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towerofanimus2012-10-14 01:36 am
[OPEN] CLOWNING AROUND...AS THE JESTER
Setting: October 14th-17th, media center, cafeteria, anywhere populated, but on the 15-16th especially he'll be located on Floor 13, the Cathedral
Format: Action maybe but mostly witty writing--I can match whatever you throw
Summary: So...you wake up one morning, your back doesn't hurt anymore, stomach is quiet...and then you put on a clown mask for some reason
Warnings:
<small>[Currently, Allen has no idea why he was putting his old clown mask on. It was well kept, in good spirits, but it's a creepy old thing. Especially on someone most decidedly not in a circus anymore. But his muscles are tired but strengthening. A new friend helped with his wounds, bound though they are, he is ready to get some...."exercise".]
[Anyone to spar with was fun with friends and all...maybe the red guy might want to lose some stress...but there are always monsters that are around to be fought and rewards collected. So, Allen decides--let's have a warm up.]
<b>[Populated Area]</b>
[Mr. Walker and his mask can be seen impartially walking past you. Why is he wearing it? His wounds have all but disappeared. His left arm, however, is still bandaged beyond recognition. Fairly winded, his gaze forever forward. Blood--likely not his--partially stains the clown mask but has since been mostly wiped off.]
[Can't quite put a finger on it, but there's a certain allure to his otherwise chilling appearance.]
<b>[Floor Thirteen, the cathedral...]</b>
[Hushed voices, as if from a sermon, can be heard just before entering the old building.]
[A statue of an obscured person of reverence decorates just behind the podium. More than the upper body is shielded from the eyes by a great darkness. Or, perhaps, there was never a top at all.]
[There are bloodstains all around the area. None of it human. Several grisly bits of fluid begin almost a violent dance to the head of the cathedral, small pools and stains leading up to where a darkened figure was standing just before the statue of the revered one. Hooded, blood spattered mostly around the rims of his long coat. Allen places his hand on the statue and looks up and sees it all. Is he in prayer? Or is he just wondering?...]
[He's over at the antique but still usable piano in the corner. Wasn't there supposed to be a pipe organ?...]
[His head bows to no one in particular as he sits down and begins to play it. Spots of blood not his own were rubbed along the floor as he had walked to the piano. It soaked deeper into his outfit as he began playing a soothing, yet not sad, song.]
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...Is it that bad? [She got up again and began to walk towards him. When she was close enough, she leaned forward towards him. Personal space didn't cross her mind. Her hand gently reached to the side his hand clenched on, to see if her suspicion was true.]
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I mean, this "you've been saved" place.
[He blushes. That much skin should be covered.] Do you mind? If something appears, I can still run from it. In fact, I could probably still force it down.
[The feel is that of a bandage beneath the black fabric. That much is just too obvious. What it's covering, on the other hand, is a large scar running down from his collarbone to almost the very end of his pelvis.]
[Allen doesn't struggle. Seemingly by choice.]
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Feeling the bandage under the fabric was enough. Kirika has knowledge of first aid, and for someone to say something like that after a would there...
When the color of his face changed, Kirika leaned away and stepped back with her calm expression. That alone said enough to believe him.]
Same. [She spoke assuring him about the monsters as well. Although she doesn't expect her pistol to be more affective. Kirika stepped back to her pew across from him.] Did you come looking for candy?
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[He puts away the mask on his belt.]
*shake* I don't have any, anyway. Although there may be a piece hidden somewhere in here.
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I see, thank you.
[Without warning, Kirika springs towards the stage. The last thing she wanted to be was a burden.]
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...yeesh...Forgot to get...her name. *groan* [Maybe...next time? That outfit stood out immensely.]
[But now there's that issue with the stairs....what fun!]