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 Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 5:01 pm
 Trealia Knightly
Quiet.
Too quiet.
Trealia didn't like that. Sitting on a park bench, grinning, she twirled a simple knife in her hand. She gave a rather big chuckle. She's been here for nearly a week and already, people are avoiding her. Not that she's surprised. She's been killing left and right. What can she say? This place is a gold mine for idiots who overcompensate their strength.
She smiled. This was a long shot from being a patient in a straight jacket in a mental asylum. Not like she didn't have fun. Those people were easy to scare. Not much these guys, but they don't live long to find out.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 5:16 pm
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Under a pile of dirty car scraps, Oji awoke. He lifted up gently in confusion, not knowing how he'd gone from getting ready to practice a show to being under so much debris. Thankfully, he was just small enough to slip out from underneath the pile without being hurt, however he noticed in a car mirror that his white face makeup was smeared and his clothes were slightly torn. He pouted in dismay, a pout that stayed on his face as he looked around. The place was similar to a dark setup him and his 'family' had once done, but there was no fun in this... it seemed too dark for fun to exist here.
The pierrot felt around for his throwing knives, which were still securely strapped to a belt around his waist, hidden by his large outfit. On the same belt, he also had a dispenser that would release strings he sometimes used for fixing things around the big top. He'd be okay if caught in a sticky situation, right?
"Bonjour? Ciao..? H-hello...?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 5:36 pm
Trealia Knightly
From behind her Trealia heard a small voice. Almost a plea. She chuckled, not surprised. There are sane people here, mainly victims, but most of them don't live long.
She turned her head slightly, her ear top the direction of the voice, still sitting on the bench, flipping her knife. After a while of not hearing anything from the prior voice, she heard the grunts of brutes. Maybe they've come out of hiding for the now one? She stood and started walking.
Chuckling, of course, along the way.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 6:27 pm
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Hearing groans of things that sounded like they belonged in a circus of their own, goosebumps trickled down the pierrot's tattooed spine. What kind of place was this? What kind of things did it contain? Oji slipped a pale hand towards his belt and snatched up a couple of throwing knives. He thought he might need them.
"B-bonjour...?" he tried again, tiptoeing out with his head tilted.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 6:43 pm
Trealia Knightly
THe mad woman walked down the path way, her knife still in her hand. A few stupid fools got in her way, but they were disposed of quickly. Without the knife ever leaving her hand. She chuckled, wiping some of the blood on one of the corpses. She never liked
getting her hands dirty....
But it had to be what it has to be... She smiled, still walking.
"Life was so much easier in a straight jacket...." She chuckled to the road.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 6:58 pm
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No one who spoke French must've been there, or anyone with sense enough to know that someone was calling out for another. For a few moments, there was silence. Well, all except the strange sounds, but besides that. Silence. Then the strange sounds started to twist, turning into gurgling. Someone must've fallen victim to something, that was surely the sound of someone choking on their own blood. Then, once the things were silenced again, a voice trailed out, followed by chuckles. Much like that Monsieur Ringmaster let out at times.
He continued walking out, a little heavier on his feet, sure that the thing the voice came from was a human with... good survival skills. She would protect him... surely...
After noticing the female who let out the voice, he tried to twist his lips into a smile to be somewhat presentable.
"Bonjour, madame!" He called out to her, then remembered how she used English a little bit earlier. "Y-you're American..? Oui? Umm..." he sounded out his poor English, working for the Americanized accent. "Where are we?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 7:20 pm
Trealia Knightly
Trealia was just about to head on her way to the voice before hearing gurgling on the floor. The man she had slain was still alive, choking on his own blood, still hanging on to whatever life he still had. She smiled as she put a boot on his neck. "Sorry," She said in a slightly accented voice, "I cannot let you live." She twisted her foot, snapping his neck and Trealia chuckled.
Not long after, she heard a voice call out to the mad woman. She turned her head, to find... A clown...? Or what looked like one... His make-up was smeared and flamboyant clothes are ripped. Trealia rose her brow. Was that who had been calling out?
Her first impulse was to laugh, but she was in a generous mood. "Hello," She replied with a chuckle. "Don't know about American, but I suppose that will do..." She said, wiping off her boot, "And... I have no Idea where we are." She said, truthfully, with a grin. As usual.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 3:35 am
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Oji shrugged and bowed in apology. "Je suis désolé, madame. I get English-English, American-English, and Canadian-English confused." The clown's eyes traced blood splatter along the floor while he scratched the back of his neck. "W-well... I get a lot more confused but.... ahhh..." he hid the hand that had hold of one of his knives further up his sleeve, and with the other hand, he stretched out in greeting to her, making a swirly motion in the process. It was just habit.
"How do you say... uhm.... nice... to... meet you? Oui. And... you know how to get out of here?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 8:46 am
Trealia Knightly
Trealia simply looked at outstretched hand. No one had ever greeted her with a handshake, mainly due to the fact that most of her like she's been confined to her arms strapped to her body in a four wall padded room. In the corner of her eye, she caught his other hand traveling further up his sleeve. She chuckled, not surprised. She shrugged and took the clown's hand to shake it.
"Pleasure, I suppose." She muttered, "And.... No, I don't know how to get off this rock. I've been too busy.... 'defending myself', if you would." She gave a small grin followed by one of her chuckles. In her other hand, she could barely notice the knife still twirling.
Habit, she supposed. She can't keep her hands still.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 12:33 pm
This woman was just like Monsieur Ringmaster, at least in her speach and actions. Her continuous chuckling and the way she spoke, though with a completely different accent, made the unfamiliar place feel more like home. Not to mention how she twirled her knife while talking. It reminded him of how the ringmaster would always twirl something while talking to strangers after the show, he said that it was a nervous habit that helped him focus and speak properly. Maybe this woman had the same problem?
"So wait... what is... here anyway? I mean where too, but what is it used for and... why were you killing people and... whatever those other things were..?" The pierrot tilted his head once again while asking this. "If you want out, we could team up or something, oui? My... uhh.... how do you... my 'mari' will be concerned.."
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 1:19 pm
Trealia Knightly
"Relax." the woman said, "You sound like a war prisoner." She chuckled. She doesn't expect him to, being that he is in an unfamiliar place. "This place is a war zone- so to speak. There is no war... But it seems like there is one. The reason I was killing them... Well, they did attack first. Most of the time." She chuckled, "They think that because they are big, they are invincible...
"But I digress. Now... As for a way out... Well, this place get's rather boring pretty quickly. Though I am a fan of the killing games they have here..." She grinned, still twirling the knife. "Why not." She said in a monotone. "So, your name? Or do I have to call you 'clown' the whole time?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 1:46 pm
While the woman was talking, Oji bit down on his painted lips a little bit more with every word. He was thrown back into a situation similar but much larger than the one he was in years before he ran away to the circus...
"Non... mon name est Oji Gaikotsu... I... hate it. My father was Japanese and passed the naming system down... my mari, Monsieur Ringmaster, he gave me a prettier name- Prince Pierrot," he smiled weakly and curtsied. "Your name? Or do I have to keep calling you 'madame' the whole time?" He jeered back, smiling a little more.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 2:06 pm
Trealia Knightly
She gave a chuckle to the poor pierrot's story. Fatherly hatred. Oh how the mad woman's been there. She chuckled again before giving him a smile, "Trealia." She said simply. Oh how she despised it. But she didn't have any fancy nicknames. "Do with it as you may." The woman still had the knife, though the twirling was hastened.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 2:11 pm
"Mmm, madame Trealia," he struggled out the name and giggled at himself. "I'm afraid if I say it wrong or give you a nickname that I might be stabbed!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 2:27 pm
Trealia Knightly
"Do not worry, Pierrot." She smiled, "Truthfully it hasn't been used in a while. I honestly don't care how you say it. People either just call me 'hey, you,' or 'Patient 703'." She chuckled.
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