Sinner's Parade [PM for Invite]

[LittleStarWolf]

(Well Cloudwhisper is offline for a fact and Civilian_bait may or may not get back on so my character is bored... anyone want a visit from Shelley later tonight?

p.s. Brb in thirty at most.)

[Solanum]

(( Shelley could visit Amy and Tommy again xD We know how he loves to pester them with irritating questions xD ))

Tommy smirked at her, chuckling softly. "Is that so?" When she flicked water on his nose, his tail-eyes had a new flicker of emotion appear in them... It was very obviously a mischievious glint. Launching himself at her, without warning, he pinned her down, making sure to not press on her chest just in case he hurt her. Tail held confidentally in the air, his head up with a large smile on it, he felt pretty good.

I tried so hard and got so far | But in the end | It doesn't even matter

[Tordier]

"Ack!", she yelped at the sudden restriction of her movement.
Amy was so surprised she almost dropped her cactus. Instead, she stared up at Tommy's eyes with a raised eyebrow, but the serious expression dissolved into laughter. When she had caught her breath, Amy requested her freedom.
"Alright, alright. Get off of me, you big, furry, lunatic!"
She inwardly appreciated his thoughtfulness to avoid her raw, burning chest. The pain had lessened to a dull ache thanks to the water she was getting. In fact, Amy felt quite well enough to shove the last of her cactus into her mouth, swallow noisily, and thrust both hands into Tommy's stomach. This, she tickled with gusto.
(Gotta go for tonight, sorry. )

[Solanum]

Tommy fell back, squirming with laughter as she tickled him. She always seemed to know the right places to tickle him to render him unable to do anything but squirm... In a weird way, he found it amusing. Amy was feeling better due to the water she had received from the cactus, the cat boy was glad for her, although his own thirst had yet to be quenched. The shrew hadn't been enough for him, but he had seen how Amy had behaved. He'd go hunt later on, when she was with someone else or asleep...

I tried so hard and got so far | But in the end | It doesn't even matter

[Tianuki]

((Recap again please? From someone else other than Sora since she isn't answering back my PM. D: Thanks!))

[Iilyda]

Honey Mae

~All of my hate cannot be found
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming~

Honey dreamed of a veil of darkness.

The silent street was cloaked in it, broken up only by spots of streetlight in the far distance. This far out, the city sound was strangely subdued, and listening to it was like straining your ear against a muffler. A spiky-haired Honey rather lacking in tattoos was perched on a street curb, hanging back in the shadows with a lit cigarette in hand, while she listened to her friends rough-house.

"Get offa me!" Lolli was complaining, and the sound of her struggles still reached Honey though her back was turned. A manic laughter answered in return, male, but too high in pitch to be anything other than stoned.

"C'mon, Lollipop, don't pretend like you don't like it." A short shout and apparently Lolli had managed to get herself unglued from this boy, still cackling wildly.

"Crash," Honey said, speaking for the first time. A long trail of smoke blew past her lips as she spoke. "You're supposed to be my boyfriend, remember?"

"Awh, c'mon Honey Mae!" Crash whined, plopping down beside her on the curb. His breath reeked of drugs. "S'just some good fun. Daddy still loves you too." Crash hooked a hand under Honey's chin and brought his lips smashing into her own, but she yanked away. He laughed wickedly.

~So you can try to tear me down
Beat me to the ground, I will see you screaming~

{Where do you need the recap from?}

[Fatal Star Syndrome]

The Director watched with a scowl as Rajani began to work on his new arm, using the tools he loved dearly to attach it. The stitching was bulky and noticeable, but it would hold him together. His only problem was that it was not him putting these pieces together. It was his passion, not hers, and he didn't take too well to sharing. The Director gave no response to her as she finished, and only laughed in his head at her words. Who was she to give him words of caution? The man brought his arm up, though it felt sluggish, it worked. It would look like his own, hidden under his jacket and bloodied as it was, he still wore it. He walked past Rajani, not feeling angry enough to punish her for doing something he loved, not after wasting his energy on Mei anyways. It was his goal then to see what had happened outside and the blood cast over the earth was an obvious indication. Someone had attacked someone else. The whos didn't matter to him, not unless that someone who had bled was broken enough to be kept from performing their duty. Though it seemed that whoever it had been had been moved. It was no longer the man's problem. Opening and closing his new hand he spun on his heels and headed back into the tent to retrieve his torn arm, and left again to find his 'pet'. To feed it was his intention, which only reminded him that the other things living around him required food as well. What trouble it was to keep them alive.

. ||Boys and girls of every age,
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?|| .

Styles clung to the sides of the tents as he made his way to the punishment tent, turning his head 'round to see Dale still following. It made him happy, he thought, and not nearly as bad knowing that Dale wasn't afraid to find the shark boy either. Styles hesitated a moment outside the entrance to the tent, seeing the tree boy stop outside it, but after a single breath, let himself inside. His eyes adjusted easily to the light of the tent, but he could not get used to the air about the place as easily. It stunk of blood and it was almost possible to reach out and touch the past pain felt there. The magician paused inside, blinking past the lights to find the new boy. He wasn't exactly sure at that moment why he had wanted to follow him, other than the fact that he was new. Perhaps it was to defeat the solitude of the Sinner's Parade, and to find himself a place there, as it seemed others had. Though he couldn't imagine it being easy.

Styles slipped past the entrance, stepping closer to the shark boy with quite the submissive attitude. It wasn't until he was actually right up in front of him that he realized he couldn't speak to the kid. Well, the magician was capable of it, but it wasn't coming as easily as it did with the tree boy, who he hoped hadn't decided to leave him alone with Alden. So Styles stood there, lips parted as if to speak, but without words.

. ||So watch my chest heave as this last breath leaves me,
I am trying to be what you're dying to see|| .

[Shiko Hayashi]

(( I can't play Nicholai much. He's wallowing in anger and despair. And I can't play Alram any more until the show starts. *Puppy eyes* ))

[Tordier]

(Amy needs to talk to Nocholai. If he happened across her and Tommy just outside of one of the tents in the shade it would give you something to do. Just a suggestion. )
Amy followed her friend as he moved, hauling herself upright to kneel beside him and laugh gaily as Tommy wriggled under her fingers. It struck her as amusing, both his reaction and her ability to subdue such a large creature with minimal effort. However fun the tickling was, she still stopped after only a few moments. Being incredibly ticklish herself, Amy knew what it was like to become trapped in the feeling, almost unable to breathe. Of course, that was back when she had lungs, but the point was the same. She sat back to recover from her own bout of laughter and to let Tommy catch his breath.

[Iilyda]

Dale Linn

~If you just hold in your breath
Til you come back up in full~

Dale followed a step behind Styles, his heartbeat rising into the base of his throat. All his leaves were quivering now, shaking as if stirred up by a continuous breeze. Everything about the situation was wrong, just wrong; but Dale couldn't think of abandoning Styles. His eyes were drawn first to the table, now so stained with blood and other fluids that its original color was beyond recognition. It sent a shiver up his spine that made his leaves rustle and his twigs creak. Looking at the table, he could feel its cool surface along his back.

He turned to the newcomer next. He was sitting down, apparently not preoccupied, but Styles stood before him open-mouthed. Dale let the silence stretch a few moments before he realized that the magician had seemingly lost his voice. So, gathering the gumption, Dale cleared his throat, hoping to earn the shark boy's attention.

~Hold in your breath
'til you thought it through, you fool~