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.))

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[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 And withdrawn from the game.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.

[freckleddoll]

[Doll just smiles and nods her head once.] Yeah, guess I feel the same way too. 'm glad I got t'meet you, Brook. Bein' 'ere don' seem all that bad now, 've got t'see the good parts of it all.

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

... Then I am glad that I could be of service, my lady.

But, if you will excuse me I... think I am feeling my time here draw to an end. I think there are still things I would like to see before that happens though, so... bon voyage from here on out, should we never meet again.

[freckleddoll]

Yeah, of course. Won't keep you any longer...

Was nice meetin' you though. An' good luck. Hope you manage t'find your way 'ome.

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

And even if I do not, well. It is hardly as if I will starve to death looking for it, YOOHOHOHOHO!

[And on that macabre and upbeat note he takes a bow and lifts his hat, before he leaps up into the sky and bounds away over the city rooftops, until he finally disappears into the setting sun...]