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station722016-10-02 09:37 am
decommission) wrote in station722016-10-02 09:37 am
Entry tags:
- addison parker [original],
- aoba seragaki [dramatical murder],
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- bruce wayne [batman:telltale],
- clint barton [mcu],
- giorno giovanna [jojo],
- john murphy [the 100],
- lexa [the 100],
- peter parker [the amazing spider-man],
- pidge gunderson (katie holt) [voltron],
- sam wilson [mcu],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- the darkling [grisha trilogy]
PARTY PARTY PARTY
CHARACTERS: Everyone!
WHERE: The streets of Concordia
WHEN: Dusk til just before dawn on DAY 040
SUMMARY: IT'S A PARADE
WARNINGS: Add them to your top levels as necessary etc etc
As from the calendar:
From the mods:
Feel free to use this log for all of your parade day activities!
*moving art piece not included, original characters do not steal
WHERE: The streets of Concordia
WHEN: Dusk til just before dawn on DAY 040
SUMMARY: IT'S A PARADE
WARNINGS: Add them to your top levels as necessary etc etc
As from the calendar:
Confetti! It's a parade! The annual Arista Parade, to be precise. Nominally a part of Aristana, the celebration of the ribbons of life, it's a holiday who's origins are nearly forgotten. Nowadays it's a big, raucous celebration pretty dedicated much entirely to drinking and partying. Almost all those in attendance will be wearing ribbons tied around their hair, their wrists, off of their belts and the edges of their sleeves. Pull one off, and you will be rewarded with a kiss - on the cheek, usually. The parade itself showcases a number of performers, costumes, and moving art pieces. It's route covers a number of the main streets of town (which will be closed, sorry traffic), and it lasts from dusk till nearly dawn on DAY :040. Have fun, if it's your kind of scene.
From the mods:
No notable NPCs are present at the parade - at least not in any official capacity. However if anyone wants to interact with a Concordian native, feel free to make up/interact with any randos you feel like!
Feel free to use this log for all of your parade day activities!
in which cw: mild noncon becomes CW: GORE
He just never expected to suddenly feel like he's in one.
He can't scream no, can't back away against the wall, frozen by the scene that unfolds in front of him. His attacker becomes the attacked as his broodmate, dark-eyed with too many teeth, (like an image he can almost recall from a nightmare) drenches them in red. It splatters them, across Petre, across Aoba's arms and hair and wide-eyed vision, though he can't look away, horrified.
Unconsciously he reaches for the Nest, alarm sounding in his head amplifying to full panic that any host in the city could be (should be) able to hear. A mental scream to stifle the one catching in his throat. Eventually the man's hand against his arm goes slack with the rest of him, and as he slumps to the ground, Aoba's hands find his mouth and clamp tightly over it.
There are no comprehensible words between his and Petre's minds. Only fear, shock, and an odd mixture of what he thinks is Petre's satisfaction at being able to help bleeding through. It makes Aoba's stomach twist, his mind and body revolting against conflicting desires. The desire to run and desire to feast. To scream or offer praise.
Perhaps it's a good thing in the long run - it prevents him from screaming outloud. Instead he turns and wretches against the wall.
Probably not the 'good job' Petre might have been hoping for. ]
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[He doesn't know what the source of the panic is, exactly - he only knows that Aoba, somewhere, is not at all having the time of his life. There's also a strange feral thrill from Petre which he also doesn't understand either, but they both seem to be coming from the same location.]
[Nathaniel, wanting to avoid another terrible incident, makes his way towards the source (a bit clumsily - he is slightly inebriated at the moment).]
[He's expecting something terrible when he comes across the two in the alleyway. This isn't exactly his definition of "terrible". Nathaniel steps up, hands in pockets, letting out a slight sigh of relief.]
Wow, Petre. [He points to the body on the floor, as if it's just as normal as a stain on the carpet from a fallen mug.] You did this, huh?
[He glances at Aoba, lip curling slightly from the scent of vomit.] Hey, dude, are you doing alright? You're not hurt, are you?
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[ giorno looks exasperated. how can all of you - adults older than he is - be so terrible with regards to killing people and disposing them? in public? he's not even gonna try and figure out what happened in the beginning, he doesn't think it matters. he turns to aoba, and then to the other one - petre? but he looks so different, what is going on? was this his ability from the symbiote? ] Are you going to finish your meal? Otherwise we'll have to figure out a way to dispose of it.
You look like you need to disappear. [ he could've sworn there was a different feeling in the room earlier, a thing with an utterly different face from the one aoba is wearing right now. ] Nathaniel - can you help him - wait - [ he narrows his eyes on him. ] are you drunk?
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But the first one's Nate, so that's not so bad. They can tell he's slightly drunk, and Petre knows immediately that he won't have an issue with what just happened. So he looks down, nods, and wipes his lips with his finger, sucking it between them to clean off the blood. ]
He's fine. I got here just in time.
[ Or he could let Aoba talk for himself. Meanwhile, it's Giorno's turn to arrive. That's not as acceptable as his predecessor - this one scolded Petre for getting high a few days ago - so annoyance worms itself back into the boy's expression. ]
Yeah, he was just having fun. Aoba wasn't, so I helped him. Are you gonna let me finish this, though?
[ He's just. Checking. ]
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He says nothing, barely standing from shaking. He doesn't quite hear their words, his voice still caught in his throat from panic. Like a bad dream, his legs are frozen in place. He wants nothing more than to run - away from Petre with his black eyes and too-sharp teeth, run from Nathan and the new guy's oddly easygoing attitudes, run from the corpse of the man that held him down- ]
Switch with me.
[ A mental voice interrupts, though only Petre is close enough to hear it, being brood. A voice Aoba isn't entirely in control of, but it's clearly his, just... with an edge that doesn't define him. It's accompanied by a stab of mental pain to the head, a violent throb, a rattling of mental bars - one broad enough to effect the other three present.
Aoba staggers back from them, holding himself up on the dirty graffiti wall. He looks ready to be sick again, pale as the body before him is turning. ]
N-no...
[ Whether that's aimed at himself or the others, perhaps only Petre can tell. ]
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[He lets out a snort, stepping up closer to Petre - this is a problem, it is, but hey, it's nothing he and Petre can't fix. It's hardly his first rodeo with getting rid of dead bodies.]
[He doesn't pay that much attention to Aoba, which is a mistake.]
[The sudden throb almost makes him stumble - his eyebrows crease together as he blinks, confused, and glances at the others around him. He really shouldn't have drunk anything. If he hadn't, he'd be more on top of things. But all he can do is speak up, his tone hesitant:]
Hey, what was that? Who's having a headache all of a sudden? [He turns to Aoba.] Was it you, man?
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Stop it, Aoba! Fuck's sake. Take an aspirin sometime.
[ But he did hear that voice, even if no one else did. He doesn't get what it had to do with anything, and he doesn't think it was the magical evil spirit of the man he just bit into. ]
Who's switching with who? Oh - fuck, don't throw up again, come on.