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Mayfield Mods ([personal profile] mayfield_mods) wrote in [community profile] welcome_rpg2012-07-02 01:17 pm
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welcome to mayfield: day 3



[Those who wake up in the town on the third day will soon notice that something's definitely off. The cracks in the sky are appearing more frequently and lasting for minutes at a time, and there's a strange white fog drifting over the clouds.

For those who've just arrived, welcome to our new little town! We're sure you're glad to see your missing friends again; nothing to worry about here, they've just been too busy enjoying the upgraded carnival to go back home. Any bleeding limbs or serious wounds you may spot are obviously just a sign of how much fun they've been having.]


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

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-03 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
But it could.

[No dissuading this one.]

Then shall I ride with you?
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Grumble)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-03 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[He shrugged his shoulders as he could care less on what she wanted to do.]

Only if ya really want to.
spitefulvitae: (A Touch Mad)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-03 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
I think Ilsa could use a little riling up...

[She gives a little horrible croak of a laugh, pulls the switch to set the ferris wheel on to rotate slowly, and then takes a mad leap into the seat. She lands sort of across his lap.

At this proximity? She feels like something between a marble statue and a bag of trash. She certainly smells dreadful enough...]
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Side Glance)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-03 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I guess she could--

[He stopped at her small laugh and looked over to the ride as it started up. His attention was torn away when he felt something heavy flop across his legs. Oh, so she decided to go along.]

Ya okay there?
spitefulvitae: (It's Funny)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-03 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Perfectly fine!

[She kicks her legs upwards and wiggles off of his lap, coming to sit beside him. It almost throws her skirts clear over her head. She spends a moment or two to smooth them back down.]

We're on an adventure, now.
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Not what I meant)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-03 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Good.

[Under normal circumstances, he might've found this to be somewhat fun. However, right now things were hardly normal. He reached down to brush off his legs.]

Yeah I guess we are. Whee...
spitefulvitae: (Deliver me)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-03 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. Whee.

[Which sounds even less joy-filled and genuine than his "whee" was. She's immediately busy with peering this way and that, staring up at the clouds and at that strange fog far above...]
spitefulvitae: (I hate this pain)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-03 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
..what the...?

[Her hands immediately snap forward, gripping the edge of the carriage as tight as she can. Rattling and shaking this high up was not a good thing. And tingling fog... she grimaces and narrows her eyes.

And then she looks to Hol. What's his reaction?]
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Erk- -)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-03 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[The sound startled him and he gripped at the bar in front of them. At the odd feeling upon his skin, he immediately looked down to his arm. The fog was only making things more difficult to see.

Well then...
]

What... what was that?
Edited 2012-07-03 04:27 (UTC)
spitefulvitae: (What the what)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-03 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[A little panic is starting to rise in her. She can't see Hol. Can't. She can at least still feel the slight heat he gives off and tell that his pulse is there, but...

Oh. It's clearing. She can see him again. And...]


You...

You look older.

[And so does she. Her dirty blonde hair is shot through with the early grey she'd have had, if she hadn't stopped aging. And her eyes are a bit more sunken, her skin a bit more dry.]
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Grit Teeth)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-03 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Now that he could see, he looked over to Natalie, and blinked.]

... Same goes fer you...

[His good eye shot from the left and to the right as his mind raced. There was no one to -stop- the ride...]

... I think... I think I'd like t' get off the ride now...
spitefulvitae: (Oh no no no)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-03 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
...it does?

[She passes a hand over her face, as if she could possibly feel the changes. Which... she can't, and it's kind of useless. Later, later, worry about it later... they were on the descending pass, and just about to start rising again.]

Yes! Excellent idea.

[One moment later she's on her feet. The next moment, she's leaping for the platform. It's an awkward leap and a bad landing, all of her weight coming down on her right arm.]

Aaaaah!
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Teeth grit)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-03 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[He wanted to make a grab at her to stop her from just jumping and wanted her to wait but... he wasn't quick enough. That being the case...]

Aw, hell...

[Approaching the ground now... he moved to stand up himself and prepared to jump at a safer distance. Being able to only see out of one eye happens to mess with a person's depth perception. Just a bit... and he miscalculated his jump. It was a nice try though! His right leg took most of the weight from the fall and he wasn't too pleased.

At least they were off of the ride.
]
spitefulvitae: (I hate this pain)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-03 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Hnnngh...

[Natalie was hardly concerned with Hol's landing. Her own was bad enough that she was certain that her arm had broken. She hisses, bares her fangs, grits her teeth, and pushes herself into a sit with her other arm.]

A waste... what a waste...

[She remains sitting there, eyes unfocused, willing herself to heal the injury. Although she does turn her head in the cowboy's general direction. He hadn't broken his neck, right...?]
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Grit Teeth)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-04 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
[He grimmaced and pushed himself to sit up.]

... That... that wasn't ...

[Clearly that wasn't a way out.]
spitefulvitae: (Why?)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-04 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
...wasn't what? What wasn't it?

[He used so few words. It was as though he was afraid of running out of them. She turns herself, putting more of her attention right on Hol as she sat and willed her arm to mend.]
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Lost)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-05 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Finding out that sitting was a bad idea at the moment, he rolled back onto his side.]

That wasn't a way out...
spitefulvitae: (Framed in sunset)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-07 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
...no. No, it wasn't.

[A tiny hiss, and she stretches her arm out. Her fingers flex, she twists her wrist about, and seems satisfied. All better. All healed. And it only took about half of the vitae in her system...

She's up to her feet quickly.]


I've got to go.