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“Mirror, mirror on the wall, are you the one to show my fall?” Cody muttered as he passed by a run-down and rotting hall of mirrors. A soft sigh escaped him at the sight of the carnival and, out of the blue, violently punched the rotting wall. “Of course that b***h would do that. When I-Ow... did I-get my hands on that-just punch that?-Conniving b***h, I’ll kill him,” Cody growled, voice tone changing drastically between the two thoughts and alternating sentences.

“Whatever. He’ll wish he had never rallied against me. At least-What the ******** you looking at b***h?” he snapped at a random group of people that were staring curiously at him. At his snarling they instantly scattered, moving as far away as possible from the strange demonic-looking kid. Idiots... Wait, why were they running? Did he do something? Shaking his head irritably, Cody glanced in at the hall of mirrors. “Hrm... Looks fun...” he muttered softly to himself.

A soft crying reached Cody's ears as he leaned against the door frame to the hall of mirrors. Crying? In a carnival? Well, it wasn't his problem so what did he care? It was probably just another kid that got lost within their realms of warped reflections and unable to tell real from fake. Or got separated from their parent and ran into a mirror... Now THAT sounded amusing.

"I hope they're alright..." Cody muttered, glancing inside. What was he doing standing outside? He could go inside and help the poor person and lead them out. Having been in the strange place many many times, all the pathways and twists and turns had been memorized and imprinted in his brain. Before he knew it, his feet were leading the poor teen to the source of the sobs.

"Hey, you ok? You lost or something?" he asked softly, crouching down to her level. That's when he saw it, the dark blue hair and unique ears... "Wait, Luska?" he asked, blinking. She was younger than him and had these strange scaly coloration on her. "Come on, before you get dirty. Although I bet you could make even that appear pretty." It was true, though. She was rather pretty although not his style for he had Edes and the scar to prove it.

A soft frown of worry accented Cody’s features as Luska knocked into the mirror and expressed pain from the event. “You sure you’re ok?” he asked worriedly, rising from a crouched position as she got up and dusted herself off. She had grown a lot from when he last met her, even gaining a few new features. Besides being older her skin had strange patches of gray scales and her one arm was covered in them. Weird... Guess nothing was for certain with genetics like the kind they had.

“I could lead you out, you know. I know this entire carnival rather well as well as this attraction,” he offered, glancing around at the dusty and warped mirrors. Some were cracked with veins running across the once mirror-like surface, further altering the reflection they showed while a couple of mirrors were shattered completely with only fragments remaining of their once reflective surface. “Why am I here? Well... I’m not entirely sure really,” he muttered, confusion evident in his voice.

That’s when his eyes fell upon the beautiful flower clip in her hair. It sparkled and shone like a gem in the dim lighting, capturing his attention far more than the girl herself. “Who the h-Luska? What in the world are YOU doing here?” Cody asked, blinking a couple times. His entire demeanor shifted, becoming far more aggressive and gaining an almost sly look to it. How in the seven hells did he end up in the hall of mirrors? “Ugh, whatever. This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder,” the teen muttered under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers irritably.

Cody blinked a couple of times, staring curiously at the girl. He had promised to lead her out of the place? There was no memory of the event yet again, much like so many other times and unlike his earlier years it wasn't fuzzy and choppy to the point of being unrecognizable. Guess he had forgotten what had transpired only moments ago yet again. At least he wasn't doing something humiliating like helping someone cross the street for free or giving money to some hobo. Luska was at least a friend and his promise was a rather simple one so it was alright. Leading her out was simple and painless and even more so when he suspected she was hiding from her guardian.

"Yeah, I'm fine and I guess I did forget. I seem to be doing that more and more often these days though," Cody finally replied, sounding fairly irritated at that. He hated, absolutely HATED finding himself somewhere or doing something with no recollection as to why or how. Or anything else between the two times anyways. "Eh, whatever, I'll still show you out. Which way did you want to leave through? I assume you ran into this rickety shack to hide from someone, correct?" he questioned. It was painfully obvious since fancy little girls didn't just run into moldy old buildings for no reason whatsoever other than to hide... Right? Ugh. Girls confused him so much some days.

Cody glanced at the warped mirrors, a vague memory of himself split in half with the strangest of features on each side and yet still remaining himself reflected back for a moment. Needless to say, it startled him a bit and nearly caused him to shudder as he turned to head out the way he had come in at. Luska hadn't gone in that way so it had to be safe, right?

"That's what they're supposed to do Luska. They're supposed to warp your image and supposedly it was really funny way back when," he replied softly, unable to erase the memory of his distorted image. What if... what if he really-No. It was just to play tricks on his mind like the rest of the stupid place. "Uh... This way," he muttered, pausing before stepping right into a mirror. Within only a few turns and twists they were out into the world once more and free of the distorting mirrors.

Once out, he turned and blinked at how he was suddenly outside. Strange... Wasn't he just inside talking to Lulu? Oh well, nothing to fret about. He probably just let his mind wander and forgot what he had been doing. "So who exactly are you hiding from anyways?" Cody asked quietly, switching yet again from that darker and slightly insane voice and attitude to a kinder and more gentlemanly one. It was almost like a switch that refused to stay one way or another, indecisive and constantly switching...

Cody chuckled at the explanation, not at all surprised by it. He had done the same thing many, many times before for numerous reasons of which not all were exactly... good. “I see. How about we head to the big tent over there? There’s a lot of places to hide,” he replied softly, pointing to a slightly torn and faded circus tent. It seemed to be abandoned for the most part with most people avoiding it completely.

“Say, Luska, have you seen the haunted house?” Cody suddenly asked, voice darkening a bit. Wait, when did he get outside? Strange... Memory was a fickle thing, constantly forgetting and never remembering. Even things that happened moments ago were up to be erased, taken away and leaving him floundering for an excuse.

“It’s on the far side of the carnival, though,” he added, pondering how many people would be there and on the different paths. Eh, he could take them. Most couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag anyways and knew he could. Probably why everyone stayed out of his way...

Cody grinned a dark, wicked smile. "Alright then, let's go," he replied, already heading down the practically unused path. Many avoided the paths directly, since they rarely led to their destination. Time after time the signs were changed, overwritten and changed again, sometimes being transported to an entirely new location before the path itself was dug up into a new one. At least, that's what he figured happened due to all the shovels laying around and fact that no one paid said signs any attention.

As they walked, Cody's green-blue eyes glanced around at the shadows of people lurking between the tents, staring back at them. "Ah, here's the haunted house. I do have to say one thing, don't go into the attic," he commented, pausing in front of a large, four story house that creaked in the slight breeze. Rotting wood hung off the frame, faded and warped with age and lack of care. Shattered window panes littered the sides and front, obscenities written on what little glass was left, keeping the paint relatively clean of spray paint.

"It's not as bad as it looks... Sorta." Cody just chuckled and walked up to the porch, walking around the small hole smack in the middle that looked as if several people had fallen through at one point. Despite this, he didn't seem concerned at all by the lack of support around it, nor the fact that there really wasn't a door on the house. Then again, he HAD deemed the house safe...