Sinner's Parade [PM for Invite]

[Fatal Star Syndrome]

(( Don't ask Sora TTwTT Sora doesn't want to talk about it. ))

[Tianuki]

((LOL!))

[Stray Dog]

{(I am not just emo . . I am SADISTIC
I also lol Sora . . . okay, guys, don't ask Sora. I think Sora is depressed enough with my idea X3)}

[Tianuki]

((Poor Sora! I'm leaving for good soon, after I change my sig a bit.

[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 swallowed, gasping as she was forced out from The Director's carriage. "Such a cheerful person." Lex muttered, looking to Elise before climbing up and into the Preformer's Carriage as flawlessly as she could - stumbling sightly as she made it up. Lex glanced around for a moment before movng herself away from the door and sitting herself down, her back leant up against the uncomfortable surface of the carriage wall. Lex brought her knees in, wrapping her arms around them before laying her head down on top of her patella's.
Lex exhaled quietly, feelng slightly guilty for denying her 'friends' food. They were probably all starving. And Lex had ruined that - she had forced starvation upon them. Lex swallowed once more - trying her best to keep all the pessimistic thoughts from her head. Although this failed, the thoughts remained but Lex managed to ignore them to an extent.

Most people were interacting in small clusters. Something tht made Lex feel remotely happy - At least they had found a past time, something to take their minds off everything else. Lex slowly raised her head, her gaze sweeping once around the carriage - deliberatly skipping the sillohete of Mei in the shadows. The poor girl.

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

[Iilyda]

Dale Linn

Dale watched Mei nervously from where he stood, deciding to take a few tentative steps forward. He was silent while Mei finally spoke, battling over what he could possible say to her. He hardly knew the girl, but she looked so miserable. Dale just hated that. He wanted Mei to know he didn't think worse of her at all, for what she was, but that was just too awkward a conversation to pose. But then Styles spoke, and Dale found himself coming up short. So he could speak. All of a sudden, Dale found himself shamefully jealous of Mei - that Styles had graced her with the gift of his voice and not him. That just proves the measure of your worth, eh? Dale thought harshly to himself. He tried to brush the envy away.

But Dale's mind was still wrapped around Mei's question: "Why am I alive?" That was Dale's question - he'd asked it so many times. But for a different reason than Mei, perhaps. Dale wasn't going to wait for the Director to end his life. He pushed thoughts of suicide away, though, remembering that Styles was sitting on the ground just in front of him. Maybe, for now, the idea of Styles would be why he was alive.

Seeing that Mei was still covered in blood, and that she seemed incapable of wiping it off successfully, Dale gathered up a cluster of broad-leaves in one hand and yanked them from his body. He allowed a small gasp of pain, brushing away the white and sticky sap-like blood that spurted from the small wound, and bent down far enough to extend the leaves to Mei. "Here," he said quietly, touching the leaves to Mei's shoulder so she might know where they were. "For the blood."

{I'll post for Honey later.}

[Fatal Star Syndrome]

Styles was quiet where he sat, legs crossed in front of himself. Though he was both watching and listening to Dale and the boy's small act of kindness, he had absentmindedly slipped off a glove and was tracing his pale lips. It was a wonder to him, where that voice had come from; it hadn't sounded like himself at all. He refused to believe he had forgotten the sound of his own voice, but it almost seemed like he had. Although Styles was interested in this small voice of his, he had already decided not to speal again, having become unsettled with his own words. It was strange though, now that he had found a voice, his endless amounts of thoughts that had always pressed to become voiced were lost in this strange curiosity of his.

The young magician turned his head to better face Dale and Mei, peering from behind his unnaturally coloured hair. He knew he felt some sort of sadness for the girl, but he hadn't even tried to do anything helpful like Dale was; the thought forced another apology to mind. There was little else he could do but ignore it, not wanting to be filled with a voice that only answered to sorry feeling that filled him.

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

[Solanum]

Nat blinked at Lex, growling softly as she opened her jaws. Her fangs gleamed in the dim light that was let in through the open door to the carriage, her eyes dark and dangerous. She wa no longer the little girl she once was... She was no longer afraid of what could happen to her, she didn't fear death, not even by Leechy. Stamping her back hoof at Lex, she roared in anger, twitching her ears. 'Come on, feed us. How long are you going to keep us waiting?' She was getting impatient... How much longer could she fight if she was losing her strength...

I can't escape this hell | So many times I've tried | But I'm still caged inside

[Iilyda]

Honey Mae

Honey looked up at Nat's roar, her eyes finding Lex where she stood observing everyone else in the carriage. Honey had a dislike for just about anyone who might edge her wrong, but, as was mentioned before, she had an unbridled hatred of pretty girls. Honey ran a hand over the spikes of her blue hair thoughtfully, her mouth twisted into a grimace. Girls like Mei and Lex made beauty look easy in a way it never had been for Honey. Especially when Honey's looks were all that got her money for food at the end of a week. She was so full of anger, and unable to direct at just one entity of her life. Honey wanted to blame everyone, but she didn't even know what she was blaming everyone for anymore.

A sharp pain like a needle piercing flesh stung Honey's forearm, and when Honey reached out to scratch it, her hand froze. Irawrath had risen to the surface of her skin. His presence alone was burning her flesh, as if trying to blaze a hole right through it into their world. Honey quickly covered Irawrath's raging face up with her palm, as if hoping to contain him.

[Peaches]

{(I am not just emo . . I am SADISTIC
I also lol Sora . . . okay, guys, don't ask Sora. I think Sora is depressed enough with my idea X3)}

[[Does it has to do with Mei's shadow?? O.o
I've finished chibi mion! ^w^ going to do the others the day after tomorrow.
I'll be supeer busy tomorrow(chinese new year) ufufufuu going to collect angpao(red envelope filled with money) at my relative's house >D]]

A girl's silhouette emerged at the opening of the carriage, from the corner of her eyes Mion knew it was Lex. No dinner for tonight either huh... Even without food Mion wouldn't starve, she got her sugary sweets. Reminded of her only fuel, she checked her pocket... half-empty... that amount would only last for the night. She growled low while twisting the colorful wrapper open, popping in another candy into her mouth. One wasn't enough, her delicate hand slipped into her pocket intending to take one more.

Nat's angry roar flinched her, incidentally the cage she's sitting on was Nat's cage, irritated by the loud noise, Mion banged on the cage below her slightly making a dent on the steel roof. "Shut up! I'm trying to rest here!" Her hand's sudden movement made her treasured candy fell out of it's place. She tried to grab it but to no avail the candy rolled down the cage, "Now look what you did!" crossing her arms across her chest.