14 tightropes walked - accidental video/action

[freckleddoll]

Beast...Joker!?

[Doll is making her way through the crowds, being pushed and shoved around easily considering her small stature.]

Are any of you 'ere? [jostled again] 'scuse me.

Dagger? Jumbo?! [craning her neck, trying to see over the other people as she continues calling out her siblings' names in the hopes at least one of them will be there and hear her. She looks pretty tired, considering she spent much of the previous day looking for them as well]

If only I could see t'least one of 'em for a few minutes, t'know they're alright. [spoken to herself, low but not low enough for the device she doesn't know is recording not to capture it.]


((ooc: open for fourth walling! Network or action (just...don't hurt her |D). Anything goes, just no spoiling her past the point she's from i.e. chapter 28.))

Comments

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

Yoohohoho, how fortunate then that we are of the same opinion~! It would hardly do to get into debates when I have barely been here less than a day!

[freckleddoll]

Yeah...no need not to get along in any case, right?

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

I would hardly be a gentleman if I did not do my best to get along with the people around me~. I prefer to make friendly acquaintances to enemies where I go since living on the outskirts of society only makes it even more necessary to be friendly to those in the same boat as you, so to speak.

[freckleddoll]

Know what you mean. S'hard enough to make friends when you're travellin' all the time without goin' around upsettin' people. S'much easier t'just try an' get along with everyone.

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

Mmm... I suppose that is one thing these strange places have going for them. There is seldom, at least in my own 'home away from home' any dangers or factors pitting people against one another. For beong so strange, they can often be strangely peaceful... mostly.

[freckleddoll]

Mostly...some of the curses 'ere do make people 'urt each other. Really hate it when that 'appens.

((ooc: sorry this is late, my computer monitor died ;;))

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

... Curses? I think that I heard something of them from last time, but... I am afraid I cannot recall what it was...

((OOC: It's okay, I am nothing if not used to epic backdating!))

[freckleddoll]

Usually they only last a day, or two at most. Weird things 'appen...sometimes it ain't too bad, like people singin' instead of talkin'. And sometimes it's a bit scary. Bein' turned into children again, or stuff like that. But it gets really bad when people are forced to fight or do other bad things.

((ooc: \o/))

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

... I see. Much like the effects and events of the camp I am a prisoner of, then.

[freckleddoll]

They do this kinda stuff to you there too?

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

In a manner of speaking then, yes. They do.

In our camp, the power of the camp can alter an individuals mental and physical age and body at will to produce, well, largely random and nonsensical results. One can be turned into an animal or even a plant at any moment, but such things are often rather harmless...

Worse than those by far, are the "Wolf games".

[freckleddoll]

Yeah, sounds familiar. Sometimes people even turn into toys 'ere.

...don' like the sound of those.

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

Ah, I did at one point turn into a knife-rack... I suppose it is not surprising that more worlds than one would have similar effects.

Which you are correct to do, my lady. Fifteen... sometimes more, are randomly chosen. A few are picked to be 'wolves', and others are sheep. Every day that the game is active, the wolves must attempt to, with guile and cunning, to vote out one of the sheep and the sheep must attempt to find out who among them are wolves and vote them out. And at the end of the day... the one who was voted on will be killed. And withdrawn from the game.

[freckleddoll]

Must've been impossible t'get about like that...

They...they force people to do that? But that's 'orrible, it's cruel! Why would anyone do that? Why would they even take part?!

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

Because they are brought to a subdimension within camp, a form of 'world within the world', and unless they do not play by the rules of the game they are not allowed to go back.

Of course, all who 'die' are resurrected at the end of the game. The first time it happened it was simply their minds who died, and the bodies of the losers fell into a coma. But recently the game happened again, and this time... those who died were killed.

[freckleddoll]

[looking distressed]

Why? Ain't it bad enough they're taken away from their homes? I don' understand it...

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

... Have you ever met a person, that have done something so offensive and vile, that you could never find it in your heart to forgive them?

[freckleddoll]

I...I don't know. Not yet. But...don' want t'say it could never 'appen. It'd depend why they did it.

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

Then I do hope you never shall, my lady. But odds are it is a futile and meaningless wish.

There are people in every world, I have learned, who thrive upon hurting others and spreading misery wherever they go. Perhaps they were hurt themselves as young, hurt so bad that there was no other way for them to grow but wicked. Perhaps they are simply too deluded by their own beliefs to see how much they are truly hurting others. But whatever the reason the facts still remain that for every caring and good heart in the world, there will be one equally as wicked.

[freckleddoll]

Yeah, I...understand that. Where I grew up, the things we saw...

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

Then I... suppose that will have to be your answer, my lady. There are twisted things in every world, and the more power they acquire the more twisted they become. I do not doubt that there are places out there like this one who are peaceful and kind...

We are simply not fortunate enough to have ended up there. That is all.

[freckleddoll]

Yeah, you're right. An'...like t'think that the good stuff makes up for the bad. 've met so many kind people 'ere who've 'elped me out. More'n most people would've at 'ome! An' I get t'meet people like you too, right?

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

-Ah, I... my, I must say that I am flattered you would consider me a benefit of places like these, my lady... but your words ring true nonetheless. If there is any good to be had in these places, it must without any doubt be that we can make friends that we had never even dreamed of before.

[freckleddoll]

I just hope I remember 'em when I go 'ome. Penny, Vivio...everyone. Wouldn't mind remembering the bad stuff if I can remember 'em too.

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

... As do I, my lady. I have met... so many in this place who have helped me in so many ways. No matter how silly it is of me to wish I could keep the memories of a place that imprisoned me and has kept me away from my home for over three years, I... I would do it again, if I was given the chance.

I could never throw away all the people I have met on this journey. It may have been strange, painful and fearsome at times, but... it was worth it.

It was worth it all.