Sinner's Parade [PM for Invite]

[Crabbiey]

(Are the carriages moving yet?)

[Dradogo]

Salvo

Noticing that Mei was back, Salvo looked across at her worriedly. His breath caught when he noticed her eyes - he'd had a feeling that The Director was going to take away Mei's sight, but actually seeing that he had done it made Salvo feel sick. Salvo wanted to try and comfort the girl, but he knew that Phobia would see to that if she wanted it.

[Iilyda]

{Gah, I've somehow managed to miss three very important looking pages within a few hours. DX So what's happened to Mei? Did the Director sew her eyes shut?}

(( Okay~
Tommy and Amy are in a cage inside the carriage, I believe o 3o The saw what happened. And yeah, Iris should still be. ))

Hearing Dale's quiet voice again, Styles turned himself so he could better face the boy, easily keeping the open door in his sight too. He opened his mouth to tell him just how wrong he was, that because of Mei's sudden outburst and attack, she probably wouldn't be the same when they saw her next. If they even saw her again. Of course, not a word left the boys open mouth, instead an unsteady sigh pushed past his pale lips. He shook his head in a simple 'no', his expression easily matching the dismal air of the carriage. Oh how he would have loved to put a voice to the thoughts that ran circles in his head, but he didn't trust himself enough to do so. The reason wouldn't mean much to anyone else, but because he never spoke, he couldn't be expected to explain himself. Styles let his attention slip from Dale and wander the packed carriage, taking in the attitude of the other performer's. Perhaps the only ones that had been able to look past what had just happened were Tommy and Amy, looking quite comfortable with each other. The boy frowned, quickly looking away. The only one he'd ever been close to was his brother, and he didn't even know if he was still alive. He'd lived in solitude since joining the Sinner's Parade, even though there were plenty of people there. He blamed The Director for that, like he did most things; the man had smothered and eventually killed his will to reach out to others.

Letting that thought slip away, Styles became aware of Dale sending him the occasional glance, just, looking at him without even seeming to want to say anything. He supposed it wasn't a big deal, but it was making him feel increasingly uncomfortable, as if he'd done something off that required that kind of attention.

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

Honey Mae

Honey turned away once again when Mei was brought back into the carriage, staring fixedly at the wall. It was sick, what went on here, and Honey knew it. There were times like right now that she often wondered if this was all a drug-induced hallucination of hers - after all, the Director's assistants had found her in the beginning stages of heroine withdrawal. And god knows what other sort of drugs she'd be doing. Just the fact that Honey had been a junkie not too long ago made her doubt that this entire place could possibly be real. And strangely, it was more comforting to think that this was all one sickening ketamine overdose, rather than reality.

Honey closed her eyes in the dark, making it absolute, though she wasn't resting. It was difficult to, when she could feel the tattoos inked on her eyelids - Oculo and Ocelli - blinking from atop her skin. If she centered her attention, she could hear Them speaking.

It was just all too possible for this to be a hallucinogenic dream. She was already hearing voices.

Dale Linn

Dale let his shoulders droop, seeing Styles shake his head in response. He felt disappointed for two reasons: one, that Mei and Phobia weren't going to be alright, as he'd feared. And two, that Styles hadn't actually spoken to him. Dale knew he shouldn't be offended, since Styles didn't seem to talk to anyone at all, but it still made his heart fall a little. If he still had a heart. He could never tell if it was still there.

Dale had been straining for a time now to sit down, but his knees felt at the point of snapping. Whatever plants had been grafted into him must not be as strong as bone, he reckoned, and therefore were more prone to breaking. Dale didn't want to test that theory out, but he didn't want to be rude to Styles by standing up. When Mei was tossed back in, though, surprise and amounting pain had him leaping to his feet, staring as the girl began to go berserk. And god, her eyes. Dale supposed he was more frightened than worried for Mei, but still his eyes followed her to the corner of the cage in which she sat. "Mei?" he asked tentatively, as if fearing a growl in response. Dale was partly ashamed of it, but seeing Mei so feral was making him aware of just how fragile he was - his body was easier to break than bone after all. In the back of his mind, Dale could feel just how exhausted and wish-washy he had become. Light starvation was already sinking in.

[Tordier]

Slightly surprised at the touch of Tommy's tongue on her cheek, Amy was distracted from the loss of her dog. She was also surprised that Tommy understood. Amy had never grieved properly, mostly because it was frowned upon by many. Then, Amy let herself become swept away in the imagery of a dozen powerful horses exploding from behind a pair of shabby barn doors and pounding effortlessly off into the distance, kicking up little clouds of dust for every step. She closed her eyes for a moment and raced with the free spirits until she disappeared with them into the horizon. Amy truly felt better. She marveled at how Tommy always seemed to say exactly what she needed to hear. Her eyes shot open suddenly at the sound of approaching footsteps.
"Oh, Mei...", she whispered.
The sight of Mei in such a sorry state made a lump rise in her throat. This was reality now. Amy finally saw it. The Sinner's Parade wasn't some family of elite teenagers, all trying to reach their full potential. She found herself a prisoner to madness and pain. Amy fought down the panic rising within her and forced herself to remain calm. She had made it this far, there was no turning back now.

[gam]

[ Poor Mei, poor Phobia. D: The Director's so mean. x3 ]

Iris stopped pacing as Mei once again appeared, her eyes sewn shut. She stared, unmoving, before closing her eyes with a gusty sigh. She guessed it could be expected from The Director and the whole place, but still...it was gruesome. She looked back away, taking in a deep breath. A scent caught her as she did though, a sort of catty scent. Not one of the big cats, but a human-like, cat-like, mixture sort of scent...Almost like herself, but this was a male. She had smelled it before, but Amy had masked the more cat-like side.She would check it out later. She was just hungry, and had little energy left from her pacing.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she sat down again, trying to block out the crashes and helpless cluttering of Mei's blindness.

[Solanum]

Tommy whined as he looked over at Mei, sighing softly to himself. "She has suffered terribly... Set as an example to us all..." He closed his eyes, purring as he rubbed his head on Amy's shoulder to try and comfort them both. "It's alright. At least she is still here with us in one piece... Could have been worse, don't you think?" He was trying to make the situation sound better than it was, but it wasn't working... All he wanted was to see her happier... Detecting movement from the shadows, he lifted his tail, staring. Iris came into view, along with a few big cats... He wasn't sure how many, but he didn't like the look of them.

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

(( Wb ))

[Tordier]

Amy blinked hard.
"Sorry. I'm not usually so gloomy. You're right, though. Mei's alive. That's something."
Then she heard noises from behind. It sounded like huge paws shifting about. Amy opened the eye in the back of her head and observed for a moment. There was a girl there, too. Iris... was that her name? She had never really had much of a chance to speak with the cat-girl. Iris did not seem hostile, but Amy certainly did not like the way the large felines' eyes glinted with hunger. She tensed herself, but was not too concerned. Luckily, they were separated by a cage. Tommy seemed a little apprehensive, though. Amy raised her hand and gently stroked the top of his head.

[Solanum]

Tommy relaxed, but not before a low growl echoed from his throat directed at the cats. It wasn't an aggressive growl, as most would take it as... Instead it was a warning. He didn't want a fight, nor Amy to get hurt. He was just making sure they knew not to mess with him. He raised his head into her hand, purring softly as he rubbed just below his ears on it. Only a few would smell his scent on her from her hand, but it would stop them from attacking her... He had no idea what they were like, so he had to take safety precautions.

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

[gam]

Iris caught a glance at the two; Amy and Tommy, and their not-so-approving eyes. All three of the big cats followed her obediently, since they obviously had nothing better to do. Except for the over-protective leopard, Zeus. His ears were flattened and his teeth were bared in a display of dominance, straight at the cat-like boy. As much as he wanted to challenge him, he couldn't get through the inescapable iron bars. His amber gaze shifted to Amy, then back to Tommy, a deep snarl escaping him.
Iris looked back, noticing Zeus and his display. With a sigh, she left him--he couldn't do anything anyways.
The leopard twitched his tail, watching as he marked his scent on the girl. He didn't care about who was whose, he just wanted nboth of them to back off. He gained on them, approaching steadily, his ivory fangs gleaming.
Nero, the large, male lion turned his big head and chuffed in half-curiosity--he wasn't too interested. Ming, the female tiger was unconcerned, leaning on Iris' leg.

[Solanum]

Tommy looked over at Zeus with a small smile. He yawned widely, showing that he wasn't afraid of the leopard's display. He was larger, and more powerful, with a human mind. He could be extremely dangerous if he wanted to, but he didn't see the point in it all... What use was fighting if there was no reason, no prize at the end... Victory was sweet, but short-lived... Worthless to him. He could understand the leopard though... He was protecting the girl, as was Tommy... So they had no reason to fight...

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