figure out what he liked about her. The words of hit her ears, pushing herself up from the hard ground. Prowling she made her to the door. Upon hearing Ro, a thought rolled her mind. "Oh I would be happy too. And it will be fun." Her advances where stopped by a man. She huffed, spoiling on her fun. Rolling her eyes she turned away from the door, sitting on her hunches, ignoring most of the talk.

The noise of foot steps made her ears twitch. Standing she turned and saw the three of them come out. Padding over to Ro, she nudged his hand with her head, in greeting. "Good eve Ro." At his question, her hard gaze fell to Elle. Her lips pulled back showing her razor sharp teeth. "I shall come." Taking a step to Elle. "I'm rather hungry. She would fill me nicely Ro." Her tongue ran along her teeth. She had no fear of her. And Mistress Vie, wouldn't be to upset if the girl happened to go missing. Though she might just make Hela sick, but it would be worth it in the end. Hela stood in the path of Ro, she was hard to control when she wanted something. And at the moment she had her flaming blood red eyes on Elle.

Hela would never go after a vampire, the always tasted funny to her. They didn't have the warmth of blood that she wanted. Kjell, had nothing to worry about unless he stepped out of line and Vie told her to take care of it. She always loved when Mistress Vie threw her scraps, it was a treat for her. As she stared at Elle, she bristled. Something had changed in the carnival. The smell was different from those around her. Someone had entered. Drool dripped down in long strings, puddling on the ground. "Fresh meat has come. Time to feast!"

( wicked koala Ari The Pattern A_Writer Corvid15 )

 

[TerrorKitty]

Samantha stood outside and breathed in the new air. It was a new sight to behold, a large glowing city in the distance. She had heard of these, on this planet, there were many of them although, from her homeland, the city was the most elite and only for those most privileged. The Eye Empire, prospering off the backs of the hundreds of mining towns out in the wastelands of the world, digging for Demonite that gave the Eye it's wealth and power. Most of us didn't know what they even used it for, only that it corrupted everything it touched, leeching into the ground, the water, making the hellish landscapes we lived in. Fires from the mines were the most common catastrophes among many others. Samantha was actually wealthy and upper classed in the town of Blackwood but to see a city, even this oddly otherworldly one was incredible. The lights, the distant sounds. The tallest buildings silhouetted the sky it was something she'd never thought she'd ever see with her own eyes.

Samantha walked around on the new ground and knocked on Trixy's trailer door. The insane undead clown was a handful but that was what made her fun to be around. Samantha most certainly had a crush on the crazy carnie but never spoke up about it. Who knows how Trixy would react, everything was a blind jump with her, Samantha was sane enough to not pull that pin.

Not getting a response she walked over to Vie and Hela to welcome the new guests at the Carnival while also getting a moment to ask Arha for some webbing to make thread for more stitching. A lot of people meant a lot of beautiful lips to sew, a perfectly wonderful pastime.

H8becomesyou Corvid15 FTR

 

[General_warNpeace]

Lizbeth
In their tent Lizbeth found themselves waking from the trance they had been in as the sound of chaos outside reached their ears. The trance was the closest thing they got to sleeping like a human and was more a way to pass the time then anything else. Mouth opening in a imitation of a yawn they sat up from the wooden crate that acted as their bed. It resembled an unpainted coffin more then a bed, with soft blankets and pillow's to cushion them as they slept. Stretching their arms out needlessly Lizbeth finally acknowledged the noises from outside as they heard them start to die down. Vie must be moving the carnival again. Lizbeth personally prefer's her way of moving the carnival. It's much faster then the human way and the creatures that come through from the other realms are entertaining. Speaking of which...

A dark form was wiggling it's way into the tent, long limbs dragging it as it sought out it's next prey. It seemed a straggler got away from Vie and Hela's claws. It seemed to notice Lizbeth, though it lacked a nose or eyes, and began moving toward them. It was slow, too slow, and couldn't escape fast enough. Feeling leftover darkness from the dream/memory simmer under their skin, Lizbeth began to hum and two of the many doll's that hung by the tent walls began to move, The strings holding them unraveled and they fell, clattering to the floor in a heap of joints. The creature seemed to notice them, but not fast enough, as they attacked the creature and started to tear at it. It's screeching was music to their ears as it tried to fight back, but any wounds it landed on the doll's went ignored, and slowly the creature's attacks grew sluggish. Finally taking pity on the poor creature Lizbeth waved and the doll's stopped their attacks, collapsing to a heap on the ground, and allowed the creature to crawl their way out of the tent. Lizbeth always made sure to keep a few doll's around that were still full of their victims energy in case they needed an emergency food supply or for this reason right here.

Feeling the darkness under their skin go dormant, satisfied with the violence, Lizbeth finally pulled themselves from the pile of blankets and pillows and started getting ready to face whatever waited them outside. I wonder where we landed this time, hopefully someplace we haven't been before. It would be nice to see a new view. Even if I never leave the carnival. Deciding on their usual attire of a button up and slacks Lizbeth finally exited their tent.

The first thing they noticed was a glowing city in the distance. It wasn't the first one they had seen but it was the largest. They couldn't even see the stars through the halo of light around the place. I guess that's is sorta new. Smiling they began looking around the carnival and saw some of the other employees walking around. Some were by Rogues trailer, Hela included, and they began contemplating on joining them to see what was going on.

 

[Lilliana2]

Lily

Lily had seen the lights and tents pop up from a distance. It wasn’t horribly far from her suburbs but she knew she’d never get the chance to see those lights up close. They fascinated her along with the idea of the simple freedom to enjoy a carnival. She’d read about them in her books the bright colors, the loud noises, the food, the rides and the fun characters she wanted to see it all but her parents would never allow it. She turned to Whiskers sitting in the window lily sat on the couch next to her and pet her only real living companion until she purred like a car engine. Whiskers eyes never left the carnival lights as if she was drawn to them as well.

“I know you hate being trapped here, me too.” Lily mumbled as she saw her mom walking to the door arms full of groceries. She knew what would come next her mother would demand she put all the groceries away even though she’d just finished cleaning the entire house her parents never clean organized or cooked. They were strict but their own lifestyle was full of lavish parties and disappearing for weeks on end only to come home to complain about their daughters failures till she locked herself away in tears. She hated her life.

“I’m home!” Her mother announced as she flung the door open “come give me a hand with all these bags!”

Lily was still lost in thought staring out the window when a paper bag slipped from her mother’s arms, the beer bottles shattering inside as soon as it hit the ground. Her mother flew into a fury dropping the rest of the bags Lily quickly jumped up. “Look what you made me do you stupid arrogant useless cow!!” Her mother screamed as she picked up a jar of spaghetti sauce and hurled it at her daughter she missed her but the jar shattered next to Whiskers sending the house cat flying out the front door. Lily stood for a second in shock not sure whether to help pick everything up to appease her mother or run after Whiskers. “I knew we never should’ve gotten you that ugly cat!” Her mother yelled and with that Lily was out the door tearing off after her beloved pet she hadn’t even had the time to put shoes on and she could feel the pavement bruising her feet but she ran nonetheless. She finally caught up to the cat who was sitting at the entrance of the carnival. It was darker than lily had thought it would be and gave her chills down her spine she tried to call Whiskers but she sat at the entrance and even though Whiskers was just a house cat in they moment she looked wise sitting there but she had a feral look in her eyes like a lion that no longer wished to be caged she disappeared into the carnival. Lily without a second thought ran in after her the bell on her bracelet jingled an innocent beckoning tune into the dark creepy atmosphere as she was swallowed but by the carnival.

 

[FTR]

Trixy​

As the others made ready for operation, Trixy was doing what she did best; be up to no good.
Singing Tili Tili Bom and coated head to toe in gore, much her own, Trixy absentmindedly wandered back to her, pulling a radioflyer along the ground.
In these times between, the carny liked to play with the creatures that entered the grounds as trespassers. While her peers had a more pest control approach to them, Trixy treated it as a game, exhanging mortal wounds with the monsters.
This time she'd managed to dismember one of the beasts from in between and load it onto a little, red wagon. Particularly grotesque, the thing had already been covered in its own viscera when it arrived, blood and flesh dripping and hanging from it. She had it blindfolded and tucked into the radioflyer like a little cot.
She hadn't alotted herself time or interest to change and as a result was barefoot and wearing a carnival merchandise crop top and red knee-length shorts. Both as cut up as the flesh beneath them. She'd likely need help from Samantha to help the wounds along.
Her singing turned to humming as she noticed Vie doing her rituals and some of the others gathered around. Trixy dropped the handle to the wagon and pranced up to the group, pouncing into the center of them.
She smiled her twisted smile at everyone individually and then leaned in close to Samantha to speak.
"Psst, hey..." she whispered.

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As Jerry wondered around near the entrance to the carnival and began to notice more and more about his surroundings, he became increasingly disturbed. Weirdly enough he wasn't disturbed by the slight distortions that marked every inch of the carnival, nor by the shifting darkness that loomed and lurked, almost choking everything beyond the boundaries of the nearest light or even by how dark the twilight appeared to be in comparison to what it was like outside the carnival but rather how eerily similar this place was to his old circus. The advertisements and notices for some of the more shoddily and haphazardly put-together rides were similar as was the condition of said rides and a few of the stalls around, the supposed budget-cut-choices and even the faded stains of some unidentifiable substances that practically sterilized patches of grass all reminded the conman of his former workplace. Jerry definitely wasn't impressed by the place though, to him it seemed run down and neglected, nigh on outdated even when he noticed a few old rides.

Then he noticed something rather significant, blood beneath and around a battered old bench beneath a flickering string of multi-coloured lights strung from one wooden post to another far off in the distance and beside a long-abandoned cotton candy stand. Red to blue, blue to green, green to yellow, to purple, to red again, to green and so on as the randomised flashes of colour illuminated the bench. Beneath the red the blood was invisible, beneath the blue it stood out, beneath the green it was obvious, the yellow and especially the purple diminished how the deep red droplets stood out starkly from the shrivelled brown grass, the greyish dirt and the off-white, lifeless oak of the bench. The long-dried blood had seeped deep into the wood of the bench and onto some blades of grass, as if someone or something had been mauled open upon it some time ago. There was no body obviously, no chunk nor giblet or any other trace of the life extinguished upon it then the blood. But there was an outline, a clear human-shaped patch on the bench which was dry and clear of any blood, fresh or faded. Jerry's little investigation of the bench definitely had him on edge, he never saw blood other than his own in his life, and people only vanished from his circus, they never died in the bounds at least when he was in charge.

After investigating the bench, Jerry hurried on a bit away from the bloody bench. While he wasn't heading towards the group of peckish carnival employees, he was going deeper into the carnival in an attempt to find out where any potential cash would be stored for a quick bit of thievery and an even quicker getaway after. If only he knew how impossible his plan was.

 

[Corvid15]

Arha:

She skittered back to her web, giving a wave at everyone gathering. She had most of her trailer covered in webs, her bed. The rest was normal storage space, modified for her convenience.

She settled down for a moment, rebraiding her hair. Feeling two tugs on one of her strands of web, she rose.

As security, she had strands of web laid out like tripwires, so she could sense all around the carnival. This one being by the entrance. She climbed out of her trailer, the door modified aswell to fit her spiderlike body.

She also had webbing between posts, for ease of her transport. It was hard for her to move around when it was crowded, due to her size.

She spotted two humans, one chasing after a housecat. One: a young girl, no a teenager, pale, with almost a smile of freedom on her face. The second was a repulsive, rotund man, sleazy. She did not care for his type, the kind that would do anything for money. He seemed to own the place, which she hated. Ringmistress Vie owned the place.

She dropped from her web, currently hidden, before walking out of the shadows, adressing the two humans.

"Welcome, to the Carnival of Terror!" She spread all four of her arms, gesturing around her.

She smiled to the humans, directing it at the man. She hated men, especially the ones like him where they seemed so black at heart, they would fit right at home.

As security, having worked as such for many years, she could tell something was off with the man. She made sure to flash her fangs to him, and delighted in the fact that: no matter how scared he was, he couldn't leave. He would be hers, maybe a nice addition to her web.


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[TerrorKitty]

Samantha watched quietly as people started to pass by just beyond the entrance to the Carnival with interest, her blue eyes brightening just a bit. Taking a handkerchief to wipe the blood spilling from her cheeks as Trixy popped up beside her, covered in the blood and innards of abyssal creatures, as well as cuts and scrapes. This made Samantha chuckle slightly though it's unclear if it was sarcasm or amusement. "Trixy Trixy Trixy, my my, you've been busy it seems." She said softly wiping some of the fluids off the undead with her handkerchief before it burst into flames and vanished into smoke.

Grabbing Trixy's hand and pulling her to the side, the smoke from the burnt cloth following them and flowing into a needle as she pulled it out of a small pocket, causing the sharp object to glow red hot. "You really are troublesome. You should take care to be presentable for the guests." She murmured as thread found its way into the eye of the hot needle while Samantha began to work on closing any open wounds on Trixy with precision and speed. Closing sutures with impeccable skill, the doll-like girl was finished quickly and put her tools away.

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[The Pattern]

The wrong impression of the situation suddenly dawned on Jerry as the alarming arachne Arha apparently appeared out of nowhere, again due to Jerry's poor eyesight. The arrival certainly startled the conman as he rather quickly jumped around to see the peculiar spiderfolk, he may have also yelped in surprise and briefly looked like a mildly perturbed moose. Wait a minute, this ain't the normal carnival... It's one of those damned gimmicky places! Carnival of Terror, this sudden weird robot thing, the run down attractions, the bloody bench with the flickering lights! This place is a horror park! How the hell didn't I realise that as soon as I saw the damned sign... Oh damn it there's gonna be a few jump scares I can tell already... Jerry turned around and walked a few steps closer to Arha, trying to make out what she was. Before he took another step however, Arha's fang bearing suddenly convinced him to stay a reasonable distance away.

"'Scuse me! You one of those doohickeys programmed to answer questions or sumthin'? If so I'd like to know where I could find a map of the joint." Jerry addressed Arha, under the impression that the spider creature in front of him was just some kind of animatronic or carnival employee in a fancy disguise. Although, Jerry couldn't help but notice how this supposedly animated segment of decoration was very lifelike from what he could tell. To Arha, Jerry seemed oddly similar to Vie's father, the rather ugly conman was undoubtedly not the old ringmaster but there was something indescribable that both men share and they even sounded fairly similar.

Jerry also happened to notice Lily as she walked in, after having Arha bear her fangs at him. Seems like I'm not the only visitor... Wait. This is one of those places where rich teens go to waste money for an adrenaline rush ain't it? Hell this place must be rollin' in cash and idiots who don't keep an eye on their wallets at the right time... Damn, whoever's behind this place is a genius.

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Arha:

She chucked to herself at the man, a deep, almost demonic clicking sound as her mandibles clicked together.

Her mandibles clicked, resembling a disapproving tutting sound.

"My, my. What manners you have!" She raised both her left arms in a mock faint.

She climbed up a nearby pole, onto a strand of her webbing, hanging upside down. She kept all of her eyes trained on him, unblinking.

"I know your type. A conman. No matter where you go, you just want to line your pockets. The way you were looking around... carnival owner? Fits you well enough, greasy enough for it. The late Ringmaster was so much better than you."

She caught herself going on a tangent, shaking her head.

"But I am security here. Make ONE wrong move..."

She punctuated her statement by dropping from her web, not only landing on her feet, but piercing through a glass soda-bottle. Not crushing, piercing straight through it. She lifted her 5th leg, grabbing the bottle in one of her hands, before breaking it in her insect-like mandible.

Purposefully leaving his map question unanswered, she scuttled back up the pole onto her webbing. Crawling upside down to where Lily was, and dropping a map infront of her feet. The map wasn't correct, but some parts of it were. Keeping her eyes trained on the man the entire time.

"You looked a bit lost miss. Hope it helps."

While the map wouldn't be the most helpful, it was more of a "f you" gesture to the conman.

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She hadn’t been running for very long when a spider looking creature dropped in front of her. Lily jumped with fright as she jumped in front of the man piercing the bottle. She’d always loved spiders but and this woman was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Lily froze with fear. She felt herself unable to move the world closing in around her. She watched the exchange unfold Lily glance at the man even though he was a human and fairly normal looking she felt a tinge of disgust towards him her emotions were a bit occupied with the spider woman but she could still tell the man was sleazy. She shook with fear but tried to focus on her breathing and trying to appear calm. She was offended by this mans mannerisms maybe I can be in her good graces with good manners. When the woman dropped the map in front of her Lily picked it up and then looked up at her trying to appear brave.

“Thank you Madam.” Lily bowed her head slightly and rose it again to the beautiful horrifying creature “could you please do me one more favor? If you find my cat could you please return her to me I would greatly appreciate it” Lily was grilled with fear but tried to keep eye contact with the woman. She was always taught that eye contact was a form of respect she hoped her mother’s lesson was true.

 

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Arha:

She was amused by the young girl. Well, young to her, the girl was a teenager. And Arha never bothered to count her age, but she's been around before Vie.

She nodded, and scampered back up her webbing. She looked out over the park, seeing the cat peering around Trixie's trailer. Not exactly a good place for a cat to be.

Dropping down, she scooped up the cat before it could see her. Holding it in her lower set of arms, and pettng it with her top set, she walked back to the girl.

Handing the cat back, who seemed reluctant to leave the four arms that were all giving him scritches, she gave a smile to the girl (as sweet a smile she could give).

"Here you are. And I am Arha. If you need me, give the webbing a tug. I'll feel it."

She turned to leave, a single tear escaping one of her eyes. She did not want to kill the girl. She was one of the few that was good, she could sense it. She had a sense for these things. She had tried to ask Nyx about it, but never got an answer.


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Samantha curtsied at Trixy. "Come find me when you've cleaned up and gotten dressed for our guests." She said almost annoyed at Trxies sloppiness when it came to appearances. While murder and wild horrific grandeur were fun, scaring humans from actually showing up wasn't acceptable. Luring them in, making them feel welcome, and then...Well who knows what will happen to them, death? Torture? Losing their humanity as some of the carnies who now reside her have? Who knows, but it's much more fun if they're unaware of their impending doom. Walking backward before twirling around and heading over towards the new Humans. "Thank you Arha for assisting out patrons, I'll see this one to some activities she may enjoy before the big event. Would you please begin the setup for my act? I believe I'm on this time." she said to Arha as she guided the human girl and her cat away towards some booths and vendors.
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As she walked away, a wallet fell from...Somewhere, with wads of cash sticking out, although besides money, inside was a myriad of cockroaches, ants, and millipedes, more than should even be able to fit in such a small object. As well as a ticket for the main show; It sparkled gold and had writing on it promising a cash prize for every participant because of course, every trap needs bait and sharks always bite with blood in the water.
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"Don't be afraid Miss, this is a wonderful place to be, especially on opening night," Samantha said in a very soothing and beautiful voice as she subtly forced the girl forward. Deeper into the fair, farther from the entrance which no longer existed for her. "Some things here may be frightening, of course, as all carnivals seem to have that air, but this I assure you. You're going to have a pleasant time." She finished speaking while taking a stick of bright red cotton candy from a rack and handing it to the girl before petting the cat "What a cute little pet you have here." She beamed, her eyes, her beautiful blue glowing eyes, shining down into the humans own.
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Lily

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Lily was overjoyed when Arha returned Whiskers her previous fear melted away. The webs no longer worried her in a way they were comforting knowing if she needed help she could just give them a tug. She petted whiskers and looked around confused on where to go next she glanced at the sleazy man Arha clearly didn’t like him and she felt that the spider was probably going to end up being a better friend than him.

A woman suddenly approached her she smile was frightening but her eyes were beautiful. She gave Lily cotton candy and petted whiskers so surely she was friendly after she had removed her hand lily set the cat on the ground now that she was so spoiled she would happily follow her owner around or come when she called. As scary as the carnival was the cat seemed calmer here then she ever did in the house like she was happy to belong. Lily decided this woman must be friendly even with the spooky face all the carnivals in the books were fun. So she happily followed Samantha further into the carnival.

“Her name is Whiskers and I’m Lily.” She informed her “I’ve never been to a carnival before so I’m not sure where we should go next.” Lily could feel herself getting pulled into her eyes they were hypnotic and almost inhuman.

 

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Lizbeth decided against joining those gathered around Rogue's trailer and started to walk around. Already there were people attracted by the lights of the carnival. Some swarmed the entrance, as though daring one another to enter. Many mortal's were sensitive to the carnival's darkness but there were the thrill seeker's or the ignorant or the one's that shrug the feeling of trepidation away. Most children were so pure of heart they didn't even notice it. The sight of the mortals at the gate's brought back a memory of when Lizbeth was first learning to hunt. Still getting used to having a different body and the mindset of a mortal child.

Mama's old dress hung off my thin frame and gathered at my feet. I had to pick it up every time I walked so was glad to be sitting. I watched in fascination as the crowds around the gate grew and grew. I could hear the laughter of children from within the crowd and caught glimpses of them running between the adults. I felt a sense of yearning to go play with them but then I would look down at my hands and arms that were long and foreign looking and knew I couldn't. The temptation still lingered in the back of my mind and I was glad when Mama joined me. Armed with her sweet ruby smile and some cotton candy. I was still getting used to eating for the flavor and not for the need.

Her melody replaced the temptation and soothed the prickling strangeness that seemed to stay settled in my limbs. As we sat there and shared the sweet treat Mama began teaching me how to hunt. Pointing out the best prey from the crowd, most where children with fine clothes but a few were adult's that lingered on the edges and reminded me of the darker carny's, those mean and violent just for the heck of it. I stayed away from them as they reminded me of childhood nightmares. In the back of my mind doubt and trepidation started to grow, reminiscent of my mortal life. Looking up at Mama as she explained the finer point's I realized her smile was beginning to change as she talked. The sweetness of it growing until the cotton candy on my tongue tasted burnt just from looking on it.

I no longer had an appetite.

Blinking, Lizbeth found they had wandered closer to the gates. A few of the mortals noticing them and edging closer, toeing the line. Shaking their head Lizbeth turned and headed away from them, they didn't feel like eating right now. Lizbeth noticed a girl and a white cat following Samantha through the carnival and almost felt pity for the girl. She gave off an air of loneliness and reminded Lizbeth of themselves as a child, before Mama and the carnival. Alas the girl had the misfortune of stumbling into the carnival and there was little chance that she would make it out alive so Lizbeth forced themselves to ignore the feeling of pity and continue on. Hand reaching out they trailed their fingers over some strings of webbing from Arha, it felt like silk and they made a note to talk to her about using some webbing on their dolls.

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[TerrorKitty]

"Oh my dear, there is much to do here. Though the main attraction will take place in the Big Top Circus Tent later, but for now, why not a ride on the Carousel, everyone needs to ride one at least once in their life." Samantha added not looking away from the girl's eyes. "Lily and her cat Whiskers. You two seem very close. With some thread, you two could be much closer. You know how cats like their yarn." She added before hastily pulling Lily through the various parts of the carnival to the large and extravagant carousel with large ornate decorations and the horses looked incredible. Large and of all colors and breeds. Some looked too life-like if it weren't for the sheen of polished wood. "Oh and take this, my dear," She said shoving a golden ticket into the girl's hand before guiding her up onto one of the horses. "Don't worry about your mother. She won't bother you ever again." She added in an almost whisper as the ride began. The classic music filling the air as the ride sped up, faster and faster until the world was a blur. It seemed to go on forever. Minutes passed. Yet the girl remained on the ride. Stuck, her butt stuck to the horse which whinnied and snorted widely as the ride sped up even faster. An hour passes. Than two. The girl's pleas to get off going unheard. Three hours. Four hours. Ten hours. An entire day. Three days. They stretched on and on. Faster and Faster. A week. Two weeks. A Month. Five. A year. Years. Until suddenly the horse screamed in agony as the entire ride erupted in fire. Giving Lily a sweet release of death from her never-ending torment.

The ride slowed.

The girl blinked

The girl forgot.

And Samantha stood waiting, holding Whiskers in her arms, smiling wide, which only made her cheeks bleed bright red.

"Now wasn't that fun? There's so much more to enjoy."

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Trixy had let herself be whisked away and tended to by Samantha, though had been made forget what she was going to tell her when Samantha tenderly chided her for being unprepared.
"Oh pish posh, lialechka!" she responded, facetiously, playfully swatting at Sam's shoulder. "I am always ready. This will be a new act!..sideshow?....something like that..." she continued gesturing to the wagon, trying to excuse herself though obviously being unsure of her own motives.
"It will be Trixy and Kulbaba!" she said excitedly, feigning to trace a sign saying just that.
Her moving around didn't help Samantha's work but, besides her skill, she had by now gotten used to weaving around Trixy's constant fidgeting; though, sometimes still needing to give her a quick jab of negative reinforcement should she get too wild. Her doll coworker made it clear she expected her to get ready and be quick about it, but Samantha's pleasant demeanor had never been good at lighting a fire beneath her butt, so she nodded enthusiastically "Ok!" But, when it came time to move, Trixy became distracted by the attendees flooding in.
As the patrons made their way past, she hovered behind Sam and the others, giggling to herself as she thought about what was to come and making wacky and vulgar faces and gestures to passersby. Her visage made some smirk, others laugh and several seem visibly uneasy. All of these reactions were welcomed by the carny. The only thing she disliked from her patrons was indifference and derision in excess.
After a few more moments, the gears in her head made an abrupt rotation and told her to go ahead and make ready. With a hop and a skip she picked up her wagon and trotted to her trailer. It was situated at the bottom of a small hill, a burm, and this allowed her to jump onto the wagon and skate down to her domicile.
Just before making contact, Trixy front tucked off of the wagon and onto the ground, moving towards her door with a bit of tumbling. The radioflyer ramed under her trailer with a crash as she walkover'd to a stop at her door. "You just stay put while I get ready." she said after her dismount, wagging her finger at the thing under her trailer.
The inside was a mess, as usual. The floors covered in clothes, knick knacks and debris. Trixy looked about, took a deep breath and twirled into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Soon her humming started back up, which turned to singing and then to playing percussion on the walls of her shower.
She rollicked out of her bathroom and sat at the vanity mirror to continue her routine. Trixy liked to air dry, using the towel to wrap her hair instead.
By now she'd become a master at making up her face and even with the layers required to complete her look she moved remarkably fast.
It wasn't long at all before she was done and walking to her closet.
As she opened the door piles of clothes spilled into the already messy room. A singular outfit hung on the rack as the others were strewn about. It was her costume, her uniform, a white clown suit complete with all the customary frills and big, fuzzy, red buttons.
The fabric was clearly worn but surprisingly was free of any large staining.
She quickly became the clown, fitting her shoes and gloves last.
With boot to her front door, she boisterously jumped out of her very humble abode and raced up the hill and back into the action, giggling mad the entire way.
Weaving through the guests, Trixy's secondary method of travel, behind bipedal, was tumbling. It always worked to amuse and gave her an outlet for all of that energy.
She came to find Samantha had gone and decided to go off in search of her. She used it as an opportunity to interact more whimsically with the visitors, playfully asking them if they'd seen her friend and shouting her name as she made her way across the parade grounds.

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