#mayhemweek

[plasticheartspaperplanes]

a pretty topper to match the mad hatter kinda week . . . . . . . . . . #madhatter #mayhemweek #herewego #funtimes (at Rue de la Madeleine) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2xgRnVHNXo/?igshid=1rs54zkudxj95

[forchucksake]

What Lurks In the Dark

Exhausted, Chuck trudges through the entrance to the garage, his feet dragging indolently behind him. It's been a long day and he's glad to be back home, where he can bury his encounter with Mayhem behind cozy blankets, a warm shower and tempting food. He's starving and it honestly feels like eons since he's sat down and eaten something other than the saltine crackers he had stuffed into his mouth earlier that morning.

It's incontrovertible, the gurgling sounds his stomach makes, protesting with every languid step he takes. The programmer's face twists and he shushes the protesting growls with the length of his forearm. Ugh. He could really go for a huge slice of gooey pepperoni, or those julienne fries from Antonio's, heck, he'd settle for Jacob's food if it meant settling his covetous stomach. Pulling himself up the last step Chuck lets out an appreciative sigh. The neon lights burn brightly above his head, their fillement crackling as he passes beneath them. He rounds the corner, staring quietly toward the vacant dining area. What was their usual hangout spot now seems depressingly deserted. Where was everyone? Swiveling his head in the adjacent direction he can see through the doorway and down the darkly lit hallway, bathed in dusky shadows that swallow up the distance like an enormous gaping mouth. "Heeellllloooo?" He calls out. His stomach joins him and the blonde places his hand over his conversational gut. "Dude, is anyone home?" 

[youknowyouwantthedee]

Duke wasn’t his first choice to turn to but Mike knew that the man had extensive surveillance equipment around the city, if anyone could help him locate his missing friends, it was the Duke. “Duke?...Hay Duke are you here” Odd. The mansion seemed empty, usually it was busy with life, Duke’s henchmen running around, or the man himself bursting out to greet him. “Duke listen, I need your help, something’s wrong, s-something’s different”

Oh?

And what was this?

The blond-brunet crawled out from under one of his prized limos, eyeing this intruder with an insatiable interest.

Ahh, so it’s Mike Chilton.  Oooh, that boy always had such great legs. Lean, and long— perfect running legs.  And they looked fantastic with boots, too.  (Probably had some wonderful feet— no, stop, Duke, your getting yourself too excited.) Maybe today wouldn’t be a waste, after all.

Duke draped himself over the dusted stretch limo and kicked two of his abnormally long legs into the air, and hid the other two from view.  He propped his chin up with his hands, and gave the Burner a wicked, lopsided grin.

“Why, hello there, Mr.Chilton,” his showman’s voice was gravelly, like he’d been sick— which was actually quite true— those dastardly fumes had wrecked his vocal chords, along with his usually perfect skin.  Fortunately for him, it was difficult to make out the ugly, sickly green tone to his features.  ”What brings you all the way over here, hmmm?”

[youknowyouwantthedee]

Some things you should know about Mayhem!Duke

ALRIGHT, GUYS, IT'S MAYHEM WEEK 

For those who don't know what I'm talking about, it just means that I and other Motorcity RPers are going to be crazy fucked up versions of our characters.  All posts done in this week are going to be MAYHEM related, UNLESS you say otherwise.  Already existing threads will not be effected. 

If you want to interact with May!Duke, here are some things you need to know:

He has four legs, usually.  Sometimes he will have more (it really depends on his mood), but the LEAST he will have is four

The usual legs he uses are metal, and they make him extensively taller than almost anyone he runs into.  If you piss him off, he'll also use them to stomp you into ground, and since they're metal, it's going to hurt like a bitch

Like the regular Duke, he collects legs.  Unlike the regular Duke, May!Duke collects real legs.  If your muse is tall, or at least leggy, Duke will try to take their legs

This Duke isn't into mongering-- it's strictly collecting.  He's most interested in anything shiny, or sparkly, or car parts

He will NEVER leave his territory.  When you talk to him, DON'T assume you're at your place.

If you do find yourself confronted with May!Duke, the only way out [alive, anyway] is schmoozing.

He has a violent, bipolar-esque temper. One wrong word, and you're probably going to meet the sole of his shoe(s)

May!Duke's overall appearance is sickly- his skin is paler, almost greenish.  His nails are cracked and yellowed, and there's always blood on his shirt (whether from victims or old woulds remains a mystery).  Though he doesn't have pointed teeth like the other Mayhems,  they're still incredibly dangerous.

And finally, yes, he does eat people.  Only people that are below him, mind you (and that's mostly everyone, btw)

[youknowyouwantthedee]

MAYHEM WEEK ANON GO GO GO

[[FUCK YEEEAAHHH]]

The mansion is dark and, though still splendorous, is in shambles.  The gold trim of his abode is covered in dust, and the magnificent self portraits are torn from the walls.  It’s as still as the grave, and the floor is littered with treasures— shiny car parts, broken watches and jewelry, mirrors and old currency.  Cars, dusted and stationary yet still in perfect condition line a blood-stained runway carpet.  But the vast halls of the mansion are empty.

Or, at least, almost empty.

There, up a seemingly endless stairway, sits a throne.  And perched on that throne is a lanky man clad in red, his fingers steepled as he stares blankly over his red shades at the emptiness before him.

 It didn’t used to be so empty in here.  It used to be thriving in nightlife, some luxurious shindig that boomed against the murky tone of this godforsaken city.  A real sight for sore eyes.

But really, it’s not so bad— it’s still a party.

There’s just a lot more screaming.  And far fewer guests.

Because the unfortunate sods that stumble into the Duke’s territory doesn’t look at the greasy blond-brunet hair, or the sickly pallor of his skin.  Hell, it’s not even the blood that speckles his white tank.

No, what sends them into a panic are those four metal, spindly legs that spring to life as the Duke ambles towards, hunched over and grinning wickedly at them, an eerily straight teeth in perfect view.

Now he’s idling down the steps, four pristine gators kicking the dirt up.  

He’s bored.

Maybe he should try attaching more legs.  Maybe he should go out for a walk.

…Yeah.  Maybe he’ll run into some poor, lost fly.

That might be fun.

[gunchuckin]

Mayhem Night Week Texas info based on mayhem-night-mike's AU headcanons

Due to a fear virus unleashed by the Terra Dwellers, Texas has undergone a few notable changes this week.

• excessively violent (even more so than usual) with sudden, often dramatic, emotional changes

• believes there are "candy enemies" after him and that he must eat them before they eat him

• has frequent hallucinations that others around him are said candy enemies, sometimes even close friends

• because of these hallucinations he mistakes human beings for sugary threats and attacks/kills/eats them

• highly destructive and overly affectionate (more so than usual)

• on top of enhanced speed and strength, he has sharp teeth and a bone-crushing bite

• lapses in and out of sanity; he's capable of acting "normal" until he suspects an enemy is near

• he hasn't started eating himself yet but to make sure he hasn't contracted some kind of candy virus that's slowly turning him into a gummi bear, he occasionally chews on his hands and arms