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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.
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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Carved on the skin of the orange: no razors blades.
Short, sweet, and Eliot would know who it's from.
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"Don't go through the door."
Just the top of a blond head, and pair of eyes, are all that can be seen.
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"Good. Found a place to hide. Lots of oranges. Don't like the spiders."
Wait, something else to add.
"There's a girl in the graveyard. I watch her."
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"A girl in the graveyard? How old?"
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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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Parker hears the knock, and peeks over the roof line.
If he tries opening the door, he might here the sound of a chain clinking, as it pulls back one of the busts she's liberated, and using as pendulum, meant to whack into someone's head.
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"Whoa, shawty! Why you trying to bust my moneymaker?"
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"Didn't invite you in, fooooooolish mortal."
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There won't be another obstacle, until he heads down the slope -- definitely more obvious when not in a moving ride -- toward the end of the foyer. At that point, one of the threads used to hold things in the air, almost invisible to the naked eye, at ankle level.
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Nope, instead, there's a variety of traps, like the one right now. In a very Phantom of the Opera moment, a chandelier's about to crash down.
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"How'd you know it was me?" Has she missed something? Some place of observation? Usually, she scouts better.
Also, "food?"
Yes, and if one is looking up, one might miss the puddle of oil.
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"ow..." The few oranges he had brought were now rolling across the floor. "Escaping."
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There's a bit of an amused shriek and she claps her hands. It's the most entertaining thing she's seen in weeks.
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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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Not that Parker's going to believe he isn't dangerous. Most think she can break like a twig. In the last arena she was killed by a woman who made bubbles.
The first thing that will happen is he might get hit on the head with a head, well, a bust. There's the sound of a loud chain, triggered by anyone's entrance. Parker's made it so the only safe way in and out, is by climbing the outside.
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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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Seeing how he took it, the eyeball, the stumbling, makes her feel bad. It's a hard thing for her to identify, particularly under the grossed out.
"You're supposed to duck."
Is she beating up young men without any capability of defending themselves? She chews her lip, worrying.
Lemme know if he was supposed to hear or not, I can change if not.
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.
He was supposed to hear her!
How he looks at her makes Parker feel worse. "Your eyeball -- it's --" she leans out to be seen, and points at her cheek.
Re: He was supposed to hear her!
Re: He was supposed to hear her!
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Hey, would it be cool if I maybe wrapped up the thread in a bit? Getting swamped :(
Hope this wraps it up nicely :D