clara llewellyn set fire to the rain. (claraty) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-11-13 08:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, ! plot: horror, callum nightingale, clara llewellyn, ~ horror: abandoned fairgrounds |
WHO: Callum Nightingale & Clara Llewellyn
WHAT: Clara falls into the fairground dreamscape and Callum tackles a foe she didn't see!
WHEN: Day 4 of the Horror Plot, just as the battle begins. Monday in the real world?
WHERE: Abandoned Fairground (Dreamscape).
WARNINGS: BADASS!CLARA. SASSY!CALLUM. FIRE. MACHETES. VIOLENCE.
STATUS: Complete.
Oomph, went Clara as she landed after falling through the darkness past the chaos into -- Well. Not Wonderland, that was for sure. She barely had half a second to take in her surroundings, when a clap of thunder rumbled overhead, followed by a streak of lightning, illuminating the faces of-- Were those clowns? Clara hopped to her feet, snatching up a spare machete from the ground and backed away from the nearing menace. She felt something brush against her leg, and her eyes widened in fear as she turned to glance to her right. What was that, even? she wondered, willing for it to simply combust. Just as she did, small flames appeared on the sleeve of her new enemy, and suddenly filled with hope instead of the almost-too-familiar fright, Clara grinned. The ground shaking was not a welcome sign, Callum knew all too well what that led to and although he’d managed to escape yesterday’s (was it yesterday? It felt long enough ago to have been a whole day but the moon still had not moved since the first night, time was not normal here) carnival game escapade scathe free but he was sure he would not be as lucky this time. If there was one thing he had learnt since arriving in this nightmare it was that everything got worse each time it was encountered, such as the moving mannequins and creepy swans in the Tunnel of Luv. He followed the lead of the others in his group, running, trying to avoid ending up in another game of torture, but instead of the ground falling out from beneath him as he’d expected, people started popping up everywhere. It was like a reverse of the first day (when it had actually been day. Callum missed the sun), instead of the crowds disappearing they were reappearing, but this time it wasn’t random carnival goers but what seemed like a never ending stream of monsters. He spotted some familiar faces among the crowd though, including Clara, setting some monster on fire. As he watched he spotted another enemy coming up behind her, unbeknownst to her. Not sure what else to do he ran towards it, tackling it to the ground, glad that he’d picked up rugby again since coming to IVI. It wasn’t enough to stop it completely but it had prevented it from attacking Clara. “Bit of help?” he asked Clara as he wrestled with it on the ground. Clara heard the commotion behind her well before she saw it -- and by the time she'd turned around, the cute new guy was already on the ground tackling a... actually, she wasn't sure what that was either, but it was definitely evil looking! She raised her machete and struck it right in the skull. Her stomach twisted a little at the sick sound of the blade digging through flesh and bone and reeled back in disgust as she realised she'd just ended up splattered in blood and gore. "Here." She quickly relinquished the bloody blade into Callum's care. She much preferred fire. “Cheers,” Callum replied, happily taking the machete, glad to no longer be unarmed in this situation. He wasn’t scared of fighting, even if usually he was a more peaceful person, but he didn’t think his bare hands would do much against these things. “You okay,” he asked her, getting up off the ground, blade at the ready in case anything else got too close. She seemed to be and had definitely proved capable of taking care of herself but he felt the need to check on his friend anyway. “Welcome to the Fairground,” he added. “Maybe later I’ll give you a tour.” "I'm--" She glanced down at her hands. They were still burnt and blistered, thanks to that horrid demonic girl they'd tried to oh so nicely rescue from the basement. Fucking George Cooper. "I'm fine. Is this your dream? What happened to the cabin?" “Cabin?” Callum repeated, no idea what she was talking about. There’s never been a cabin in the fairground, if there had been they could’ve slept there instead of in the Tunnel of Luv or out in the field. “It was,” he answered, “But there were a lot less of these things,” he gestured to all the enemies with his knife, “before you got here.” "I was in a cabin. In the woods. The woods were kind of pretty, until there was like. Demonic laughter coming from them, so that was seriously creepy -- also, I think they like, tried to eat Brad and Kit--" She broke off, hurling a fireball at an oncoming clown. Why were there clowns? Clowns were not monsters! They were meant to make people laugh!! Mr Cooper had a very strange imagination, indeed. Woods sounded nice, minus all the creepy things Clara was describing, he was almost jealous of her nightmare, though he had gotten to spend a day on rides and playing games before things got creepy so his nightmare hadn’t been too bad either. Clara’s fire power was impressive, he was amazed how easily it took down the clown. “Looks like you’ve got things covered here,” he said, turning his gaze from the burning clown to her. As much as he would’ve liked to stay around talking to Clara, watching her burn the monsters with such ease, he also wanted to get involved but with a power like omnilingualism he couldn’t help unless he got closer to the creatures. Now that Clara had given him a machete he felt he should actually go use it. “Keep safe, yeah?” She nodded tersely, eyes fixed on the battle that had already begun to pick up around them between their classmates and the monsters. She spotted George Cooper, standing in the thick of it all, and fired up another ball of flames remembering the doll she'd burned what felt like only an hour ago. Maybe, just maybe if she got a shot at Cooper, they'd all finally wake up. It was his dream, wasn't it? He was the real foe here. "You too," she replied a little distractedly and disappeared into the thick of the fight -- a bright spark in a dark and gloomy battleground. |