Third Specter; Grim, Grinning Ghost

[grislytragedian]

Characters: John Lalonde and YOU
Setting: Anywhere and everywhere, 10/23 through the end of the event
Format: Starting with action but I'll match if you have the burning need for prose.
Summary: After his Saw-style execution and subsequent loss of his candy, John Lalonde has come back as a ghost with a need to scare people to death. But not until after he goes on a quest for vengeance.
Warnings: People will die.

[Since Rose Egbert was kind enough to broadcast the location of his candy bucket as well as his execution, when John Lalonde revives the next morning he's...not quite right. But look around the tower, what else is new? Save for a number of thick iron chains bound around him, he is no longer corporeal and his eyes are completely blank. The aftermath of his execution has left him with two things: a multitude of tiny shrapnel cuts on his face and torso, and a burning desire for vengeance on a certain puppet-girl.]

[Throughout the week, he can be found floating around the tower, though his mood will vary greatly depending upon when one runs into him...]

((ooc: John is now a real life(?) ghost! This post will act as a catch-all for any interactions with him through the end of the event. Since the first thing he's going to do is hunt down Rose and kill her, he won't kill anybody else who approaches him on the 23rd or 24th. From the 25th onward, however, he'll start giving into his ghostly urges and attempt to kill people by either a) scaring them or b) luring them into one of the deathtraps Rose has set for him because the revenge circle does not stop from spinning. While he is easy to outrun in this state, bear in mind that you run the risk of having your character die by commenting to the last sub thread.))

((Hopefully this makes sense, if you have any questions or want to plot out something specific, feel free to shoot me a PM/IM/plurk.))

Comments

[thornythaumaturge]

[[Indeed he is. She is busy tinkering away with something small and metal. Perhaps a lock? It looked like a lock. And not really paying attention to her surroundings. She is in the zone, knowing just what she needs to make and how to make it and oh this one would be perfect.]]

[grislytragedian]

[Finally.]

[A wide smirk crosses John's face as he follows the sound of the tinkering. And sure enough, at the end he finds Rose. Perfect. No wait, double perfect because she's very clearly not paying attention to anything around, or more importantly, behind her.]

[He glides up behind her, hands becoming corporeal enough for him to pick up the longest of his chains. Last thing he needs is this thing dragging on the floor when he's so close and alerting her to his presence. That and...well you know what they say.]

[An eye for an eye.]

[As much fun as scaring her to death would be, somehow strangling her with a chain seems much more apropos.]

[Wait for it...wait for it...]

[thornythaumaturge]

[[That would be a shame, wouldn't it? All of your skulking around would be completely wasted!

Luckily though, she's still not really paying attention. But she is finished with what she was working on, holding it up to admire it.]]

Perfect. This will do nicely.

[grislytragedian]

[And there it is, the moment he was waiting for. Quick as he can, he brings the chain down over her head and pulls it tight around her neck, drawing her back against her chair. He leans in close, putting his face close to her ear and whispering.]

Hello, Rose. How are the games going?

[thornythaumaturge]

[[That thing she was working on? It was dropped the minute she realized something was wrong. And she realized something was wrong when the chains touched her neck and jerked her back. As he greeted her, her fingers went up to try and grab those chains.]]

We're all having fun. That's how. What are you doing?

[grislytragedian]

I am just trying to have fun too, Rose. Is that such a crime? I thought you wanted to play games now. [He pulls the chains tighter around her neck.]

[thornythaumaturge]

[[And she pulls at them more, trying to spare her breathing.]]

Interesting, this isn't anything like the games I've been playing.

[grislytragedian]

[Oh no, Rose, don't do that! That just makes him pull them tighter!]

Right, because this one is better.

[thornythaumaturge]

[[So if she chokes a little and lets go, will you loosen them up?]]

N-not. Really.

[grislytragedian]

[Nope! But on the plus side, he won't tighten his grip? He'll just leave it where it is.]

Oh but I disagree. See, look! It hasn't even been a full minute yet and I am already having tons of fun. I wonder how many different shades I can make your face turn...can your face even turn blue like this? Hmmm...guess this is one way to find out!

[thornythaumaturge]

[[Well with that suggestion she's wrenching at the chains again. Fuck no is she letting him choke her to death, not without a fight at least.]]

Fuck. O-off!

[grislytragedian]

It's only fair, right? Eye for an eye and all that. Though I guess if I really wanted to even the score, I would give you a loaded puzzle to solve right now. Oooo! Actually that is an amazing idea. Here, solve this riddle and I will let you go, strangle-free.

[He snickers, teeth flashing as he smiles wide.]

Though I begin, I have no end. Yet I can be found at the end of all things. What am I?

[thornythaumaturge]

[[This was stupid. John, you're stupid. But at least she seems to be giving it a lot of thought...

Though eventually she gives up.]]

This isn't anything like the game I played.

[grislytragedian]

Hey, it's as close as I can get on such short notice, alright? Tick tock, tick tock! Better come up with the answer quickly though. That's the only way you can escape with your life, after all!

[thornythaumaturge]

Fuck you! [[Oh you make her so angry you bastard ghost. Don't mind her as she struggles some more.]]

Is it time?

[grislytragedian]

Nope! But I am feeling generous, so I will let you guess a few more times. After all, you were kind enough not to put a time limit on my bomb. The least I can do is return the favor.

[sarcasm.jpg]

[thornythaumaturge]

Gee thanks. [[Asshole. Okay, let's think...what can you find at the end of all things...?]]

Does it happen to be...the letter s? [[She's so good at this look at her go.]]

[grislytragedian]

Good guess, but I'm afraid not.

[thornythaumaturge]

Dammit. [[Fuck what could it be?

...oh...maybe...]]

Is it death?

[grislytragedian]

[His grin threatens to split his face in two as his voice drops to a whisper.]

Appropriate, no?

[Predictably, he doesn't keep his promise to let her go, and instead pulls the chain around her neck as tightly as he can, leaning away from her for extra leverage. Nighty night, Rose.]

[thornythaumaturge]

[[That leaves her clawing at her neck and the chains and then searching for him or his arms or anything that could possibly get him to let go. Fuck her for not having her book right in reach. She tries to hold what breath she got in before he tightened the chains but...that's not going to last her long.]]

[grislytragedian]

[Didn't he warn you about always being prepared with your weapon, Rose? Not that he's complaining about it this time since her inability to attack him only makes things easier.

[Unfortunately, she won't find much of anything to hold onto as she claws. With the exception of his hands on the chain, John is completely intangible.]

I really hope you learned your lesson from all this. Games are fun and all, but nobody likes a cheater, Rose. Nobody.

[thornythaumaturge]

[[Oh if she could say the things she wants to say to you. In fact, she even tries, but mostly what comes out are choked sounds and the air she was holding. Not that it was doing her much good in the end anyway; she was already starting to lose her strength.

Mark her words, John. She will get you back for this.

Feebly she tries to pull the chains away from her neck again, but that ends pretty quick as she passes out.

Yet another experience she can later add to her death scrapbook. Being strangled to death by the ghastly apparition of your best friend. Hopefully this doesn't leave any marks!]]

[grislytragedian]

[Who knows. Those are some pretty thick chains and he was pulling pretty hard. There may very well have been some bruising. Not that it matters since it'll be gone by the time she revives tomorrow.]

[John laughs quietly as she goes limp, though he has to get the last word in...]

Game over.

[And with that, he pulls his chains away and leaves the workshop. Revenge is sweet.]