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whosalicewhite ([personal profile] whosalicewhite) wrote in [community profile] thearena2013-04-07 02:10 pm

Welcome! Foolish Mortals, to the haunted mansion, I am your host, your ghost host. (OPEN)

Who: Parker and OPEN
What: Parker's been living in the Haunted Mansion.  Careful of any traps.
Where: Just off NO Square, Haunted Mansion
When: Very late week three
Warnings/Notes: Well, it's Parker, so warnings are likely to come.  Also, there may be blades in those oranges.

Parker's been busy.  Even if anyone wanted to get this ride restarted, they couldn't.  Much of the mechanics, metal cables, pulleys, have been pulled out, and used to booby trap the doors.  Not that Parker's needed doors.  No, she's been living in the upper eaves, using the windows at the very, very top, to come and go. Climbing through windows is Parker's preferred method of coming and going.  She has jury-rigged a harness to make climbing easier.

She tried sleeping in the coffin the first night, but discovered how awful the spider bites are.  It's easier to control the pests, cats and rats, in the eaves.

Parker's been out at night for oranges, and has chowed down on a couple of rats that got too close.  She's not been hungry much, this Hunger Games. 

She's kept an eye out for those she knows, but hasn't seen anyone, as of yet.  She's all prepared for Eliot, if he wanders by.  Either way, Parker is watching, and sees this area as hers: likely not the best idea.

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[personal profile] retrieverchef 2013-04-07 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Eliot had finally gotten around to checking this area out. He was hoping to find some pieces of the old machinery that he could improvise with, whether for weaponry or just to rig things around their camp.
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[personal profile] retrieverchef 2013-04-08 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He dodges the flying projectile before realizing it wasn't aimed at him. He picks up the orange, laughing when he saw the message. "Parker?" He'd better wait here for now. He still remembers how she'd set up her apartment back in Boston.
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[personal profile] retrieverchef 2013-04-11 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
He grins as he climbs the rig. He might not me the gymnast his pseudosister is but he'd climbed harder rock walls than this in the military. He gives her a hug once he reaches the top. "How've you been makin' out?"
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[personal profile] retrieverchef 2013-04-13 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles at her again, relieved to see she's doing well. "I'm glad."

"A girl in the graveyard? How old?"

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[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-04-07 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Punchy's venturing out of Tomorrowland because he needs more parts for his...thing. His slapped-together stereo-radio-tapedeck thing. And the only other place he's been hearing music lately has been the weird creepy soundtrack from the haunted house.

Honestly, he'll probably be doing everyone a favor to turn those tunes off anyway.

He goes to the front door of the mansion and knocks, all one-eye and shirtless and looking like a cross between a survival horror film and a bad porno.
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[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-04-08 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Punchy is, thankfully, not completely unaware of his surroundings. He ducks just in time.

"Whoa, shawty! Why you trying to bust my moneymaker?"
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[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-04-09 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"What, this joint's VIP? No one told me." Punchy moves to open the door again.

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[personal profile] big_badass_hero 2013-04-08 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Chris knows someone's there, he's been keeping an eye on the place just in case. If he knew it was the cute blond from the bar he would have said hi a while ago, instead of slipping carefully inside. He has his knife in hand and stays low, keeping his back to the wall. Last thing he needs is to get caught off guard when he's just checking to make sure whomever's there's still alive. He's keeping a mental tally of who's out and is hoping to mess up 'Their' game by keeping as many as he can alive for as long as he can.
Edited 2013-04-08 03:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] big_badass_hero 2013-04-11 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Really... lights? Chris has seen that one before. And not just in a musical. He manages to barely jump out of the way. Though glass does cut him. "Okay guess I didn't have to worry about you too much Blondie."
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[personal profile] big_badass_hero 2013-04-12 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Took a wild guess," And yeah that puddle, so sends Chris falling on his ass.

"ow..." The few oranges he had brought were now rolling across the floor. "Escaping."

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[personal profile] shambler 2013-04-10 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
Music. R never could resist music.

There are a few creaky strains coming out of the Haunted Mansion, enough to make R pause in his shuffling and crane his head. It's nowhere close to the sound quality he got used to back home because he's a snob and he's spoiled on his vinyl, but hey, it's still music. Music's music and he's always been drawn to it. If anything, he can waste a few days listening and swaying.

The zombie starts shouldering his way past the entrance of the Haunted Mansion, zeroing in on the music.
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-04-11 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
This is probably the part where a normal person would go "oh, shit!" and duck or do anything besides stand there and take it.

The bust sends R staggering to the side. By some miracle it doesn't cave in his skull and re-kill him for good, the zombie struggling back to his feet, his eyeball popped back out and swinging against his cheek. Good job, Parker.
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Lemme know if he was supposed to hear or not, I can change if not.

[personal profile] shambler 2013-04-13 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ducking is off the table once you've died.

R isn't clutching at his head like someone should, although he's got stumbling around like a drunk down to a T. The zombie gives a kind of slow shiver at the voice, turning toward it and there's nothing accusing in his face - in fact, in the dark, there doesn't seem to be anything at all, just a curious blank. He decides to let rip with a groan then, rattling out of his chest.

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