Mao Sakibou (fuckingcatboy) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-05-14 19:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | damphyr |
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Who: Mao and Mason.
When: Friday 3am.
Where: The amusement park, around the haunted house?
What: Mason falls victim to Mao's annoyingness.
Warnings: Foul language because its Mao and Mason here, people.
Another night gone by, smooth and without disaster. Mao was sure that eventually some dumb ass human would get their head torn off one day, and when it did happen, he wanted front row seats. Not that he had anything against humans, most of the amusement park goers didn't treat the mutant performers all that bad. The people were here for the carnival like atmosphere, the rides, games, and freak shows. If they wanted blood, they just went to the arenas. It was kind of like being some big awesome wild animal. Some people liked to see them in action, attacking things, other people liked to simply admire them in the zoo, yanno?
The crowds had thinned, and what was left of them was being swiftly herded out by the guards and other workers. Revolve loves its schedules, everything has to be done on time, yatta yatta. Even the visitors were subjected to those rules, at least. Mao wiped sweat from the back of his neck, it was muggy and hot even at three in the morning. Doing acrobatics, juggling, and dancing where ever you went didn't help with staying cool. Mao loved it though, he was one of the lucky ones, a 'free range' performer. He entertained people waiting in lines for other things, he basically could go anywhere and do anything he wanted, as long as he was putting on a show while he did it.
Seeing how he had a little bit of spare time before everyone was sent back to their cells, he decided to do even more wandering around. His energy was boundless. It was either severe A.D.H.D. or part of his mutation, he couldn't tell, and neither could anyone else it seemed. His boots clanked as he bounced along, purposely dragging the steel plates of the soles to make sparks. They were impressive in the dark, though they didn't look like much in the day. His attire was a sort of...nouveau clown meets street rat. His face was powdered pale, cheeks rouged subtly, not those big ol' red circles. Black smudgy eyeliner was highlighted with electric green shadow, his multicolored hair teased and moussed to fluffy perfection. He wore a striped tie and stripped pants cut off at the knee to show off his purple combat boots. Black goggles with blue lenses sat on the top of his head, black tank top littered with varying sized and colored neon stars, fingerless gloves, and, of course, he wore suspenders. Mao thought he looked pretty cool.
He was making a beeline for the haunted house, it was his favorite attraction, he was a big fan of horror movies and zombie video games. And, well, Thriller. Another bonus was that the mutants who worked it were always such gloomy weirdos, it was great!