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vatheon2012-03-27 04:15 pm
thalassino) wrote in vatheon2012-03-27 04:15 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- akihiko sanada,
- akise aru,
- amane kuzuryu,
- anise tatlin,
- aradia megido,
- axel,
- bad girl,
- bianca,
- billy iketani,
- bugs bunny,
- chie satonaka,
- ciel phantomhive,
- cielo,
- conan edogawa (shinichi kudo),
- desu mc (katsu aoki),
- dizzy,
- duzell,
- expatriate darkleer,
- gamzee makara,
- gankyuu eguriko,
- grell sutcliff,
- guy cecil,
- heather mason,
- ion,
- italy (feliciano vargas),
- jacob,
- james sunderland,
- kanaya maryam,
- karkat vantas,
- ky kiske,
- minato arisato,
- mishina eikichi,
- mitsuhide akechi,
- morte asherah,
- muraki kazutaka,
- pharos,
- ran mouri,
- red heavy,
- red medic,
- reisuke houjou,
- riku,
- rinoa heartilly,
- ruca milda,
- sebastian michaelis,
- shelly greenhill,
- shizuo heiwajima,
- squall leonhart,
- tiir rumibul,
- tsuzuki asato,
- yosuke otoha,
- yukari takeba,
- yuno gasai,
- zelda (ocarina of time)
Life's no fun without a good scare
It starts some time around 3am, Tuesday morning. Thin whispers of fog start appearing all throughout Vatheon, creeping through the narrow, winding streets, up the steps, and over the park. It starts in the lower district, but as the night progresses and daylight approaches, it spreads to the other districts as well, growing thicker and thicker as it does. By the morning rolls around, the mist is thick enough that visibility has been compromised greatly, and the temperature seems to have dropped a few degrees, an odd chill filling the air.
And on the walls, there are stains.
They are infrequent at first, just a odd ruddy brown smear and a oddly bright red drop here and there, but the closer to the Plaza, the more numerous they become. There is a large smear across the steps leading up to the Plaza, as if something big was dragged up them. In one place the blood -- for it is blood, there is no deny it at this point -- pools thickly as if whoever was responsible took a casual break there, leaving the poor victim to bleed out on the steps.
On the plaza, the mist is thinner, but that is no relief. Rather, it just functions to make the gruesome scene all the more clearer.
A woman is draped upside down on the coral. Or, well, woman. It was once a woman, certainly, but now it is nothing more than something straight out of a nightmare. The flesh seems to have been torn carelessly from her limbs here and there, showing the white gleam of her bones, her nurse outfit torn as if raked apart by giant claws and her head...
well, it isn't there anymore.
The ground in front of her is smeared with blood as well. But where the previous smears had been accidental, these are deliberate, long lines curving and meeting to spell out
But no help had been forthcoming, clearly. No, it seems that this murder, this brutal murder, was nothing more than a game to whoever did it. The walls of the buildings surrounding the plaza are coated in bloody, spelling out a long string of mocking 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA's and directly in the center, behind the coral.
The notice board seems to have been hit too. The killer did not tear down any of the notices on the board already, but they did cover the entire board with blood-stained sheets of paper, each adorned with the same text over and over and over again.
Chop chop, sweet Charlotte
Chop chop till she's dead
Chop chop, sweet Charlotte
Chop off her hand and head.
For those brave enough to check, no, the poor girl still has both her hands. Was the killer just sloppy, or does this mean this is not Charlotte? So many unanswered questions, more born every passing moment.
Who had done this? Why? Where they going to strike again? And why had nobody heard anything?
[ooc note: Consider this your mingle log. Have fun, go forth, threadjack.
And as a further note, the fog does not seem to be clearing up as the week goes on.
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I've seen it, believe me.
[You don't get much more personal with death than dying yourself.]
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... Though I guess there are always serial killers on the loose in this place.
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[Then she straightens more than she already is, her shoulders rolling back.]
I think I'll look around a little more before heading inside. You do what you want.