Amy Peterson (ripefruit) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-11-29 13:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open (20), !plot (25), amy peterson |
Who: Amy Peterson (Open, but it could serve as a narrative)
What: Having a run-in with a werewolf
When: Backdated to Thanksgiving night
Where: Just outside of the carnival grounds.
Status: In progress / open
Rating: TBA, but nothing bad so far.
Tonight wasn’t a night for late night dance rehearsal. Amy had reasoned that Thanksgiving deserved to be celebrated by good, old-fashioned slacking off. Once she was free she took to wandering the carnival grounds, even straying a little outside of the area she normally stuck to. Along with her was a bottle of tequila she’d been slowly working on since just after she’d smashed the house of mirrors. She hadn’t been reprimanded for her actions and she certainly wasn’t going to ask why. It seemed logical to just move on and repress the fears that came from the eerie funhouse mirrors with the occasional drink. She did feel like sharing with Peter, though, so she went to double back and see if he wanted to talk.
What stopped her was a creepy howling noise as if originating from a pack of wolves. Amy stopped to wonder what kind of wolves would be so close to the carnival grounds. They always set up outside of town, but they weren’t that far away. The howls seemed to be getting closer every time Amy heard them, too, and that made her pick up the pace slightly.
Just as she broke into a near run, something big and hairy lunged in front of her. Amy didn’t have time to question what it wanted, she figured it was safe to assume that it wanted to rip her apart. For something with canine features, it was pretty easy to read. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be its meal or just a violent distraction, but she knew she was going to wind up dead if she didn’t do anything.
She tried to zigzag away from the thing, but its legs were longer than hers and even though she was a high school track star she couldn’t seem to escape. It was then that she glanced down at the bottle of tequila she held, splashing here and there with every move she made. It occurred to her just briefly that it was a shame to waste alcohol she’d purchased with her wages, but she smashed the bottle to turn it into a weapon. There was no grace in her movement as she flailed, trying to stab or cut the monster and hopefully scare it away. Finally, she made a slash on its arm. It let out some yelp that somehow sounded more annoyed than intimidated. The creature snarled at her and Amy pulled back, eyes wide with fear. It seemed to work, though, as the giant monster loped back off into the distance.
Amy took some time to catch her breath, letting what had just happened sink in. She let the broken tequila bottle fall to the ground with a little thump. It was only a short distance to the housecar. Amy made her way over to it just hoping that Rachel wouldn’t ask too many questions regarding why her roomie was looking disheveled and out of breath.