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Mayfield Mods ([personal profile] mayfield_mods) wrote in [community profile] welcome_rpg2012-07-05 12:36 am
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welcome to mayfield: day 4

[This carnival seems to be getting less and less maintained by the day. Your nerves aren't the only thing fallen apart: what were previously holes in the sky have expanded to cracks. What parts of the sky that haven't fallen into that strange, warping nothingness are full of brown smog-like clouds.

The carnival itself has become filthy, with trash and grease spots littered everywhere. The walls of the tents, wooden stands, and houses seem to be slightly melted, for lack of a better term. The holes of corrupted nothingness aren't confined to the sky anymore: pockets of nothing litter the carnival, shifting tears in the fabric of reality that hurt your eyes to look at.

A faint buzzing noise fills the air, making it difficult to concentrate. If you listen long enough, it starts to sound like voices. For your own sake, it's probably best not to listen to what they have to say.

You're also not alone here anymore, for those of you operating under the assumption that you ever really were. If you've been missing the friendly drones of Mayfield, fear no more, because scattered throughout the carnival are a few drone families seeing the sights, riding the rides and playing the games. Curiously, unlike the drones back home, these ones don't seem to notice you at all, acting as if you're not even there.

Also curiously: their features are warped nearly beyond recognition. Some are missing limbs or facial features; others appear to have had those features scrambled by Picasso's paintbrush, with mouths on their scalps or teeth on their fingers. Still other drones appear to be fused together at the wrist, or waist, or face. None of them seem to be any more aware of their deformity than they are of you.

...and yet, somehow, you can't shake the feeling that when you're not looking at them, they're looking at you.

New here? That's alright; your missing friends have had plenty of time to get acquainted, and they'll be happy to show you around. Just watch your step, because some of these old rides need some maintenance...]

OOC: If your character damages or affects the carnival or town in a noticeable and normally permanent way, please comment here.
spitefulvitae: (Oh no no no)


[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-05 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blood. The food stand was bits and pieces, and covered with blood? Perhaps it was meant to horrify the average Mayfielder, but this was just serving to make Natalie hungry. Blood. Something other than rat blood. Oh, the thought of it...] No no no... no.

[It could be a trap. It could be a trick. And was she really going to lick blood off of the ground? No. No no no. But she's pacing back and forth, eyes wide and pupils narrowed to pinpricks, obviously agitated.]
ukelelenogood: (That so?)


[personal profile] ukelelenogood 2012-07-05 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey Natalie. Guess who is just watching you from a little bit away before coming up.]


What's up buttercup?

[How she is just maintaining her mood is anyone's guess.]
spitefulvitae: (Going over here now)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-07 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Natalie's head snaps about the moment she hears Haruko's voice. And she stares. And stares. And tilts her head the slightest bit, and widens her eyes more, and staaaaares.]


[No, that's not a proper answer, she knows this.]
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Unamused.  Clearly.)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-05 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[He was on his way to investigate the food stand once again... and simply stared at it. Maybe if he was at one hundred percent health, he would react differently... as it was, all he could do was shrug.

... and watch the other in curiosity.
spitefulvitae: (Deep Shadow)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-07 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[She was staring, and standing there, wringing her hands as though she was trying to make an agonizing decision. Then, suddenly, she inhales sharply.

And then she turns to stare at Hol with horrible, sunken, inhuman eyes.]
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Sorry)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-09 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He studied her face carefully... trying to figure out why and how she had healed the other day. That way she was looking at him, and how quickly she departed...]

spitefulvitae: (Stare Right)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-09 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Is this at all familiar, Hol? Is this something you recognize? A not-quite-human humanoid advancing on you, looking hungry?]

Hol. Come here, Hol. Please, come here...

[She's absolutely famished and it's making her quite mad.]
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Worried)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-09 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
[The look seemed familiar... distant, like a memory long forgotten. Not knowing any better, he slowly advanced. His leg giving him a bit of trouble, but during this... he watched her body actions. Something was off.]

Are... are ya alright?...
spitefulvitae: (A Touch Mad)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-10 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
No... no, I'm not, Hol. [Her voice is soft and sing-song. Not very demanding or very aggressive.]

But I will be. If you just...

[And then it's as though a switch has been flipped, and she's lunging for him, diving for exposed skin and her fangs seeking his veins. She'll take an arm, if not a neck.]
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Teeth grit)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-10 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
If I just...?

[Poor guy wasn't expecting that at all. He brought up an arm in defense and was rather shocked at the fact she was trying to... -bite- him.]
spitefulvitae: (Fangs)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-10 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Hey! An arm!

She is totally trying to nom on it. Maybe she'll even pierce fabric and hit a vein!]
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Holy Shi--)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-10 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[He tried to shake her off, but didn't want to really outright hit her either.]

What... are you DOING?
spitefulvitae: (I Hate You)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-11 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[After a bit of unsuccessful attempts at nomming, she pulls her mouth back, shakes her head, and has a modicum of sense come back to her.]

What do you think I'm doing?!

[...and then she's tugging at his arm in an effort to... well, it seems like she wants to try and put him in a hold, but she hasn't got nearly the kind of strength necessary for it...]
emperor_cowboy: (Hol - Don't start with me)

[personal profile] emperor_cowboy 2012-07-11 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[The best part of this struggle is... he hardly has the strength himself to simply run away. He could try, but with his slightly bum leg, it would only end up in him having a quick meeting with the ground.

So he does the next best thing and attempts to back up, because -THAT- would work...

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[personal profile] chalicejoker 2012-07-05 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, that's...different. Hajime is remarkably unaffected by the sight of all the blood; it's hard to get worked up over too much of it when the town has decided you're a butcher and your own blood is green.

He does, however, notice Natalie and her reaction to all the blood. He's got a pretty good idea of what the problem might be as he quietly approaches.] you need to get out of here?
spitefulvitae: (What the what)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-07 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[She spins about when she hears Hajime's voice, turning her wide-eyed panicky gaze onto him instead of the bloody mess.]


Somewhere... not here. I don't know. Somewhere...

[Her eyes dart this way and that, taking in the abnormal drones instead of the blood. Could she drink from them? She could, she should, it would be easy, just....]

...quiet. Somewhere quiet.
chalicejoker: (Uneasy)

[personal profile] chalicejoker 2012-07-07 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods slowly and isn't liking the way she's eyeing those weird drones, because feeding on those just looks like a disaster waiting to happen.]

We can do that. Just come with me.

[He'd try to take her arm to guide her out of there, but he knows when his own darker nature takes hold, he freaks out on anyone touching him. He has no idea if she'd be the same way.]

I'll get you somewhere quiet. Away from...things.
spitefulvitae: (Stricken)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-07 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[She forces herself to look at Hajime. It's easier to look at him. Despite his pulse, she's... fairly sure that she can rule him out as a food source. Somewhat. Mostly.]

...please. Thank you.

[And once he seems to have selected a direction to retreat in, she'll be right by his side.

Once they're a short ways away, she'll speak in a hissing whisper.]

Blood. I need blood.
chalicejoker: (Creeper)

[personal profile] chalicejoker 2012-07-07 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I take it the rats aren't enough, then.

[That was a problem. A definite problem. The last thing she needed was to lose control, especially in a place like this. Hajime is heading in the direction of one of the undamaged houses now, figuring the church will have too many people milling about to be considered "quiet." It's not like he's got much of an idea as to how to handle this situation, so he's just winging it.]

How much do you need?
spitefulvitae: (A Touch Mad)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-09 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
No. Not enough. Not anymore.

[She's not paying much attention to where they're going. Surely Hajime knows where to go and where to bed. She's more wrapped up in her own problems at the moment.]

...a few pints. A safe drink from two or three people. Or one person. One whole person would be wonderful...

[It's said with hushed delight at the idea of it.]
chalicejoker: (Uneasy)

[personal profile] chalicejoker 2012-07-10 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, yes, Hajime is quite glad he decided against bringing her to the church. Far too many wounded, bleeding individuals there for it to be really safe for anyone involved.]

Food's scarce for everyone here, it would seem.

[That made finding potential donors difficult, he knew. A starved, dehydrated human wouldn't handle that well. And a starved vampire would probably do a great deal of damage to those was a bit of a conundrum for a guy who existed to bring about doomsday conditions and thrive in them. He was doing better than most here, and he knew it. And somewhere along the line, that still-unfamiliar urge to prevent any innocent humans from getting harmed had kicked in, as had his sympathy for another with monstrous tendencies...] has to be red blood, does it?

[The question comes out almost absentmindedly as Hajime tries to think.]
spitefulvitae: (Going over here now)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-10 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Hajime's question catches her off-guard. She blinks up at him, looks around in surprise, and blinks at him some more. It hadn't ever been something she had to much consider.]

...if it comes in colors other than red, I haven't tried it. I wouldn't know what it would do.

[...but he's offering. He's offering. That's a roundabout approach on an offer if she's ever heard it. Maybe he just hasn't realized it yet?]

I... could try.
chalicejoker: (Uncertain)

[personal profile] chalicejoker 2012-07-10 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[He just offered, didn't he? Somehow. Perhaps that would even things out after the way he'd attacked her that time...and given the current circumstances, he's likely one of the only ones in this place that's in any shape to be of any help.]

Mine's green. It's...worth a shot.

[It's painfully obvious he has no idea what to do next.]
spitefulvitae: (Rare Kindness)

[personal profile] spitefulvitae 2012-07-10 02:29 am (UTC)(link)

[A funny color for blood. Maybe appropriate, considering the insect-like form he apparently had when he wasn't looking all human.

She steps forward and takes his hand in both of hers. If he doesn't resist, she'll gently try to lift his arm. And then slide his wrist back.]

You're sure? I'll stop before you're weakened. I promise.
chalicejoker: (Skeptical)

[personal profile] chalicejoker 2012-07-10 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't resist, looking curious as she takes his arm.]

I'm sure.

[Because even though this is going to be a bit weird for him, he's not one to back down from something like this...]

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