Life's no fun without a good scare

[thalassino]

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



hel pm e


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.


Who is next?


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. ]

Comments

[booyaka_boom]

*Selphie slowly lets go of him and nods gently towards the writing*

I didn't think so.

*And yes, somehow she's smiling a little*

[contemptibility]

[...]

Is that so? That's quite a bit of faith, considering what you've seen of me.

[booyaka_boom]

*Yes, Tiir, Selphie is actually winking at you*

Nah! You're more clever than all of this.

[contemptibility]

Oh? More clever, am I?

[booyaka_boom]

Hm.. I think so.

[contemptibility]

Then how do you think I would handle this sort of thing?

[There's no real ulterior motive here—he's honestly just curious, since in all honesty, he was expecting to be a suspect.]

[booyaka_boom]

Well... For all the mess it made, this is kinda...neat. I've seen you eat before, and you just leave the mess as it is. Besides, I kinda have you down as classier to start writing random stuff with blood..

[contemptibility]

[... Heh. He laughs lightly at that.]

I don't know if I would call it class, but you're correct. Personally, I don't see the point in going through the trouble.

[... It's a bit weird to talk about killing, when Tiir is trying to convince himself that it's wrong, after meeting Minato—but at the same time, he never felt that way in his life before arriving here, so he can't help the nonchalance.]

In any case, if I were going to write poems about it, I would at least follow through.

[booyaka_boom]

*Selphie just nods and looks down at her feet, which are shifting slightly. Maybe this was a little awkward to talk about. Still, she glances back up at him and smiles*

I'll keep that in mind.