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Mayfield Mods ([personal profile] mayfield_mods) wrote in [community profile] welcome_rpg2012-06-30 02:37 pm
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welcome to mayfield: day 2

[Day two of whatever this place is dawns bright and cheerful. Not much seems to have changed; the carnival is still standing, the town still empty of drones, the sky still bright blue and --

-- hang on, what was that? Did some sort of crack just appear in that patch of sky?

...oh, it's gone now. Must have just been your imagination. Anyway, there's no time to waste staring aimlessly at the sky, not when there's more friends showing up! Lucky there's more than enough food to go around, eh?]

OOC: If your character damages or affects the carnival or town in a noticeable and normally permanent way, please comment here.

OPEN! If your character was on the list of characters arriving on Day 1 or Day 2, they may comment here. All questions belong here.
commentboxtroll: (healthy dose of skepticism)

[personal profile] commentboxtroll 2012-07-01 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
You pick one and get a prize for whatever number is on the bottom of it.

[Caesar explains... from a safe distance away! Yeah, standing way back. Over here. She may have behaved the last two times they've met, but nothing is messing with anyone's personality anymore. Not here, at least.]
prideinbattle: (point)

[personal profile] prideinbattle 2012-07-01 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[She is pleased to see someone she knows. Maybe he can help. At least she's not alone anymore. Nothing bad has happened yet, but she's sure it will.]

Oh, I see. I pick that one. [She points at a yellow duck, then pulls out her gun and shoots it.]
commentboxtroll: why are so many of these not colored (mainly a catalogue of blunders)

[personal profile] commentboxtroll 2012-07-01 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Ohgodwhy. Caesar jumps at the sound of the gun.]

H-hey! You're not supposed to shoot it!
prideinbattle: (we'll see~)

[personal profile] prideinbattle 2012-07-01 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[It seemed like the most logical solution to her. Hiling goes up and picks the headless duck out of the water to examine it. The water is beginning to drain out of the tub and there's a bullet hole in the wall behind it. Who knows what else she hit.]

It says "6".
commentboxtroll: (most accurate all-purpose expression)

[personal profile] commentboxtroll 2012-07-01 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Can you put that thing away? You're going to hurt someone...

[There's no doubt. It'll happen eventually, he's certain.]

If you have a six, take whatever prize is labeled that number. Or any prize. It's not like people are actually running these things.
prideinbattle: (yay excited)

[personal profile] prideinbattle 2012-07-01 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[She ignores him in favor of looking at the prizes. A stuffed cat catches her eye. She smiles happily, pointing it out.]

I want that.
commentboxtroll: (the wise man flatters the fool)

...aaand plurk ate that one plurk but yes, yes that'd be cool

[personal profile] commentboxtroll 2012-07-01 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[And Caesar makes no move to do anything about this particular want.]

Yeah? Go for it.
Edited (subject liiine) 2012-07-01 03:28 (UTC)
prideinbattle: (all dressed up)

[personal profile] prideinbattle 2012-07-01 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps he needs some persuasion. She waves her gun at him, gesturing towards the prizes, with the implication that she'll use it if he doesn't do as she says.]

Go on.
commentboxtroll: (most accurate all-purpose expression)

[personal profile] commentboxtroll 2012-07-01 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[She has got to be kidding... no, no, of course she isn't. He doesn't move for a moment longer, wondering if he should try calling a bluff here, but he can't. All he has to do is remember how awful it was to be shot and he finds himself stepping forward.]

You know, this might be why you have no friends.

[He hops the game booth counter.]

The cat, right?
prideinbattle: (better than you)

[personal profile] prideinbattle 2012-07-01 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, the big one.

[Who needs friends when she can get people to do whatever she wants just by pointing a gun at them. She could easily get it herself, but this is more fun.]
commentboxtroll: (the death of fear is certain)

[personal profile] commentboxtroll 2012-07-01 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Grumbling to himself, he reaches up for the cat in question. It isn't until he grabs it that the booth goes through a strange, glitch-like flicker. Only for a second! Then it's normal again, as if nothing had even happened, except for that the cat Hiling had wanted is gone from the shelves of prizes.

Replacing it is something she might not want in place of it. A puddle of blood is rapidly forming on the very same spot on that shelf, because the cat isn't the only thing that's gone missing. There wasn't any pain to cause him to react with a jerk, nor does it appear whatever took it left the major arteries wide open enough to make any worse of a mess besides the slower, more insidious blood loss already staining the booth and dripping down his own arm, so his reaction isn't to scream. Not yet.

Instead, Caesar is staring in abject horror at the empty space his right hand used to be.
prideinbattle: (WTF do not want)

[personal profile] prideinbattle 2012-07-01 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[She watches him, but he seems to just be standing there. Moving over to see what's taking so long, she isn't sure what to make of what she's looking at. Then her eyes widen when she sees the blood.]

What happened?
commentboxtroll: (a ruffled mind makes a restless pillow)


[personal profile] commentboxtroll 2012-07-01 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Just let him calmly answer th—

Nope. Sorry, Hiling, you've been forgotten about for the time being. He can't take his eyes off the bloody stump.

Caesar staggers back from the shelves, blood splattering a trail on the floor as he does. It's with growing panic that he stumbles into the counter he'd easily slide over moments before and, not up to going back the way he came, he simply slides down to sit behind it instead.
commentboxtroll: (dread one day at a time)


[personal profile] commentboxtroll 2012-07-01 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[And that's when the initial surprise is over and the panic is well on it's way to taking that spot. He'll start screaming riiight... about... now. Enjoy.]
prideinbattle: (huhwhat?)

[personal profile] prideinbattle 2012-07-01 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Hiling jumps over the counter to get a better look. It looks bad and she doesn't know what she's supposed to do about it. She stares at the prize shelf, wondering if there was something in there that bit him. Grabbing his arm, she pulls him up.]

We have to get out of here!
commentboxtroll: (subdue the enemy without fighting)

[personal profile] commentboxtroll 2012-07-01 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[She'll need to literally pull him up, because he's forgotten how to work his legs for the moment and that leaves Hiling stuck with supporting his weight. The screaming does taper off once he's up, at least, only it's replaced by the quick, shaky, and panicked breathing of someone still freaking out.

Caesar's fixated on where his hand was only a moment before, even if he knows he needs to act on something before he bleeds to death. He needs to find help or tell Hiling to find help or... or... But he can't. He can't make himself say a damn thing, he can't even decide if he wants to start screaming again or if he just wants to faint right there and then and be done with it.

Why doesn't it hurt? Why? It should hurt. Where did it even go?!
prideinbattle: (peer)

[personal profile] prideinbattle 2012-07-01 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[She'll drag him away if she has to. Even if her personality isn't affected today, she still doesn't want him dying on her. She's definitely not sticking her hands anywhere near that prize shelf. It was a good thing, for her, that she made him get it for her or she'd be the one missing a hand. Perhaps that was why she felt she owed him one.]

There's gotta be a doctor around here or something.
commentboxtroll: (get out of the way!)

[personal profile] commentboxtroll 2012-07-01 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[More like owed him a million, he would say if he knew she was thinking that... and could form a coherent sentence, anyway. There's no fighting against being dragged along. He'd rather be away from the games, so it works for him.

The mention of a doctor seems to snap him out of his staring contest with his wrist.

The blood... [Words. Use words. He'll manage, albeit sounding ill.] We have to stop it.
prideinbattle: (thinking...)

[personal profile] prideinbattle 2012-07-02 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Once they get more or less out into the open, she stops and puts him down. Glancing around, there doesn't seem to be any immediate danger. She kneels to look at his wound. Her knowledge of first aid is just enough to get by.]

Um, here. [She takes his coat and wraps his stump in it, tying it tight.]
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[personal profile] commentboxtroll 2012-07-02 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
My coat! [He weakly protests that being used as a staunch, but what can he do about it, huh? Nothing, so he gives up after the first disapproving complaint.] Okay... okay...

[What now? He doesn't know where any of his allies are in this town. They've all gone their own ways since he's seen them!]

A doctor. There's got to be one trapped here, too. With so many people. R-right?
prideinbattle: (bubbles)

[personal profile] prideinbattle 2012-07-03 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
I would think so. Leave it to me. We'll see if anyone's over there by those houses.

[The sooner she can pass him off to someone else, the better. She doesn't want to be slowed down when who knows what could happen.]

Can you walk?
commentboxtroll: (what was THAT for?!)

[personal profile] commentboxtroll 2012-07-03 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[So compassionate, Hiling...]

I think so. My legs are fine... maybe if I lean on you as we go... [But hell if he can get back to his feet on his own.] Here. Help me back up.
prideinbattle: (oh...)

[personal profile] prideinbattle 2012-07-03 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[She takes his hand and pulls him up and then puts her arm around him. He's lucky she's doing this much for him. Once she's sure he's steady, she starts walking.]

It's not far.
commentboxtroll: (most accurate all-purpose expression)

[personal profile] commentboxtroll 2012-07-04 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[It's the least she can do, all things considered.]

...ha... guess the smaller town is a good thing after all.
prideinbattle: (chill)

[personal profile] prideinbattle 2012-07-04 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[As they get closer, she decides to head towards the church. Hopefully it's safe.]

Will you be okay if I leave you here?

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