#carnivalopen

[monohorde]

Haruna's batteries are low - open

Haruna was no longer crying and had almost completely calmed herself down. She was still sad, but then again, that was to be expected. She and the others would probably be sad for a long time. 

Haruna wanted to hide herself in her room, but that made her think of the first time she was kidnapped. She was too young to remember, but at least she wasn't being forced to kill anyone. Then again, she was their sole captive and was about six. Someone had died, though. A policeman. One of her kidnappers had been wounded, but they didn't die.

Being hugged probably had played a part in calming her down. She had been hugged up before, but not by almost complete strangers. She had no idea on how she was supposed to react to that. Shizuka liked books, didn't he? Maybe she could ask him to pick one of hers. 

She was sitting on a bench, sketchbook in hands. Drawing something would make her feel a bit less miserable. But then again, wouldn't be completely happy insulting for Koneko and Ken? Or maybe not, maybe they wanted others to be happy.

She wasn't even in the mood to draw a weapon.. Maybe she should try another hand at drawing portraits. Maybe draw Koneko or Ken, but she didn't remember their faces well. She probably didn't want to. Some animals or maybe... Hum, Luna Lovegood? Or some other fictional character...

She was drawing when she noticed someone aproaching her. Maybe they could talk or... Something. Maybe talking about random subjects would be a good distracting.

"Hello," she was still smiling, but her voice was less energetic than the usual, "I..." she didn't even know what she could possibly say, "We're not alright, but we'll be, right?" she probably shouldn't sound so doubtful.

[monohorde]

Down the rabbit hole

Free, finally! But those carnies terrified her... Well, they'd terrify anyone, really. And what was that envelope about, anyway?

The whole thing looked like something straight out of her father's books.  She decided to check the other envelope around her, and there was something about gluttony in it, too. She felt a bit like Alice just arriving in wonderland. In one of those creepy adaptations.  

 No one was coming for their rescue, right? That shocked Haruna a little, and looks like there were only two ways to escape... Well, officially, maybe they could find a new one. Of course, she wouldn't kill anyone, right? Everything was beyound bizarre...

She had little to no idea on what the hell was going on, other than, unlike she thought up until a while ago, that wasn't just a game and while they'd hopefully be fine, they'd probably have to work hard for it.

She noticed someone aproaching her. Even then, it was a good opportunity to meet knew people, right? Maybe even more so, they'd probably have to work together or something...

"This is definetely some weird cross of Dark Lands and Wonderland..." she said, to the nearest person from her, "This makes no sense whatsoever, and should never be happening in real life," her voice was serious, and there was some fear in it, even if she was trying to hide a bit.

[thedangancarnival]

The carnies are here! Quiver in fear!

A good hour or two passed. Upon Yoite Kasai's mention of it, a group of carnies in various clown costumes danced around the carousel! Their laughter fell upon the ears of every student in the area as they arrived. One of them, a clown with a sad expression, turned the carousel off. Even as one event ended, a new event was about to begin! After all, they were at a carnival. Could the 'fun' really end there?! As soon as the ride stopped, the carnies began to uncuff those who were still on the ride. To those who weren't cuffed any longer however, the carnies felt the need to antagonize them! Do you really think you could escape without their notice? You're the special guests, after all! Everyone has their eye on you! Those few who managed to escape the carousel prematurely received envelopes that had 'Loser' written in blood red ink.  As for those cuffed, they received an enveloped that had the words 'winner' written in blood red ink. What the hell separated the two, exactly? Winners and Losers of what? If you asked a carnies, they might answer, but of course, they could also be lying. Could you take a bunch of crazy antagonizing carnies that seriously?  Regardless of 'winner' or 'loser' status, you find a pair of keys labeled 'bedrooms', as well as your electronic student id card from Hope's Peak. The only difference of course, is that these now have nothing but the carnival rules:  1) You will not be permitted to leave.  2) The only way one could leave is if you successfully become a carnie yourself, or kill another student without issue 3) You may notice that something precious to you is lost. Do not be alarmed! It is missing because you haven't earned it yet, but your things are safely in our possession.  4) We have cut off all forms of communication. Don't even try to ask for help.  5) More rules may apply.  The carnies were there still, displaying different expressions each. They would have more instruction, but good luck having a serious conversation with them.  And now everything has really started, more or less! Another event should come shortly. If you wish to address any carnie, please send an ask to the ask box. We will get to it shortly. Please write an open, reacting to this event, but do not reblog this. And yes: You may continue current threads.

[monohorde]

Curiouser and curiouser...

The lights shine brightly on my face. At first, I thought I was in my bedroom or maybe on a bus, only to realize I was in some kind of carnival.  A very familiar one, at that. Probably a very famous one... One I should have remembered the name. It’s kind of frustrating being supposed to remember something, but not remembering it. 

Handcuffed to a plastic horse? Did that make any sense? Well, most likely not. And I wasn’t the only one, either, there were more people in my situation here. I could recognize some of them... Oh, dear! Where they hurt? Probably not, because I wasn't hurt, but still...

I don't know what's happening, but it's scary and a bit creepy, but also a bit like an adventure.  And I'd like to talk to those people, making friends was fun, no matter the situation you're in!

“Hello? Would anyone here know where we are?” I ask, trying my best to remain calm. Being nervous wouldn’t be very helpful in this situation, after all. Right, Haruna, focus on the adventure aspect of the whole thing.

[shsl-animal-tamer]

Where did my lion go!? [OPEN]

Nanaho awoke to the sound of carousel music and an uncomfortable position on a horse. Wait a minute...Was this horse made of plastic? Wait a minute, Why was she handcuffed on one wrist? The girl changed her postion to something more comfy, feeling for her pocket for something that could help. Nope, Nothing. But there was a scrap of paper there. " Your Sin: Envious of others. Will Envy drive you into madness?" Nanaho tilted her head at this info curiously. Well, this was a certainly curious turn of events. She stuffed the scrap into her pocket and looked around. Students either talking or bickering. 'Were they talking about me? Did I do something wrong? Did I displease them in some way?' Nanaho thought this as she felt for her leash handle nervously. Gone.

"Leon..?" Nanaho twisted her body to look around for something that looked like a big fluffy lion. Nothing. Nothing that looked similar. "Leon..?" She looked the other way. "Leon.." Her free hand clutched the long wavy clumps of hair nervously. "L-Leon...L-LeON!!!" She shook her handcuffed wrist as she tried to get away from the carousel. Repeating, and screaming her lion's name over, and over. In hopes that he would run up out of nowhere and into her (cuffed) arms. She tugged on the handcuff again, creating a red circular marking over the cuffed hand. That wasn't going to help much.

[shslalligatortamer]

What is it now...!? (OPEN)

Feeling disoriented, Matthew snapped awake when his head hit the pole in front of him as his body spasmed awake. He realized quickly that one of his arms was attached to what seemingly was a pole attached to the carousel horse he was riding on. For Matthew, this wouldn't have been the first time he was stuck in a similar predicament in an unfamiliar place feeling like he was having a concussion. Unimpressed, he grunts loudly and says "FUCK" as he tries to yank with all his force the handcuff lose from the pole. He didn't succeed the first time. He sat there, and looked around. Since he could only see out of his left eye he freaked out momentarily when he felt his sides. He then felt and realized he still had his knife to his side still.

He looked around and realized that there were others in a similar situation as him. The lights were bright, and rightly they gave him a headache. Although, his thoughts, he didnt really care at the moment about the others. As a child growing up until this point, he never really socialized with others, especially with people he doesn't even know. So he wouldnt even know how to begin socializing with the others. Last thing he knew was that he was offered a place in an academy. He was excited about it. He always had a passion for learning. But, all he remembered was hearing the good news about getting into the school. Now here he was, handcuffed to a pole on a carosel with a bunch of young looking people near his age. He realized that one of his pockets was bulging, he reached in and pulled out a ticket. It read "Your sin: Lust. How exactly will this sin effect you at this carnival?" With an aggravated expression on his face, he crumpled up the ticket and threw it on the ground. He bellowed "What the fuck is this. Saying my sin is lust. You dont know me whoever you are. You better watch out"

He jerked really hard with all of his strength. As a rugby player and track player as well as alligator wrestler standing a a height of 6 ft 3 at 205 pounds he had a lot of force behind him. Even while his wrist ached a little, he had trained them in his years as a star rugby player to  he become strenghted against these types of things. He had been in many fights in his life, but he was rightly ticked off at this moment. Although, he was not blanentely angry, his anger welled up inside of him. He screamed "FUCK THIS" As he said that he channeled all of his strength into it and yanked the pole up out of its socket as it bent and snapped in the middle to release his wrist with the cuffs still attached. With that in mind, he grabbed his knife from its holster and unlocked the cuff away from his wrist. He stood up off of the horse, rolled up his jacket cuffs which revealed his tattoos and scars and walked a few steps away from the horse he was on. He put on a stern face, but he was now beginning to calm down as he looked around and saw people moving about.

[sugarbabyneaux-blog]

Ahem~ (OPEN)

This wouldn't have been the first time Stephanie had woken up in a strange place, but a carousel was definitely different.

She stumbled off the porcelain horse, legs unsteady and cramped. Her wrist protested though, and as soon as she hopped off she was yanked back by... Was that a handcuff?!

She wrinkled her brow. Well, weirder things did happen in Reno...

Had there been come kind of party? She was groggy, yeah, but it wasn't a hangover (she all of people knew what that was like.) She didn't recall any invite, no drinks, no dancing... Her head was a buzz with question after question; what had happened? How long was she out?

And how the hell did she end up at a carnival? 

She looked around, and noticed the motley group of kids that littered the ride. They looked about just as out of it as she felt. Maybe there had been a rager, after all... 

She cupped a dainty hand to her mouth, and called out to the nearest person, "Yoohoo! Excuse me, dollface? Would'ya care to tell me where I am, exactly?"