#mike 01

[paaperboats]

If someone were to walk into the Shrike’s Nest that night, they would be greeted by the sound of a woman’s voice; an almost haunting hum filling the air. Accompanying her wordless songs were an array of futuristic sounds; seemingly misplaced in the theme of the restaurant, and yet, the crowd watched her as if she was meant to be there. Perhaps she was a strange sight to some-- a wooden sword propped up on the stage next to her as she stood at her microphone, eyes closed to the world around her.. but as her humming came to a close, the patrons around her clapped their hands and cheered.

Once upon a time, Red would have been singing her songs-- but this was the most she could do these days, and she wouldn’t take the opportunity she was given for granted.

[ Good show tonight. ] after waving her thanks to those around her, she began to clean up her set; only pausing to smile when she heard a familiar male voice speak out to her. She tilted her head at her sword, the glowing red orb incrusted inside beating with every word it spoke. [ Think I saw some new faces in here. Maybe you’ll get a couple new fans. ]

                                                         (    ;△ @motorcitymutt​​     )

[tyrantofnoxus]

All around Swain were the wreckages of a world, strewn in sand and visibly in disarray. Walking between the buildings, not visibly struggling with the ever shifting dunes, the general wondered to what purpose he had been brought here. What purpose they had all been brought here. There were so many walking these paths at the edges, and it was fascinating to wonder where they had come from and what they would do.

However, what fascinated him most were the horseless carriages. They had to run on some kind of energy source, or else the creatures that drove them forward were hidden from sight. Swain had attempted to interrogate his driver but the man had been frustratingly mum on the hidden mechanisms of the vehicle. It was time to do his own investigation.

Standing directly in the road, in the path of the cars, Swain was waiting for one to try and collide with him. Was it an angry unthinking beast? Were the drivers attached to the vehicles? Who knew. But here he was, waiting for what would happen. Someone probably needs to pull grandpa out of the road.

@antifazbear

[cosmooze]

@motorcitymutt​

“Oh yeah? All right, I’ll be right down!” Was the end of her phone conversation before she went rushing down the apartment to meet the arrival outside. She’d found someone who was happy to go looking around for basically any and everything as long as you paid them some dust. How handy! Much better than doing the entire thing herself. 

She scanned around and there was only one person that looked to be waiting, so; “Hi! Mike? You’re Mike right? Nice to meet you!”

“Thanks for coming! Did you get what I asked for?” 

[gancheann]

@altiorasemper​

That young man really wasn’t here... Neither were any of the homestay girls. It wasn’t something she’d ever admit out loud, but she was missing them... Sentimentality, a terrible affliction for one such as her. At the very least this city wasn’t so bad.

Though, things had seemed a little... Off, these past few days. More people looked confused. Also, there was more children? Strange indeed. She was terrible at interacting with children. This one didn’t look so young at least, and their sense of style.... Oh, she was staring.

“Oh. Uhh... Erm...”

“W-worry not, mortal..! I am not here to take you to the other side, I was simply admiring your apparel... Excellent work, yes.” 

[mechanicaldance]

@antifazbear

Ballora stood posed outside in a park under a large tree, raised arms before crossing beneath her bust. A completely normal scene if there wasn’t a phone smashed beside the animatronic. However delicate the ballerina was meant to be, her large size was no match for such small electronics, hence her frustration at trying to use one. Not that she knew how to use one in the first place.

“Why were we given such an intolerant device?”

[tenxcities-blog]

@antifazbear

She didn’t know where she was. But that was fine. She didn’t know where she was supposed to go, either. 

That was fine, too, she guessed.

A man from a taxi had called her by name- a name she hadn’t heard spoken in years, but she refused his invitation into his cab as impolitely as one could, gathering up her belongings that had been dumped beside her, and running off in what direction best suited her instead, hopping into the highway and taking a running start at going... well, anywhere.

The walk was long, and blaring car horns followed her the whole way there, but she finally found a place off the road; a half-destroyed bus stop with a bench intact enough for two. Sitting down beside a stranger, she worked on tearing the pillows from her pair of shoes so generously given by whatever had dumped her here. Maybe it was strange for a girl to jump barefooted off of the freeway exit to do something like this, but she wasn’t going to confront the stranger. If he wanted to talk, she’d deal with that when the time came.