Sinner's Parade [PM for Invite]

[Tordier]

In an attempt to remain positive, Amy tilted her head in an innocent expression.
"It's certainly interesting...", she offered.
Amy scooted a little closer. She had a feeling that Tommy had something on his mind.
(Writer's block... Ugh! XP)

[Solanum]

Tommy smirked at her, laughter sparkling in his eyes. "Yes... You could say that..." He couldn't help but burst out laughing, rolling onto his back. It was part her answer, but part normal for him. He damaged something as a child and as a result, he sometimes had these fits of laughter. Then it stopped suddenly, like it always did, his face twisted into a confused expression... "Hmm... That hadn't happened in a while... Sorry..."

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

[belle.]

♫It's a cold and crazy world
That's raging outside
But baby, me and all my girls
Are bringin' on the fire ♫

Lex frowned and exhaled annoyedly as Mion left, now leaving the job for her. Such great help these guys were proving to be. Lex thought sarcastically - watching as Mion disappeared from sight, Lex shook her head lightly. Letting out another sigh - the girl spun back around. Her face straight but somewhat sour. "We wouldn't want to keep you waiting. Sir." Lex stated, her tone the slightest bit sarcastic and cold, following this Lex swallowed - watching the man as he sat. I guess I should probably go prepare some food. Lex thought to herself - slightly annoyed that she had been left the job. She didn't want to do it. Not at all.

♫Fasten up,
Can you imagine what
Would happen if I let you close enough to touch?♫

[Tordier]

Amy laughed with him, but her laughter did not die quite as quickly. It faded to a quiet chuckle, then stopped altogether. Now Amy was confused as well. She did not think Tommy was laughing at her, just what she had said. Why would he apologize?
"Nothing wrong with laughing.", Amy pointed out.
She crawled forward until she came to the side of the cage and turned to lean against it so she was sitting next to him.

[Solanum]

"It's just something that happened to me as a boy... I has these moments where I would burst out laughing and then suddenly stop. I didn't want you to think I was laughing at you." He smiled at her, nuzzling her shoulder in greeting and resuming his place curled around her. Slowing his breathing to make it more comfortable for her, he yawned and closed his eyes. Purring, his body completely relaxed.

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

[Tordier]

Amy chuckled happily as Tommy curled around her, surrounding her in his soft fur. She leaned into him and sighed. The purring was soothing. She used to play music softly to help her sleep before going to bed. The purring was having a similar calming effect. Amy cast an anxious glance around to make sure it was safe for her to relax, but she felt safe enough here. She gently ran a hand over a patch of flank near her head.

[Dradogo]

Salvo

Salvo yawned, getting drowsy now that things were calming down again. He wished he could try to comfort Mei, but he'd leave her to sort herself out first. Having nothing else to do, Salvo watched Amy and Tommy. Salvo hadn't really had a chance to get to know the two new additions to the Sinner's Parade, but they seemed nice enough. He decided that he'd try and talk to them sometime.

[Iilyda]

{Repost:}

{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.

{Has anything crucial happened?}

[Fatal Star Syndrome]

(( @Crabbiey - No
@ Iilyda - In those last two pages? No. ))

"Time's up."
With a frightful smile, The Director pushed himself up from the bloody table and walked with his light steps, as if gliding, to Lex's side. Holding onto the smile, he placed a cold hand on the girls cheek, his expression gentle. "Don't say I didn't give you the chance." His expression falling into that of annoyance, The Director dropped his hand, locking it tightly around Alexandria's wrist. Pulling her behind him, he headed to the door, stopping to push her the short distance off the ground, spying Elise still out cold on the ground. "Take her back there with you. We're leaving."

The Director closed the door after her slowly, waiting until the soft 'click' was heard before turning from the door. He'd give her a moment, and then he'd leave. Of course, he didn't want to have to leave two behind, and he wouldn't, this was simply a chance for her to collect herself and the other girl before he grew too impatient.

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

Why wasn't anyone doing anything? Why...why did everyone find it so easy to ignore what The Director had done to Mei? There was no 'brighter side' to look at, there was only the thick, suffocating hurt that sat curled up in the corner of that cage. A silence forced over the carriage by the standing threat of The Director. Styles lifted his head slowly, eyes hidden by the rim of his hat, using his left eye to peer inside that shadowed corner of the cage. As sick as it was, she wouldn't be able to see him now; did he need to fear a beast if it could not see? With caution, Styles uncurled himself, crawling the small distance to Mei's cage in front of him. He stopped at the bars of her cage, leaning close enough that his breath left a mark of moisture across the metal. Mostly, he wanted to see The Director's handy work, he wanted to see the damage done, he wanted to know the consequences of going against that murderous man.

It was about proving to himself now, that all those years of letting his will be completely crumble wasn't a waste. He wanted to show himself that he obeyed with good reason. The magician's left eye was put to work, diving through the shadows that enveloped the wolf girl and taking in the sight of her stitched eyes. The boy saw nothing less than what he'd imagined; it was a gruesome sight.

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

[Stray Dog]

The Wolf Girl



мєι slowly lifter her head, face turning to Dale, dry blood making lines down her cheeks. Mei's eyes had gone puffy and pink with tears she couldn't cry and the wonky black stitching of one eye, the eye Phobia had sewn, was itching. The clothes she lay in were soft and made an okay bed, but Mei wasn't tired - yet who could tell? With her eyes sewn shut, she could be asleep right now and no-one would no. Heck, she could die and it would make no difference. Sighing, Mei lowered her head again, shifting slightly in the clothes until she sensed a presence - only now Mei remembered how she was able to do that, back when she was blind. Now that she couldn't see again, turning her head towards that 'presence' outside her cage was more of a reflex from 3 years of enjoying sight. But her other senses worked well and the scent of Styles, a scent she loved, was hard to miss. She rubbed the stitching of her eyes as she 'stared' at Styles, wiping away the blood, picking at the stitching. But it wasn't ordinary thread in her eyes, oh no, it was wire. Actual wire used to keep her eyes forever shut. With a sigh and a sob, Mei lay down again, still turned to face Styles as she smiffled and buried herself in the clothes, trying to hide herself and her horror - she was a monster and Styles still thought so, especially after her 'display' earlier that got her into this situation. The bloody stitching of her eyes just made Mei more repugnant. (I love that word . . . REPUGNANT!!!!)

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The Twisting Spider Boy


ρнσвια gritted his teeth as Mei moved, glad she was okay but he couldn't face her. Not after what he'd done to her. So, instead, Phobia sat on the other side of the carriage, as far away from Mei as possible, crying silently as Madam Spirit scurried over. She sensed Phobia's distress and tubbed up against him, very much like a cat would, trying to comfort him. Phobia smiled weakly, picking up his spider and stroking her abdomen, using his other hand to wipe away the tears. Stoppung, Phobia noticed the blood on his hand, Mei's blood . . . clenching his bloody hand in a fist, he dropped it to his side and used the other hand to pet Madam Spirit, his only friend . . .

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