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Post by Panthera on Dec 27, 2010 14:37:50 GMT -4
This thread is a continuation from Trip the light fantastic. Anyone is welcome to join if they'd like to.The small trailer or car or whatever it was housing the creepy sounds and screams just sent a ravaging chill down the feline’s spine. Light bulbs of almost every color bordered this house blinking away with an eerie ambiance. A man dressed in some kind of plaid suit stood out front letting people in. He reminded Samantha of Dr. Jekyll, or was that Mr. Hyde? It made no difference, creepy is creepy. A small staircase led up to the first giant mirror and entrance. Sam had no idea what the mirrors were for. What, so you can see the streak of fear streaming down your own face? No, Sam would be too busy studying every mirror to see who was behind her. Wonderful. And from what she could tell, it was dark inside, very dark. Another bonus. Not. Up for a scare? Her initial reaction was about to be “you up for a hairball on your shirt? But that didn’t come out. She simply looked a little blank at him. He seemed amused by being scared. Sam didn’t like being scared. Scared meant possibly peeing one self and that wasn’t on her to do list for having fun at this thing called a carnival. “If there’s one clown in there, you’d better be ready to slice and dice cause I’m not letting one of those things come home with me”, she finally said. Now considering the company which all she had to choose from at the moment, Sam decided to gently place both arms around his large bicep. Ok, she almost wrapped herself like a Christmas present around them in plain fear. “Ok, ready…I think” came out again softly.
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Post by Logan on Dec 29, 2010 17:51:25 GMT -4
It took a few for Samantha to answer the question, leaving Logan to think that maybe this wasn’t the best idea. At last, albeit a little timidly, she agreed, stepping forward and forcing him to agree to slaughter any clowns that tried to amuse or frighten them once they stepped inside. “Clownicide,” he said with a raised brow as she wrapped her arms tightly around his. “Not sure if that’s legal, but it sure is highlarious.”
She was gripping him tightly even before they stepped into the building. Once inside, he swore she had permanently latched onto him, and just out of sheer comfort alone, he pulled his arm free and wrapped it securely around her waist. It was only a few steps in and they were in a hallway that tilted sideways. Logan’s boots slid on the wooden floor as he tried to get traction on the uneven planks. On his left was a wall that he used for support, on his right was a saloon style bar with a ghostly image of a man pouring drinks into a row of tumblers. He looked up at Sam and said, “And what can I get you, little lady?”
Leaning on the counter, he peered right into Sam’s face. The wall and several mirrors were visible through his half-transparent body.
There was no reflection of him in the mirror.
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Post by Panthera on Dec 31, 2010 13:38:36 GMT -4
Watch that first step. It’s a doozy.
That’s an understatement. Before Sam could even comprehend what was going on with the trick flooring, her body was already sliding down along with Logan to the wall. If she could rake claws out of her hands and look like a pathetic tabby cat clawing to her demise, then she probably would have.
The room seemed narrow and oddly shaped. Why was the floor so crooked? The meaning of Fun House in Sam’s opinion was a place to have “fun”, not braking your neck with the first few steps. “And this place is called a Fun House? I don’t see why”, she commented to the ghost now staring her down. Well, he wasn’t actually staring her down, but the position she ended up in made her face nearly kiss the ghastly figure on the nose.
With a little yelp, the feline turned seeing Logan with that annoyingly charming grin asking what she’d like. They serve liquor here? Isn’t this a place for children? She really needed to lighten up before knots would start forming on the outside of her stomach walls for all to see. Taking another quick peer at the new transparent figure laughing, Sam replied a bit nervously. “Definitely, not what he had.”
It was when she looked back and saw the mirrors, then the reflections and no Logan in them. Eyes opened a litter wider not understanding the complexity of the effects. “All this time and you’re a vampire?” came out. A door that they had not come in from was nearby. Sam eyed it.
“What’s behind door number 2?”
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Post by Logan on Jan 3, 2011 14:42:54 GMT -4
Logan wasn’t sure what kind of technology was going into making this place tick. He wasn’t really all that sure that he cared to be honest. Whatever the things were at the bar, they didn’t have a scent. Probably projections of some kind, though Logan couldn’t see light coming from any specific place. Half the fun of these places was just letting it happen.
The other half was watching Sam act like a scared kitten.
“You got no idea,” he said in a cryptic response to her vampire question. Then he bared his fangs just ever so slightly. The moment was interrupted by a door opening off to the side. Logan didn’t bother looking at it, but kept his eyes on hers.
“What’s behind door number 2?”
He turned her toward it and gently nudged her forward. “Let’s say we find out,” he said with a slight swat on her rump. There was no noise coming from the other room save that of a faint giggle and scream from somewhere deep within. The sound echoed a little and Logan squinted his eyes at the room as they stepped in. The walls and ceiling were black, and they were surrounded by a maze of mirrors.
Another scream echoed through the chamber. Something about it seemed…off. How big was this place anyway?
The mirrored hallways were narrow and confined and the only direction they could go was straight ahead of Sam. “Looks like yer leadin’ tha way, darlin’.” He thought about giving her another swat for good measure, but contained himself. Instead he took a toothpick out of his pocket and stuck it in the corner of his mouth, chewing on the wood while he looked around.
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Post by Panthera on Jan 3, 2011 21:03:09 GMT -4
Sam didn’t take too kindly to the little pat on her behind. It was almost an insult to her femininity. However, since she was too darn scared to react with a heart filled slap, the only reaction she gave was to hop, yelp, and then reluctantly pace forward to the door she did not want to enter. “But, but..”, she tried to plea only to be shoved further into the next room of doom. The last words that etched out were, “there’d better not be clowns”. Sapphire eyes bugged out slightly. “Whoa, what the..” was all she could say looking around in awe.
Mirror, mirror on the wall who’s the idiot that made me come in here? Sam wanted to be a part of “fun” at this thing called a carnival. She seriously began to reconsider that idea. Then again, she was with Logan. Anyone having to put up with him would probably rather be sipping acid under a rainfall of pianos. Right now he was her only protection from the deathly array of clowns lurking behind one of those mirrors.
Then, came the giggles. “Ok, he’s got some poor girl captured Logan. This isn’t funny anymore” she murmured backing up feeling something poke the back of her head. “Ow!” After giving her hair a brushing, she dodged her head around every mirror looking for the evil masked figures. Feet were moving quicker and by the time the shape shifter could ascertain any real danger, she turned around to find herself alone. “Logan? Where are you?” The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. A small laughter emitted close by almost like it was on top of her. The strange thing was, it wasn’t Logan’s scent. Too scared to think straight and use her own abilities, fear took over. Samantha started talking out loud. “Stop playing around Logan, I mean it”, she demanded and failed miserably sounding like any authority.
“Please?”
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Post by Logan on Jan 4, 2011 14:43:27 GMT -4
Once they were inside it was pretty clear to Logan that the other voices and laughter belonged to other carnival goers. At least that was what he thought in the first place. He could hear Samantha’s heart rate pick up, clipping along at a steady trot. “Don’t worry,” he said looking down along her as they moved in. “Right behind.”
It sure was.
Something skitted across the wood behind him and he turned around to look. There was nothing there. He sniffed at the air. Nothing. When he turned back again he was alone, surrounded by nothing but reflections of himself. He cocked his head and listened, but couldn’t hear anything at all.
“Sam?”
His voice echoed back to him.
“You still there?”
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Post by Panthera on Jan 5, 2011 22:40:09 GMT -4
The poor carnival clown that was stationed within the mirrors had no idea that his next victim would make him a potential snack. This overactive clown may have had too many cappuccinos before his shift. With a double jump and a scream, the clown laughed hysterically while waving his arms in the air over Sam’s head. He wasn’t one of the nice clowns for small children. Oh no. He had to be one of those scary ones with a really good painted horror face.
The routine was to scare the patrons but not touch them and give them a good scare by chasing them in the right direction to the next room full of fun. Today’s routine was about to change. Sam took one look at this clown and couldn’t scream. Her heart pounded almost out of her chest. Tears came down as her body began to slowly change. She couldn’t help it. Luckily, the feline was smart enough to dart around a mirror before this killer could catch her. “Logan…I can’t…control it..” she whispered hoping and praying he would know what she meant.
In times of extreme fear, Sam would lose control of her shape shifting. This was one of those times. The skin stretched around the eyes, facial features, arms, legs, everywhere. Small hair follicles pierced through the pours in arrays of orange and black. Ears retracted and disappeared while new pointy furry ones etched out of the top of the skull. Whiskers squeezed through the cheeks. Teeth and nails grew enormously in size. Clothes seeped back into the skin while the last part of the Siberian tiger came out, the tail. When the transformation was complete, the mind began to revel in the idea of a nice snack. Sam’s control of the beast was limited. There was no training (or so she couldn’t remember) to help suppress these powers. The fear was now in control.
Large paws pranced slowly around the mirror. The head the size of a pumpkin (one hell of a pumpkin) peered around baring teeth. Then, came the growl. The clown’s scary scream silenced instantly. Eyes became wide eyed while his lungs filled with air. A blood curdling scream came barreling out.
There are plenty of tigers at the carnival, right?
Oh wait, that’s a circus.
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Post by Logan on Jan 18, 2011 10:14:23 GMT -4
Logan paused in the middle of the mirrored corridor, straining his ears to try and catch any sort of a sign. He heard the sound of metal scraping against metal and he turned his head to catch yet another glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror. Something wasn’t right here. He should have some bead on Sam of some kind. But there was nothing. No scent, not a sound…nothing.
A screeching sound filled the air again, bouncing off of the walls and making it impossible to tell where it was coming from. Logan furrowed his brows and looked over his shoulder. His reflection looked back at him and out of the corner of his eye he would have sworn it smirked. Turning to face it he saw nothing but his reflection and shook his head. This was getting old real fast.
With a flick of his arm he popped the claws out on one side and swiped it through the glass of the mirror. It fell away loudly in sharp shards that exploded on the black wooden floor. The first thing Logan heard was the scream of a…clown…right in front of him. He almost didn’t need to look to know what the man was screaming about.
Grabbing the clown by his colorful ruffles, he pulled him backwards off his feet and tossed him behind. “Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he said over his shoulder. “She’s a good kitty.” He looked back at Sam. She was fully transformed now, a fierce looking tiger pacing back and forth and growling. “You just gotta know where ta scratch her.”
Then to Sam, he held up his hands. “Sam. Come on. It’s over now…” He wasn’t so sure he was soothing her much.
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Post by Panthera on Jan 19, 2011 7:58:50 GMT -4
While the clown was screaming out a lung, a loud shattering crash happened somewhere behind the now transformed Samantha. Or was it in front? It was hard to tell with these darn mirrors everywhere. Eyes remained glued on its prey as one soft fuzzy ear of the nearly six hundred pound beast turned. She remained on alert until the rest of this clown’s posse tried to show up and out number an innocent woman and her …. And her…. Just what and where was Logan anyways?
The answer came as the clown was being lifted up from its “ruffles” and tossed aside. That only made the tiger a bit angrier. She licked her chops then bared teeth as though to signify “how dare you throw my dinner away.” His words were like muffled sounds coming from a glass on a wall. Sam heard him, but the enraged feline inside fought to keep the mind from comprehending their meaning.
Large paws took a step forward with pride and without fear. She let out a huge growl signifying the tiger inside was in control. Until…Logan mentioned her name. Another flash came. This time they were in a white room. Both lie on the floor with Sam’s transformed tiger on top of him ready to kill. But, the voice, as irritating as it was to others somehow in some odd way soothed the beast inside.
By now, the transformation had taken a lot of energy to keep the form. If kept for too long, Sam could die of a massive heart attack. Cocking the large orange and white furred skull, the tiger responded with a bow of the head. Within a few moments, the transformation back to human was done.
Sam now kneeled before the two men, arms shaking to keep a steady grasp. It would take a few minutes to regain the energy lost (well maybe longer than a few minutes, but in time). During gasps of air and without lifting her head, the young woman just remarked. “I….hate….clowns….and I think…I…hate funhouses…even more.”
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