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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-08 18:40:00

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!complete, day 18, location: carnival, open, selene

Management Thread: 8:00AM, Carnival
Who: The Management and OTA
What: Survey collection and funtimes
Where: The Carnival
When: 8:00AM
Rating: Well, that would depend on who shows up

The Management had promised to be making their rounds today. They would be, too.

Spot 1: The Carnival. 8:00. It was 8:00 and the carnival was quiet. The Doctor known as John Smith hadn't slept there last night, and right now he was probably wishing that he had so he could have front row seats to their first encounter with their captors. However, for now, at precisely the stroke of 8:00AM, the carnival was deceptively quiet. No music or games. No fanfare. It was just empty paths with empty booths and rides that might have worked once upon a time.

Check your watches, the Management will be here soon enough.

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bulletsandblood
2009-08-09 02:47 am UTC (link)

Selene wanted to get this over with.

Sure, it was daylight, but could it really be called that when it seemed determined to rain all day? The clouds and rain brought a little relief to her, actually, as they meant there was no pesky sunlight to bother her and remind her that she should be strictly nocturnal. Rain also meant her tracks were more easily covered. It would be a good day for hunting, were there proper prey for her to hunt.

She had spent most of the night roaming the forest in search of creatures to kill and chastising herself for becoming so reliant on synthetic blood. Vampires had hunted for well over a thousand years and now, with modern advancements, they had been spoiled. She blamed part of her trouble on the terrain and part on not being used to senses that were cranked up a notch. Some time around 3am she managed to catch a rabbit and though there had been barely enough to make the hunger pains go away it was still fresh blood. She slept, curled up under the cover of some thick bushes, and when she awoke only a few hours later there was something strapped to her left wrist. How the hell they managed to sneak up on her, let alone stick a watch on her wrist without her waking, was beyond her.

So there she was, stalking to the Carnival with her journal tucked safely in her coat to stay dry, intent on getting this strange task done so she could return to looking for food. The Doctor seemed to somewhat offer help if she needed it but that felt beneath the vampire. She didn't care if she had to kill a dozen rabbits, she would manage fine on her own. The first thing she noticed was how eerie it felt, like the forest had for a time the evening before. It made her shoulders tense and she glanced at the watch strapped rather tightly to her wrist. It was time. Part of her was hoping there was simply a box to stick the stupid surveys in and then she could be on her way. It wasn't necessarily fear, but whoever or whatever was in charge of this place unsettled her. While she liked to fight back as much as everyone else in this place? Someone who could easily manhandle a vampire made her worry, and she had no desire to die any time soon.

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teh_management
2009-08-09 02:41 pm UTC (link)

Time to put on the game face.

There was a squeal of hinges as the suit-clad man to be known as the Management stepped out of the center control booth of the merry go round. Carefully shined shoes stepped around the horses and the tigers, a hand running along the back of one of the obligatory benches along the outside before he stepped out onto the moist earth. It had been raining here, after all.

"Selene!" He called with a haughty tone to his voice, crossing his arms. That's right, vampire, he knew who you were. "You're probably looking for me."

If the suited man was guarded it would be impossible to tell from behind those dark glasses. His arms hung loosely at his side, too. Though, there was a sort of forced smile as the Management recalled that he was supposed to be in customer service mode. He wasn't very good at service in general.

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bulletsandblood
2009-08-10 12:37 am UTC (link)

The squealing sound of hinges startled her -- though she managed not to jump -- and she spun toward the sound, eyes bright and fangs pressing against her lip inside her mouth. She wasn't sure which bothered her more, the sight of the man or that he called out her name. Granted, she supposed whoever was behind all this knew exactly who and what everyone was. They certainly seemed to know what she was, judging by the situations she'd thus found herself in. But there was something else about him, something she couldn't put her finger on, and that just made her all the more uneasy.

Selene allowed herself a quiet snarl since she had to hold back from simply attacking. Well, perhaps she didn't have to, but she was fairly certain such an effort wouldn't work out quite the way she hoped. Lunging at lycans and vampires on sight was different as she had centuries to understand precisely how the species worked. He was something different altogether, and the hunter, the survivor at her core told her it was best to observe and note all she could and save retaliation for another day.

She stalked over at a human pace, entire body tense and on guard. As she did one hand pulled the journal out from inside her coat and she held it out once she was close enough for it to be taken from her. She didn't dare come closer than arm's length. "What are you, and why am I here?" Selene didn't expect any sort of real answer but the questions came anyway.

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teh_management
2009-08-10 01:48 am UTC (link)

There was a delicious tension to the vampire that made that smirk linger at the corner of the Management's lips. It was always sort of interesting to see how different people reacted to him. He did have to mentally applaud the creature's restraint, he had actually anticipated that lunge. Then again, she'd only been here for what, three days now? Or was it two? Oh, it was so hard to keep time straight sometimes. Besides, he wasn't in charge of managing the subjects; no, his job was to catalog them; to take the notes his team put together and make sure all the important items made it into their files.

"I'm the person here to collect your survey; which is why I'm imaging you're here," his words sort of trickled, lingering at the tip of his tongue. Vowels were long, consonants were blurred; really, it would seem he was out and out being condescending. Shame on you, Mr. Management, it's customer service day!

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bulletsandblood
2009-08-10 03:09 am UTC (link)

"Cute." The disgust was blatant in her tone and she might have rolled her eyes under different circumstances. "Care to share with me something I don't know?" When he didn't take the journal from her right away she pulled her arm back, flipping it open to rip out the page that was deemed necessary. She was at least careful not to rip through her writing, not wanting to have to hastily fill it out again. "Here." She held out the piece of paper, still trying to keep a bit of distance between them. Selene didn't want to get any closer to him than she absolutely had to.

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teh_management
2009-08-10 05:15 pm UTC (link)

The Management smiled. He liked the lively ones. She wasn't like Jenny. No, Jenny would be failing for a moment and then she'd crumble. She'd start begging him to let people go. She'd start saying how she deserved to die. Blah, blah, blah.

"Something you don't already know..." He was tasting those words. "Full moon in three days." Was he lying, Selene? Would you dare take that chance?

Then she opened that book of hers and pulled out the page holding it out like she expected him to reach out and snatch both her and it. Taking a measured step forward he gently pulled the paper away, folding it he placed it in his pocket.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

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bulletsandblood
2009-08-10 11:30 pm UTC (link)

She pressed her lips together in a tight line as he seemed to think and then spoke, and she couldn't stop the slight raise of her brows or widening of her eyes. Shit. If he was telling the truth...

It was a relief when he took the paper and did nothing else, mostly because it meant she had done what was necessary and could leave. Well, leave his presence, at least. Of course, the mention of a coming full moon had her more tense than before, mind rushing to try and think of ways she could prevent the young werewolf from running wild through the town. "I don't suppose there's a chance of getting released any time soon. Alive, mind you." That she didn't bother to pose as a question. Unlike some, she didn't have her hopes up.

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teh_management
2009-08-10 11:37 pm UTC (link)

He watched her expression shift from the comfort behind dark glasses. Fascinating, there was certainly something to be said for watching this all in person that the camera just couldn't capture.

The Management wasn't here to do anything but take the surveys, that was all. He'd be back at his desk soon enough with his Grande Vanilla Latte soon enough. Until then, he'd take the paper, put it in his pocket and smile and wave. Well, do his own version of smiling and waving.

"Not my department," he said flatly to her question.

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bulletsandblood
2009-08-11 02:30 am UTC (link)

"Of course not." Because that would be too convenient. She eyed him a few moments more, uncertain if she should be expecting some sort of surprise attack or something. It seemed a little too easy, that they'd simply be allowed to walk away, just like that. Then again, she was relatively calm and not trying to rail against their apparent captors like some likely might, so it was quite possible everyone was being tended to on a case-by-case basis. It was what she would do. "Well... if that's all then, I'll be on my way." she finally said after a minute or two, taking a few steps backward. She was very hesitant to turn her back, not wanting to let her guard down for a second.

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	teh_management 2009-08-13 11:30 pm UTC (link)
	The Management almost cracked a smile. Almost. No, he was only internally amused at Selene's annoyance. "That's all," he said standing quite still like he was waiting for the bull to charge. Even as Selene backed away those covered eyes stayed quite affixed to her. "Take care of that Lycan," smirk. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bulletsandblood
2009-08-14 01:17 am UTC (link)

It was a relief to be allowed to leave, as the vampire found it hard to take anything at face value anymore. And around here it certainly wasn't safe to. A frown did darken her face at the mention of Remus, and she wasn't sure if it was a taunt to kill him or look out for him. Best not to think about it right now. Instead she backed away a few paces more, until she reached one of the empty booths that she could turn and slip behind.

And then the vampire was out of there as fast as her inhuman speed could take her.

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820-ish

polymorphic
2009-08-13 06:37 pm UTC (link)

After having completed the survey, the witch was up and about. There were a plethora of things to get done today and she wanted to waste little time in dealing with these berks.

So, unheeding of wet hair and clothes, Tonks was making her way toward one of the drop off points. The carnival. Maybe she'd be able to catch the Doctor here as well and check up on how he was doing, see if he needed anything while she was out and about.

There would be no Doctor to be found, but instead just the distinct lack of rain. It was like Eeyore, but reverse. Odd. With her journal and the broken wand in her back pocket, Tonks looked at the watch on her wrist. She was late, but that was what they got for being such asses. Boots scuffled along, nearly causing her to trip over a slightly untied shoelace. Needed to tie those. But she wanted to find out where to go first. Tonks was sort of anxious to put a face to them.

What was with the watches, anyway?

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Re: 820-ish

teh_management
2009-08-13 11:32 pm UTC (link)

Who could miss that hair as it flitted around the carnival? In the land of all things once vibrant it was hard to miss a firecracker like Nymphadora Tonks. The Management crossed his arms, watching for a little while as she crisscrossed aisles looking for someone; though perhaps not him. Another pass and he'd call out, "Nymphadora." Well, that ought to get a rise out of her.

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Re: 820-ish

polymorphic
2009-08-14 03:01 am UTC (link)

During the time in her wandering, Tonks paused to look at this rundown game or that rundown ride. It was probably a fun place at one time or another. What happened to the townspeople? Did something like what they were going through now happen?

She would have seen the man eventually, the way that she was combing the carnival, but the sound of her name decidedly caught her attention. The bright-haired Auror turned around quickly. And was coming up the path equally quick, scowling, "Don't call me that!" She did not like that name. Especially coming from this bloke.

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Re: 820-ish

teh_management
2009-08-14 02:34 pm UTC (link)

What happened to the towns people? You were the Townspeople! That's not to say this stuff hadn't been used before. But this place? Well, it was something special, just for all of you, be happy, Tonks!

"I sort of like your name, Nymphadora. Seems names lack syllables anymore. There's something nice about a substantial name."

The Management shifted and took up a seat on an empty bench, propping his ankle to his kneecap as he pulled an apple from his pocket. Even the Management liked eating, Tonks.

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Re: 820-ish

polymorphic
2009-08-14 03:44 pm UTC (link)

If there had been a vote about being a townsperson, Tonks (and every other person here) demanded a recount! She gave him another flat look, annoyance easily taking front seat to any feelings of fear that might be kicking around. "Try being eleven and having people calling you that." Not fun.

She watched him eat the apple, idly reminded of some story or another that she had read. But she couldn't remember which one. Probably one with a devil or trickster character. She was pulling out her journal then, to tear out her survey page. "What's the point of this? Not just the survey, but keepin' us all here at all." Sometimes Tonks just didn't know how to beat around a bush.

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