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Mayfield Mods ([personal profile] mayfield_mods) wrote in [community profile] welcome_rpg2012-07-09 03:24 pm
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day 5

[The fifth day doesn't dawn at all. In fact, the sky simply isn't there anymore; the only thing visible if you look up is pure black nothing. Most of the carnival itself is no longer visible, having been blanketed by thick white fog; any attempt to enter said fog will result in your body rapidly disintegrating. The street at least still seems to be intact, but with no way out and the fog slowly creeping in, who knows how long that'll last?

Luckily, it seems like the cavalry has finally arrived.]

(OOC: This marks the last day of the event! Anyone who has won a prize from Mayfield's carnival will be able to access both Mayfield and this area through the funhouse, and will be able to take one person with them on each trip they make. If your character is not rescued by the end of the day, they will be disintegrated by the fog and will wake up the next morning in Mayfield with the standard revival effects. You are free to comment in this post regardless of whether your character signed up for the event.)
truffulacide: (and you're still alright)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-10 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[he feels hands wrapping around his arms and he'd tense if it wasn't for her voice. he's so tired of being on his guard, bracing for attacks that - in hindsight - never come. the little monster girl and the incident in house #1 were isolated ones; what's been his biggest enemy thus far hasn't been the creatures, but his own paranoia.

he's so tired of being afraid. sick to death of it, in fact.]

'm fine. I just - I tripped. I think.

[he pulls himself up, a disheveled, half-starved, skittish wreck. he looks over at her, worried.]

Uh. We're not dead, right? I didn't just imagine that, did I?
hairflyingheartpounding: (Scared and broken-hearted)

[personal profile] hairflyingheartpounding 2012-07-10 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[She breathes a sigh of relief when he rises, then nods. She's shaking now, she was so scared for a moment there...]

No. We're not dead. [Yet.] Come on, we have to find somewhere safe, o-or something! We have to-- we have to make it through this. We have to.
truffulacide: (✿ so far away from me)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-10 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[he doesn't say anything to that. at this point, is there even anything? they just saw an entire building disappear. he doesn't even want to look up at the sky because he's too afraid of what he'll find - or rather, what he won't find.

it's been almost a week. he doesn't want to admit that he's given up hope, but it's hard. so very hard.]
hairflyingheartpounding: (I need this)

[personal profile] hairflyingheartpounding 2012-07-10 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[She's... Rapunzel. She's so unsure of how this will end, but she has to hold on to the sliver of hope that is, somehow, still in her heart. But when he doesn't say a word...

That makes it harder.]

Say something... Please. Tell me that I'm weird, or how stupid the story I told you was... Just say something. Anything.
truffulacide: (when i hear the knock)


[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-10 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[he sighs.]

Your hair looks really dirty. You should wash it. There's this kiwi-scented shampoo I saw at the super market a week ago that you'd probably like. Assuming you like smelling like a kiwi, that is.
hairflyingheartpounding: (Neutral)

[personal profile] hairflyingheartpounding 2012-07-10 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Normally, she'd be insulted, but he's talking, and it's a scrap of normality, at that. So she just nods, taking his hand.]

Okay. I'll do that. Because we're making it back.

[They have to. She doesn't even know what a kiwi is. She can't... Die. No. There's still so much to learn... And she's just too scared; not at all ready.]
truffulacide: (you look back darkly on the day)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-10 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
...I'm sorry. That was...heh. That was really bad, even for me.

[his eyes wander down to the source of warmth around his hand and he wants to sigh again, if only to push everything - the stress, the anxiety, the hunger, the exhaustion, the thirst - out. silly thought, of course, but he never claimed to be in his right mind right now.]

Where to next?
hairflyingheartpounding: (Just a step away...)

[personal profile] hairflyingheartpounding 2012-07-10 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
It was fine.

[That's a great question. She has no idea, and she has to blink back tears for a moment. When she speaks, her voice is shaky...

To think, there was a time where she was having fun in Mayfield.]

We'll follow the street. There has to be a safe place somewhere.
truffulacide: (well i'm calling it quits)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-10 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
We haven't gone into the funhouse yet. When the phones were working, I was able to talk to Audrey. She said might be our only way back.
hairflyingheartpounding: (It's delicious.)

[personal profile] hairflyingheartpounding 2012-07-10 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
It's worth a try.

[She gives his arm a tug.]

Come on... We'll go there and see if we can find anything-- We will find something. And then we'll be home.
truffulacide: (when my daddy died)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-10 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
It's only shot we have.

Yeah. Alright.

[it's easier to walk when he has her pulling him like this because it reminds him that he's able to move. he wiggles his toes to remind himself that they're still there and, at once, the horror comes back in full force. he doesn't want to die here. who in their right mind would? but at the same time...

no. there's hope left. I know there is.]

...How much time d'ya think we have left? [he looks over his shoulder at where the church used to be.] Another day?
hairflyingheartpounding: (Mother...)

[personal profile] hairflyingheartpounding 2012-07-10 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[She shrugs, not wanting to answer at first, but... She really hates hiding things from him, after that one blow-up, months ago.]

Maybe half that. Maybe. It doesn't look good, but...

[But he promised to protect her, and she made the same promise back to him. So things have to be okay, right?]

But I never break my promises.
truffulacide: (❀ no cure for the lonely)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-10 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
That's a very good goal to set for yourself. Promises are important. [it's all half-mumbled, mostly due to the raspy quality his voice has taken on. going without water does that to you.] I wish I was better at keeping them. You don't...realize how much they mean until you've broken them.
hairflyingheartpounding: (Hopeful)

[personal profile] hairflyingheartpounding 2012-07-10 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
...You kept the promise you made to me.

[She gives his hand a squeeze.]

I'm still not entirely sure what happened to you back where you're from, but...

[She doesn't care? She thinks he's good anyway? She's not sure what to say... And so she just goes with what she feels.]

...I wish I could make it better for you.
truffulacide: (no one knocks upon your door)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-10 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
I never said I wasn't trying. I think...that's a lot better than giving up.

[because then you're just admitting that things really will never get better. hope is awful, but he'll cling to what he gets. it's all he has left.

he doesn't acknowledge her last statement for another minute and a half, thinking things over to himself, silently.]

I, uh. I never told you that story, did I? 'm sorry. I think I fell asleep. I can't really remember.
hairflyingheartpounding: (Feeling better now)

[personal profile] hairflyingheartpounding 2012-07-10 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
You're right. Giving up never gets you anywhere.

[She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head.] No. You never told me... Why?
truffulacide: (a little sad but it's alright)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-10 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Do you wanna hear it now? It might be -

[the last chance we have. he's not going to deny that he saw Mal's body at the food stand; he's reached the point where it doesn't faze him so much as leave him painfully, scarily resigned to whatever happens. obviously people do die for real here, or if they don't, it's different in this version of Mayfield. he swallows hard.]

...It might be fun. Listening to yours was.
hairflyingheartpounding: (Mumbling)

[personal profile] hairflyingheartpounding 2012-07-10 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
...Okay, yeah. I would like that.

[It will take her mind off of things, and that's relly what she needs right now.]

And thank you. I'm glad you think so. [Though he sure didn't seem to at the time. But he's being sweet, so she's not going to say anything.]
truffulacide: (with ghosts and visions in my sight)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-10 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[he has a hunch he knows what she's thinking about.]

I mean it. I guess I'm just not used to happy endings. I like them, but let's be honest here; most of the stories you hear now aren't the kind you feel like clapping to when they're over.

[case in point: his. he takes another deep breath, trying to make his tongue feel like less of a gross lump in his mouth.]

Well, okay. Uh.

[he stops short again and, with some hesitance, starts again properly.]

Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived with his family, far away from any towns or outposts. Y'see, they were farmers. Problem was, they weren't very good at it. The land around them was dry and hard to till, so it was difficult to grow vegetables even when the weather was on their side, which was rare. On top of it all, his family wasn't... Well. They weren't the type you'd expect to be farmers. His father left when he was very young, probably went off to have some grand adventure or search for treasure or capture fairies, whatever people of the time used to do, but he never came home. That just left him, his mother, his broth- siblings, his aunt and his uncle. And while they were pretty happy with the life they had, the boy wasn't.

He wanted to be a knight.
hairflyingheartpounding: (Hopeful)

[personal profile] hairflyingheartpounding 2012-07-10 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
...Oh. I see. That's too bad.

[But then she's listening intently, and yes, she notices his stumble over brothers, but she doesn't make anything of it yet. She just nods along, looking genuinely involved and interested.]

Did he ever get to be one?
truffulacide: (❀ we're the same; you and i)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-10 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
In a way, yeah! He knew it would be hard, maybe even impossible, but the best dreams always are. Knights were strong and respected, but most of all, they made people happy. Have you ever heard anything about a farmer changing the world? I'll tell you why you haven't: it's 'cause none of them ever have. If you want to be remembered, you need to make an impact. You can't let anyone forget you. As long as at least one person does, you'll always have someone who cares about you.

That's what he thought. His family? Nooot so understanding. At first, they thought he was joking around. But, when he wouldn't stop talking about it and it slowly started to occur to them that he was serious, they didn't really...handle it well. It should have broken his spirit, but nope - that kid wasn't going to be stopped. So, one day, he decided to leave his home and his family, and make his fortune as a knight in another land. He wasn't going to come back, not until he made his dream come true. Even though his family expected him to come crawling back, he was absolutely, positively sure that everything would work out for him. Eventually.
hairflyingheartpounding: (Mother...)

[personal profile] hairflyingheartpounding 2012-07-10 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
...He was a very brave knight, then.

[Following along with the story, she has no suspicions yet. She's truly taken with this story, and means what she says. It was so hard, for her, at least, to leave home, and she's still not sure if she'd go back to the tower if she got the chance.]

It's hard to leave home. Really hard. What happened next?
truffulacide: (scream and shout and knock about)

[personal profile] truffulacide 2012-07-10 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[he just smiles sadly. she'll change her mind soon enough.]

Well, he went out and saw the world, or at least a tiny corner of it. It was a long and difficult journey. For a while, he thought he'd never find a place that needed him or his talents. He never gave up, though; everything bad that happened to him along the way just made him want to try harder.

And eventually, it paid off! One day, he happened upon a tiny little kingdom. Beautiful didn't even come close to describing it. It was...

[he grasps for the word.]

...Pure. Literally untouched by the outside world. The people that lived there weren't even human, so you can imagine how they felt when they saw a real one just come waltzing through the gates. They didn't trust him at first, but their king... Hoo boy. Their king really hated him. See, the thing was, this kingdom was special in another way, too: it had a great, vast treasure hidden inside of it. More precious than gold and diamonds combined...for a human. For these creatures, it was more of a - a resource. It kept them alive, you see. Through magic.

So of course the king had reason to be suspicious; here was this kid walking in like he owned the place, throwing this precious treasure around. He wanted him to leave and never come back. Instead, the boy got him to come to a compromise with him. If the king allowed him to stay and use this treasure sparingly to make his fortune in the nearby towns, he'd protect them. He wouldn't abuse their trust. He'd stick by them and - and keep their kingdom alive.

That's what he promised them anyhow.
hairflyingheartpounding: (You really think so?)

[personal profile] hairflyingheartpounding 2012-07-10 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
That sounds like a beautiful kingdom. I--

[...Oh. Now she can start wondering; this sure brings up what he just said about promises. She furrows her brow in uncertainty and confusion.]

He didn't keep the promise?

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