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Post by JESS¿ on Apr 7, 2013 0:13:53 GMT -8
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The Hedge Maze was a very popular part of the Lexington, used for events during the summer and spring time in connection to the main garden. The maze is long and said to be one of the largest mazes found in the state. There are no signs since the maze was made for the joy of getting lost, there are how ever trained guides who take groups through the maze. Your group just so happens to have one of these guides while everyone is guided though the maze. Also please note that the maze has a dim light setting to make the feeling of being lost better. | [cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;]
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Have some fun start making a posting order, Destiny will post randomly when it hits midnight in character.
The names below list the characters allowing in this thread.
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Post by TSUYU SHIELDS on Apr 7, 2013 14:25:50 GMT -8
[atrb=valign, top] ❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞ Tsuyu hated fancy parties and the stifling feeling of having to put on an act for the people that his guardians regarded as friends. His brother was lucky enough to be out of the state at the moment for a research and volunteer exercise from his college. Tsuyu, on the other hand, was not so lucky and was still in Los Angeles where his step-mother could easily get her vicious claws around him and force him into attending what she claimed was going to be "the second most spectacular event of the season!" First place of course, went to one of her parties, not that he cared at all.
Tsuyu just stood there, toyed with his metal fan, and frowned as his step-mother gossiped with her friends. Any one with eyes and half a brain cell could see that there was no way his family could top the oplence and grandeur of this party so why bother trying? It was not like these things were very fun anyway. If anything, Tsuyu would have much rather been outside or doing something exciting. It was for that exact reason that at the first chance that the white haired male recieved, he was out the door and in the back garden where the tall and imposing hedge maze was.
As he got into line with the other members of his group, waiting to be escorted around the hedge maze, Tsuyu could not help but eye the tour guide warily. He cursed his luck and the stupid rich people for not having any sense of logic or intelligence. What fun was it to walk around in a hedgemaze if there was a guide? He wanted to just run in there and get himself lost on his own. He most certainly did not need to be dragged around by someone else with another group of people. What was the point of being lost in the maze then?
At any rate, the cool, night air was much better than being stuck within the confines of the mansion and being forced to act properly. Tsuyu supposed that he should count his lucky stars that he could even get away in the first place.
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ATTICUS JAEGER
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That day you see the stripper you slept with at the store and you both reach for the melons. Shit.
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Post by ATTICUS JAEGER on Apr 8, 2013 21:59:21 GMT -8
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Atticus pressed his thumb and forefinger to both eyelids and breathed out a sigh. The dim, orange glow of the lamplight that surrounded the maze might cast an ethereal like appeal over the hedges and labyrinthine path, but for some reason, Atticus didn’t feel up to par. The mystery was there, but the intrigue was not. There was a knotted feeling in his gut, and an unsettling tension in his bad leg—not yet a pang, but a rising stiffness—that he constantly shook off and attempted to ignore, only to feel it circle back on him later. The man had a good idea of what was really bothering him, but he didn’t want to deal with it. For the moment, he accepted a glass of champagne from a nearby waiter and attempted to restrain himself from gulping it all down. All in all, it was nice party—he just felt separate from it.
Of course, men like Atticus Jaeger did not usually find themselves at parties like this, on expensive, mansion lots complemented by equally affluent guests dressed in their best monkey suits, sipping high quality champagne from glasses made of…was this actual diamond or just really, really nice glass? Atticus sighed. As his shoulders fell, he tucked one hand into the pocket of his suit jacket. It was a good night, anyway, to be out. This close to the Santa Monica mountains, the stars were more apparent, winking at the party guests from around the bend of thin, occasional clouds. And for once, Atticus had actually taken the initiative to look the part; as a tattoo artist, he had little to no reason to dress up in a suit, but it felt good, at least for a second, to realize that he had the capacity to buy high quality material and in turn, make it look good. The masks required for the masquerade were a quirky touch, but for a downtown L.A. man, he hadn’t done half bad. As his gaze skimmed down, he tilted his champagne glass and watched the glimmering liquid lap at the polished surface, so deeply in contrast with the deluge of tattoos that flowed over his fingers and down to the base of his wrist.
Some things he couldn’t hide behind an expensive suit.
Atticus lifted the glass and tentatively tasted the alcohol—needless to say, he snorted under his breath and smirked. It was a rich, sweet flavor, perfectly tailored to this high class party. He felt his other hand enclose around a crumbled piece of paper in his jacket pocket—his invitation—maybe out of slight frustration. In truth he preferred harder liquors, but there was little he could do for it now. Instead, Atticus finally decided to join the growing crowd at the edge of the hedge maze. The party would go on for hours yet, and he might as well see what the fuss was about while he was still outside. If worse came to worse, Atticus had a few cigarettes, his pipe, some tobacco, and a lighter to stave off the worst of his irritation. The poor tour guide though. Guests were lookin’ at the guy with a mix of apathy and weariness; one white haired kid standing in line looked so enthused he might as well be somewhere else. Atticus laughed under his breath. “Long night, kid?” he asked absently, fixing his gaze on the beginning of the maze. “Name’s Atticus,” he added half heartedly, extending a hand a few seconds later. He didn’t expect too much, but what was the point of coming to a party and not talking at all? “And no offense kid, but most people take one look at that maze and gawk at it like an open mouthed cow; you on the other hand. You look bored.”
Time Stamp: May 2, 10:00ish Notes: Mask: Here. Suit for the Night: Here.
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Post by TSUYU SHIELDS on Apr 10, 2013 15:40:13 GMT -8
[atrb=valign, top] ❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞ Tsuyu looked at the man that had addressed him as “kid.” It was a good thing that Tsuyu took no offense to being addressed as kid by someone older; otherwise he may have talked back and made a scene. Not only would he have gotten in trouble with the security but his step mother most likely would have destroyed him and everything he knew and love for embarrassing her at a party.
”I’ll say,” Tsuyu said in a rather irritated voice. He was in no way annoyed with the man before him (the stranger had not harmed him in any way), but he was definitely annoyed with the lack of entertainment and the confining air that was ever present in these high class parties. ”Don’t tell me you enjoy coming to these stuffy parties.”
Some of the people near them that had actually been enjoying the party threw him disdainful looks and gossiped among themselves about the rude, white haired teen. Tsuyu just ignored them like he always did. Never once did he consider that any of his words might offend people. Tsuyu was like that. His brain had no filter and anything that he felt or thought was impulsively thrown out into the world either through his speech or through his actions. It was just how he was and it has only gotten worse since he had been split up from his brother who used to control him.
”Nice to meet you Atticus. My name is Tsuyu.” Tsuyu took the man’s outstretched hand into his and shook it with all the energy and enthusiasm he could muster, which wasn’t much but at least it was something. It wasn’t like he was the one to approach first. ”It’s Japanese,” added as an afterthought. It may not clearly explain his eccentric name but it certainly did help people when they were trying to figure out how to pronounce it.
”Of course I’m bored,” the younger male replied easily. ”I mean, we’re going through a maze. What is the point of going through a maze if there’s a tour guide? We’re supposed to get lost not be led around. It’s not like a guided tour where there’re things to see. All there are in there are hedges-”
Tsuyu stopped himself at what could only be described as a flamboyantly high pitched and gay voice. The young man looked in the direction of the waving arms clad in a pink tux to see a man with bleached blonde hair holding a lantern. “This way,” the man shouted. “I am your tour guide for tonight. Everyone gather around and make sure to keep together so you don’t totally get lost. Especially you, cutie.”
Tsuyu face met his palm only seconds after he realized the tour guide was referring to him. He had to keep reminding himself that soon, the night would be over, and he could leave. At least the man that had spoken to him before wasn’t so bad; perhaps it would be more tolerable than he thought.
”Well, shall we go?” | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, width:300px, btable] ❝ Stage 4 People ❞ ❝ 02 May 2012 ❞ ◤
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MARIELLE LAROUX
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Post by MARIELLE LAROUX on Apr 16, 2013 5:40:42 GMT -8
This has started as a search for her charge and somehow ended with her becoming trapped on a tour – how, she wasn't entirely sure. Actually...she sort of knew. She'd taken one look at that maze, which was so very close to the huge gardens that were undoubtedly going to be a lure for Valoel, and immediately thought 'I bet five bucks she managed to get lost in there.' Hell, the nurse was amazed the girl managed on her own getting around campus sometimes. However, she was stopped and told that it was highly suggested she did not go in the maze alone. While she wanted to protest, it had been sound logic – no use in finding Val and then both of them becoming lost.
But honestly this whole night was wearing down on her. She liked nights out, and she'd liked having an excuse to dress up, there was no denying that – she'd spent a stupid amount of time piecing together an outfit and enjoying every second – but all this was a bit too stuffy for her tastes. She had yet to see the host and honestly, she could care less honestly, but you could smell the ego wafting out of the windows, and she wondered why anyone of 'lower class' would even want to come to such an event anyway – Marielle herself was middle class at best and she'd felt pretty damn looked down the nose at but a lot of people so far.
She'd breathed and dealt with it. Val's parents hadn't been able to come with her, and by default that left the nurse as her escort. She'd been second-handed an invite and told to get a mask – which she'd obediently done (even if she had gotten a high-class asshole commenting it 'defeated the point of the mystery' – she told him she didn't give a flying fuck as politely as possible), went out of her way to use one of her most expensive dresses, and had behaved quite well thus far, restraining this disdainful looks at some of the more shameless male partygoers. All of this done while her eyes were burning from the contacts she'd begrudgingly put in for tonight (because glasses and masks weren't compatible), to boot – she was pretty damn proud of herself.
Now her patience was being tested, however, and as the guide droned on about the overwhelming richness of whats-his-name as he led them around, it showed more and more in her mannerisms and posture. Every time the group was forced to pause and idle she showed this by crossing her arms and tapping one heeled foot pointedly. She shifted her handbag from one hand to the next constantly while they moved, and played with the ridiculously long hair that she'd allowed to flow free for once, fidgeting as her eyes constantly moved around and searched for a sign of a blonde female. She supposed she looked damn suspicious at this point – she'd have to be careful, she didn't want them to start searching her or her handbag, which held her concealed mace and taser, as per usual. Yeah the security wouldn't like that, she suspected – even if the taser wasn't that high voltage...just enough to stun.
Despite the annoyance, the fresh air was nice, she guessed. Her eyes still felt like they were about to start watering from being unused to the contacts over the glasses and said air hitting them, but it could be worse. Since Marielle had seamlessly joined the guide's group, no one had bothered her, which she was fine with – she was just here looking for her ward before the girl got herself in trouble. She didn't care about the maze and how impressive it was, how much it cost to build, how may miles it technically stretched, she cared even less about the purpose of the party – she just wanted to find Val and drag her back somewhere that preferably had the free wine.
NOTES: Full outfit here & mask (same as in the template)
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Apr 20, 2013 22:14:53 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Today was a great day! Or rather, tonight was a great night. Not that the morning or the day was anything bad, Leon had just been looking forward to this for the whole day. Well, it wasn't so say that today had been bad. Yesterday was his first trip to Disneyland, and today he was supposed to go back but... unfortunately for him, he couldn't go. But he busied himself with other things - an invitation to some fancy party! And Leon just loved parties. He loved to dress up, and this was a perfect opportunity for him. Of course, he didn't want to go alone, or without a date, but Leon just got here. He honestly, really didn't know anyone, and none of the others wanted to come. So he was alone. Again. His fellow band members had the worst luck honestly, disappearing when there were so many exciting things planned! Like yesterday! They didn't go to Disneyland with him. And today - they wouldn't be going to this party with him. Well, sucked for them. He could enjoy it all on his own. And, if he was lucky, there would be lots of people with lots of perfect hair. This was a party, and for parties people dressed up, and usually that meant people took care of their hair. So, this was perfect. But Leon... knew that if he wanted to make any sort of impression on people, he had to dress to impress, right? Well maybe, looking back on it now, he had been a bit flamboyant as he pulled out his dress, mask and heels. At least they matched - at least they were yellow! Well, at least he would go to the party looking... somewhat good. Yellow was his favorite color, after all. Now, looking at the dress, he wondered if he actually had the legs to pull it off. Leon couldn't possibly get another dress at such a short notice, so he might as well just wear it. He had tried it on before... multiple times in the privacy of his own bedroom (well, as private as a shared bedroom could be), and he didn't think he quite looked so bad. He'd totally get with himself if that were possible. But he couldn't, and honestly he hadn't met anyone who could possibly compete with the perfection that was himself. Man, he was hot. Unless his mirror was lying to him, but his mirror never lied to him. That would be absolutely appalling. He stared at himself in the mirror, admiring his reflection. Make up, hair extensions, his dress, and his camera and its strap slung on one shoulder - he was practically ready. The party was a social event right, and it would be nice, so surely they'd let him take his camera in. He just wanted to take some pictures. To create and keep memories. In the Lexington Mansion, there were lots of things to do. And Leon, being the person that he was, wanted to do them all. He wanted to eat all the free food, drink all the wine (well, he imagined he could get away with it, anyways), go to all the attractions, and the best of all, socialize. Now, what was a good place to start? He could get some food later, so that was out. He could socialize for the rest of his night. What was a place that he couldn't pass up? Well, he had a couple hours for the most part, so he could take his time. So Leon just wandered around for the most part. And where else would it take him to some big hedge maze? He hadn't heard of it before, but it seemed really interesting so why not? Some tour guide thing or another. Well, there was one good thing - if he got lost, the tour guide could help him out. Because he didn't fancy getting lost in the hedge maze, as... fun... as it would be. He hopped towards the nearest group (well, as much as a person with heels could hop), which consisted of a tour guide with the most flamboyant of suits (it was a nice color that suited him, don't get him wrong, but it was flamboyant - almost as he showing up in a dress was), and perhaps not the best hair he had ever seen. "Ah, wait for me." Maybe he could have joined a later group. Oh well, Leon was part of this one now. "I hope you don't mind me."
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ATTICUS JAEGER
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That day you see the stripper you slept with at the store and you both reach for the melons. Shit.
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Post by ATTICUS JAEGER on Apr 22, 2013 7:34:01 GMT -8
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Stuffy. Good word, he thought, amused, his dark gaze dropping to the expensive glass of champagne in his hand. Shimmering alcohol like this wasn’t cheap—but it fit in perfectly with the entitled, “stuffy” crowd the kid talked about. “Can’t say it’s my thing,” Atticus admitted, a breath of a laugh hiding in between his words as he stared down his glass, “but it’s different from what I’m used to, and for one night?” He shrugged. “That’s not too bad. At least I get to say I went to one of these damn things, even if I never want to go again.” He hesitated before adding, “Struttin’ around like a pampered peacock isn’t my style.” Atticus lifted his glass and finished off the rest of his champagne—ignoring any ruffled looks he received because he didn’t continue to sip and enjoy the alcohol at a leisurely place like the rest. In truth, he couldn’t stand that kind of crap—the point of a drink was to actually drink it, not taste test the stuff to death like a rocking, insatiable birdie toy constantly dipping its beak in and out of the liquid. After Atticus swallowed the last bit, he handed his empty glass off to a party server sauntering by, who promptly bowed and shuffled on his way.
Maybe in another life, at a different time, he wouldn’t have minded being catered to. But right here and now, he withheld his distaste for it and kept his mouth shut.
Thankfully, their tour guide showed up then, to which Atticus suppressed another urge to laugh at the overly flamboyant tone of voice and flaring gestures. Oh boy. Things just got better and better by the second, didn’t they? At one point he coughed, muffling a chuckle and hiding a smirk behind his hand, and though he should have felt sorry for Tsuyu and the attention the kid had unintentionally attracted, Atticus couldn’t help but find the situation funny. At least a little. “I suppose so,” he managed with a straight face, in answer to Tsuyu’s last question. “Been waitin’ to see this famous thing for a while now.” It was doubly pitiful that, as the last of their group seemed to gather, another uncomfortable twinge climbed up his bad leg. As a distraction, Atticus reached into one of his suit jacket pockets and wrapped his fingers around his metal lighter, rolling his eyes when their tour guide took it upon himself to say in his obnoxiously pitched voice, “Well aren’t you all just precious tonight,” once everyone had come together.
Needless to say, they began touring and Atticus spent a fair portion of their “walk” admiring absolutely nothing and reconsidering what time the local bars closed. He noticed that there weren’t any workers nearby, but the occasional tools of care were left behind in the hedges; he was busy staring down a couple of shears hidden behind the dark green foliage when it happened again—that woman who never seemed to smile was tapping her heel against the pathway below their feet. Click. Click. Click. Click. He sighed, lifting his eyes to the sky in a universal gesture of fatigue. Every time they stopped, her foot seemed to take it upon itself to remind everyone that hey, they should get moving again. Atticus chanced a glance back at her. There wasn’t any animosity in that look, just flat boredom on his part. Their guide was doing a fairly crappy job of keeping anybody entertained—with the exception of his gestures and sweeping, almost flailing, arm movements that accompanied his explanations. But forgoing all that, this woman just…she seemed like she just didn’t want to be there.
Atticus turned away again. “Hey, buddy. Can we pick up the pace, maybe?” he called, more out of the sheer concern of hearing that shoe tap again than actual interest in the rest of the maze. The woman herself was pretty enough—beautiful actually, if he ignored some of the oddities in her dress wear—but he could tell that she was also a creature that he probably should not touch with a ten foot pole, let alone address directly. The poor woman just gave off this…praying mantis rip-your-face-off vibe to anybody within a twenty foot radius of her person. He tensed and squared his shoulders.
“How about…instead of stopping, we walk and talk,” Atticus suggested calmly. He glanced at a few of the others in his group—Tsuyu for one, and another young person that had accompanied them on the tour. The only difference with this one was…well. Atticus was pretty certain—after some careful deliberation—he was looking at a young man in a dress and some intense heels. He reached up and rubbed his brow. Weirdest tour group, ever. He finally finished by saying, “We’ve been pausing every ten or so feet and I have to say, the sights haven’t changed much to warrant it. I still feel as if I’m looking at the same green bush I was looking at back there.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder to indicate their previous stopping place, which, sadly, wasn’t too far from their current position. In spite of how his leg was acting up, Atticus would much rather walk. “Just sayin’. Right?” He asked flatly, glancing back at their group.
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Post by TSUYU SHIELDS on Apr 24, 2013 15:38:09 GMT -8
[atrb=valign, top] ❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞ They were finally in the giant hedge maze and Tsuyu was seriously considering seppuku with the shears he had seen hidden in the shadows earlier. Well, maybe not, but anything seemed better than his choices at the moment. From where he stood, he could see that they were close enough to the maze entrance of the maze that Tsuyu could easily slip away. But that option would most likely mean going back to his step-mother. Otherwise, he could stay and hang out with the ragtag group of people as they were led around a maze by a flamboyant gay man that did not know when to stop flirting. Tsuyu wished that, like the group that had entered before them, there were more people. At least that way, there was the possibility of slipping into the maze undetected. With only four people in their group, there was no way the tour guide would not notice.
Tsuyu sighed. At least the company he was in did not seem too bad. He had already spoken with Atticus. He seemed like a cool person to be around. And, now that Tsuyu finally noticed, he wanted to ask about the numerous tattoos visible on the older man’s hands. He was sure that they might be the source of interesting stories. Then there were the two other women that had joined them. From the space left exposed by their masks and their behavior, one of them looked as if she did not want to be here (the again, who did?) and the other looked ecstatic and just as flamboyantly dressed as the guide.
As they made their way deeper and deeper into the darkness of the hedge maze, it soon became apparent to the white haired male that perhaps they were not in as wonderful company as he had expected. The annoying tour guide would make them stop every so often in order to say something new and with the stop came the irritating tapping of a high heels. Tsuyu could feel his temper rising. First it was his step mother, then the tour guide, and now the tapping. He never could catch a break, now could he?
Tsuyu turned to the source of the tapping – the beautiful but angry looking woman – and was about to (politely) ask her to stop the infuriating tapping. Luckily for him, Atticus beat him to it and calmly suggested that they all walk and talk as opposed to stopping every so often.
”Agreed,” said Tsuyu, turning his attention away from the woman. He was still irritated and Tsuyu could tell that his voice reflected that. At least he had not completely blown up and began yelling or arguing. That would not have been good at all. ”It would make so much more sense as opposed to stopping when there is nothing new to see. Or…”
Tsuyu looked at the tour guide who looked annoyed at having been interrupted and gave him a pointed look. ”Better yet, you could let us wander through the maze alone. That seems a lot more exciting than being led around and informed about the Maximilian Pegasus or whatever he’s called.”
The (still annoyed) tour guide continued walking but turned and began giving him a lecture on how “First of all it’s Maximilian Lexington,” and, “secondly, if they were on their own, they would get lost.” Tsuyu felt like gagging when the man tagged on a, “maybe I will if you give me your number so you can call me when you are lost wink, wink,” at the end. The offer was tempting, but not tempting enough.
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EVENTS
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Post by EVENTS on May 5, 2013 21:50:17 GMT -8
The tour guide was absolutely not in a hurry. After all, he was paid to give tours by the hour, and everything was supposed to be perfect. Everything had a set time, and the whole tour was supposed to take exactly twenty three minutes. If he finished at twenty three minutes, he had a seven minute break to grab a drink of water before the next tour started. Of course, if he finished in, say, twenty-one minutes, his boss would insist he wasn't doing his job well, and he'd probably be docked pay. So if the boss wanted twenty three minutes, he was going to get twenty three minutes, even if it seemed that everyone didn't want to be there. Hell, it seemed that the only person even half interested in the maze was the young lady in the yellow dress--cute, but not his type.
"Of course not." He said with a smile, welcoming the woman into the tour group, and then opted to address the tall man's concerns. Why had he even joined the tour if he wasn't interested in hearing all about the maze? Of course, he couldn't just blurt that out--nope, he was going to have to be diplomatic.
"First of all, our host is Maximilian Lexington, and guests are not allowed to wander unattended due to safety concerns. The maze is quite large, and it's rather easy to get lost in." He clarified, not feeling the need to point out that in a large secluded hedge maze, someone sneaking off for some hanky panky with a friend was a larger concern then individual safety. The last thing anyone wanted was some impressionable child walking in on the beast with two backs, and so it was simply far better that everyone went in a group, even if it did defeat the actual purpose of a hedge maze.
He stopped, exactly as he'd been trained to do, beside a small statue of a seated woman wearing what appeared to be a toga, and gestured to it with one hand. "This statue is modeled after the first Lexington's-"
Surprisingly enough, the guide actually stopped, glancing around. The maze was dim, and there simply wasn't anything to see, but at the same time the guide looked faintly perplexed.
In the brief silence that followed, everyone would be able to hear the faintest of scuttling sounds, although the maze made it impossible to tell where the noise was coming from.
The guide did his best to appear perky, even if it was rather obvious that he was terribly confused. "Just the wind, I imagine."
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Post by MARIELLE LAROUX on May 10, 2013 11:12:16 GMT -8
'Quite easy to get lost in' yeah that's my concern. Bet you $5 Val is talented enough to somehow avoid the guards entirely by accident and get in there. She was fully convinced this was probably the likeliest place to find the blonde – irony dictated it and all that. She was impatient to get going but obviously not enthused by the tour itself, isolating herself from the others – anyone with half a brain could see she had a goal somewhere in that maze. It probably made her more suspicious looking than intended, and if she wasn't careful they'd detain and search her and make the whole thing more complicated and ugh.
In light of this thought, she loosened her posture a bit, and made a point to move along a bit closer to the group (rather than lagging behind as she was) though still paid no mind to the guide or what he was dribbling off. The noises that seemed to be stirring did distract her. For a very brief second, she thought it may be the sounds of the hedges moving nearby, and hoped an airhead would come tumbling out of the nearest one so she could leave – however, her brain informed her that no, that wasn't a leafy sound. In fact she wasn't sure what it was. Nothing that could ease her irritation at being forced to be dragged around to listen to the prestigious history of rich asshole, anyway.
She sighed a little to herself and took a few quick steps to catch up with the rest of the group, where she'd been lagging behind again, still pointedly not talking to them. The whole cluster was almost filled with the lovely stench of male, save for a dizy piece of arm candy attached to one of them near the front and another young woman in an almost too bright yellow dress, so naturally, she wasn't too chatty. She wasn't here to be social, anyway – she was on a hunt, more important shit to do than make friends. Beside she was middle class and here by circumstance – open to the public, pft, that hadn't been the attitude she'd received so far. 'Though to be fair you have been dragged around to people who know Val's family...' Ugh. Still.
NOTES: Sorry guys its hard when I paint myself into a corner =___=
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on May 11, 2013 15:10:52 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Maybe he had gone too flashy concerning his dress? Oh well, it wasn't as though he regretted the decision to wear the dress in the first place. But not a lot of people were talking (save the tour guide) and Leon was worried. And bored. If he didn't have anyone to talk to, he'd force himself into a conversation that probably would do better without his gibberish. He would also rather get attention from other people voluntarily, rather than forcing his presence on other people. That would make him both fairly annoying and he probably wouldn't be on the good side of the people in this group. Or maybe it was his appearance. Maybe people thought that a cross-dressing boy was odd and decided to avoid him just for that pure fact. Well, it wasn't exactly a common occurrence for people to see a boy in a dress, but it wasn't exactly a reason to leave him to his own devices.
To alleviate his boredom, he took some pictures. Not that there was much. A few pictures of the tall looming hedges and Leon decided he was tired of tall looming hedge. There wasn't a whole lot that he could take pictures of, anyways.
There weren't that many people talking as a whole, actually. The lady with the nice luscious hair seemed to be angry and mad, and frankly, Leon was scared to approach her at all. He couldn't even bring himself ask what hair products she used. But he was literally dying from the lack of human contact (or rather, being ignored was a better word, was it not?), that he started to look for a friendly enough person (or group) that he might squeeze himself into.
The tour guide seemed to be a nice enough person, if not a bit forward with his advances towards a man who clearly didn't want them. "Hi~" Time to attempt to step in. He had the vibe that there were tensions... between the three people. Especially with that tone the guide was talking in. "Isn't the maze... supposed to be a place you got lost in? Or wander around in? I get that there are concerns... but wouldn't there be precautions anyways in case it happens?" Leon tried to be smiling all through his reasoning. He was pretty sure that the man wouldn't take to kindly to his opinion. "But I guess the tour's nice too."
Now he kept talking, and Leon tried to listen to what kind of information he could get out of this. Probably nothing interesting - that was a boring looking statue, and the way the guide started speaking about it was boring too. He really picked something stupid for the first thing to visit today. Of course, the sudden silence and the noises startled Leon. Now, he wouldn't say he got scared easily (which he did, actually), but that was unsettling. Especially in a place like this.
So he tried to be cheery. "Okay, so what was this statue modeled after?" Leon was thinking that staying in a group might not be so bad after all. "Is it after a woman in a toga? Tell me I'm right, I've got to be right. Right?"
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Post by ATTICUS JAEGER on May 11, 2013 21:13:50 GMT -8
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Oh for fuck’s sake.
Atticus withheld a growl building at the back of his throat, his gaze simmering with impatience before he closed his eyes, fingers slipping into his waist coat pockets. He was fishing for a familiar apathy-inducing item, his pipe. Yet, he could not hide the way his brow furrowed, or the slight frown that signaled his growing frustration. In an effort to keep his cool, Atticus half turned so that he was facing one of the hedges, and not directly looking at their tour guide. Better to give the guy the cold shoulder than the evil eye. Needless to say, he wasted little to no time on packing the tobacco and snatching a match from his pocket. Atticus ducked down and scraped it against the harsh pavement below, vaguely listening. The scratch and the subsequent hiss of a flame bursting to life distracted him from the mundane details going on over his shoulder—the spark briefly lit up a portion of the pavement and bounced off the shadows inside the hedges until he rose up again.
“This statue is modeled after the first Lexington’s—” Ass, Atticus thought bitterly, taking a few slow puffs on his pipe to work up the cool smoke, I don’t have time for this. Really, what the hell am I doing here? His gaze flicked over his shoulder to the guide and the piece of art in question, giving his match a quick shake to extinguish it as his brow rose. Atticus never really saw the appeal of such blank faced, stylized sculpture vomit like this one, modeled after the works of Greek and Roman masters. Art had more poignancy when there was a touch of soul in it—something that elevated it beyond simple mimicry, and this statue, as far as he was concerned, was yet another decoration, elaborate perhaps, only in the artist’s ability to copy a style that was not his or her own. He could not, say, pick out any defining, or quirky feature that gave it a lick of character. In fact it—
Atticus pulled his pipe from his lips, ribbons of smoke curling around his teeth, trapped after a slow inhale, as if he were a dozing dragon. However, he stilled, shoulders squaring. His eyes narrowed on one of the nearby hedges, clearly aware, and alert. He thought he heard a distinct, wet crackle nearby—a kind of soft, popping noise that confused his senses, and maybe his memory too. He could not tell if he had ever heard anything like it before. For a few seconds, it was quiet enough that he could attempt to pinpoint it…
But by then it had already stopped, and he could not be sure, exactly where it had come from. Or even what the hell it was. Moving underbrush in the hedges maybe? A mouse or squirrel, caught up in a nestle of tightly trimmed branches?
No, he instinctively thought. Not that. But he could not say what it was either way.
Atticus slowly brought his pipe back up to his mouth. Tendrils of smoke drifted lazily out of the opposite end, but he glanced over at their tour guide. He thought he heard the high pitched squeak of a bat the flitted above them in the night, and that at least, calmed his nerves. “You know,” he said, “you might think about having a themed event in the maze some day. Like Halloween. On a dark night you could really scare the shi—…” He caught the word and quickly corrected himself, “hm, people for a change. Have a little fun at their expense. God knows it'd liven up the place."
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Post by TSUYU SHIELDS on May 13, 2013 14:32:44 GMT -8
[atrb=valign, top] ❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞ The Asian girl in the gaudy dress spoke up, much to Tsuyu’s surprise. Her voice was a bit lower than he anticipated but Tsuyu thought nothing of it. He agreed with the girl. ”She’s right. If this was a maze, then not only should we be allowed to run around and get lost in it, there should already be preparations in case anything happened. Do the Lexingtons really lack so much common sense?” he muttered vehemently. That really didn’t mean much coming from someone as brash as Tsuyu but they did not need to know that.
Tsuyu scoffed at the tour guide’s words. Who cared what the hosts name was? Who cared if there were safety concerns? He certainly didn’t. If it weren’t for his mother and his traitorous beloved twin, he wouldn’t be in this situation right now. He could have been home, in his apartment solving mathematical problems or perhaps calling Cross. Hell, he could even be productive for once and read. Anything was better than this.
The white hair male scowled as the tour guide tried turning their attention to the next stop on their little guided tour. This was worse than high school field trips to the art museum. At least that time he had friends and his brother. Here had had no one (save perhaps Atticus) and some very unfortunate company that he would rather not be around. Tsuyu took one look at the marble statue and was confused. Why would they put a statue in the middle of a hedge maze anyway?
Low, scratchy sounds distracted Tsuyu - not that his attention span was something that was that impressive anyway. It was an interesting sound. It wasn’t something that he could readily identify but it sounded like some sort of creature like a rat running across a hard surface. It reminded him of those sounds people heard in horror movies before something appeared on the screen. Did the Lexingtons set this up? Perhaps this was going to more interesting than he expected.
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Post by EVENTS on May 14, 2013 12:42:19 GMT -8
Really, the tour guide was just getting a bit frustrated by the whole thing. It wasn't as if he had designed the event. Everyone was acting like he had personally put the whole party together, and was responsible for the fact that it was, quite simply, boring. It was like yelling at a cashier at McDonalds because they discontinued your favorite ingredient--write a damned letter to corporate, don't take it out on the poor staff.
The poor man was getting so frustrated by the constant barrage of semi-insults (both from the young lady in the yellow dress, and the backhanded comment from the older man) that he eventually stuck his hands on his hips, looking annoyed.
"I feel the need to clarify that I'm not in charge of the head maze. I'm just a guide. Suggestions for how to liven it up should be provided to my employer, not me. I'm just paid to see everyone through the maze sa-"
For the second time in less then two minutes the man was cut off, although the second time was considerably more dire: someone was screaming very, very loudly nearby. The guide stared for several seconds, obviously confused, and then bolted down the path towards the screaming, which abruptly cut off without another sound.
A good fifty feet away, around a corner, was a very grisly sight--a human arm. From the looks of it, it was from a thinner human in maybe their mid twenties, with lightly tanned skin. Most alarming of all was the fact that it was severed in the upper arm, and the cut was far from clean--more like something had bitten through it, leaving the arm behind as the rest of the body was removed. The arm was clearly freshly severed, as it was still bleeding onto the ground.
The tour guide proceeded to puke into the bushes.
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Post by MARIELLE LAROUX on May 17, 2013 13:45:09 GMT -8
Marielle, in an attempt to distract herself for a microsecond, pulled her phone out to see if she had managed to pick up a signal yet. Unfortunately, no. She had no idea what was interfering with it so badly, but it was pissing her off. It also made things unnecessarily complicated. With a sigh she placed the phone back in her bag, eyes fixing back to the front of the group to see their guide bristling at some of the others. She was decidedly amused by the fact the heckling of the tour guide left him puffing up in defense, but she continued in her stubborn silence in the back of the group. She was tempted to harass him to pick up the pace, though – she didn't have all night.
However, her interest in the argument faded quickly, and her attention started to fade away and back to her task at hand. Her distraction was very rudely interrupted by a chilling sound of a scream, however, and all her movement stilled. The silence that followed as most others were shocked was decidedly too long, and she very sincerely hoped she wouldn't regret not being able to bring her small first aid kit due to the stupidly limited space of her small handbag. 'And please don't let that be anyone I know...' She was still walking up to images of Lyanne bleeding out at her feet, she really...really didn't need any more nightmare fuel.
Despite the chill that it had sent through her spine and the flashes of disturbing images of another brunette woman convulsing as strong jaws clamped around her neck through her mind, the nurse went on autopilot, and she went from impassive observer along for the ride to the one who immediately followed the tour guide as he searched for the source of the noise. She was surprisingly quick despite the nearly six inch heels she was sporting, managing to elbow her way to thr front of the group without even an 'excuse me', hot on the tour guide's heels as he rounded the corner and found what was left of the source of the screaming.
'...First aid kit isn't going to fix that.' she thought darkly, making a face at the gruesome sight of the arm. At least the sight didn't throw her off as it did most the others – she'd seen a lot in her line of work, and in turn it have her a stomach of steel. It didn't, however, stop the intense unease. Immediately, she moved to stand in the middle of the path, eyeballing the incoming group of the others shortly behind. “If you have a weak stomach I suggest not looking back there.” she informed dutifully, tone distracted as she pulled out her phone again. She growled in frustration as there was still no signal, and attempted to quell her growing panic. She didn't know if she dared get close to the arm – but she wanted to see if it gave her any signs...well, of not being Val. 'I swear to god you better be safe somewhere in a corner sniffing flowers.'
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on May 19, 2013 11:58:01 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Leon didn't quite understand the chilly reception from the tour guide. Did he not get a right? Was it not a woman in a toga? But... but that's what it looked like! What else could it be? He wouldn't take a picture of it until he actually knew what it was. And the mean old tour guide (who wasn't all that old), didn't even tell him what it was! Rude. Still he kept smiling and trying to coax out some sort of response from the guide that wasn't really cold and rude. Leon was here to say he was unsuccessful in all attempts to do so. Well, it didn't exactly hurt for him to try, right? And it certainly wouldn't hurt for the bleach blond man to lighten up a bit. "So... it's not a woman in a toga?"
Of course, he went on. "Well, honest mistake, okay? I just thought... I don't know, you seem fairly adamant on it... Sorry." Leon didn't like apologizing very much, and that was just about the extent of what he was willing to impart. So he turned his attention to more interesting things, which was that white-haired guy. Who's hair suited him better than the tour guide's did. "And hear what -" Well he was cut off. By a rather bloodcurdling scream he would rather not hear ever again. Their guide ran after it, and Leon hesitated for a moment. If he ran towards it too, he might potentially break a heel. And that was the end of running for the night, and who knows? With that scream he might be needing to run himself.
Also he wasn't sure if he wanted to know what the source of the scream was. He really didn't. But... he was a curious person. He couldn't help it. The cold stony woman he had been much too afraid to approach pushed her way towards the front and towards the corner. And now, he was ignoring her warning. Weak stomach or not, he was looking to see exactly what it was. And he regretted it. So much. So much for having an iron stomach. He might eat things a couple of days after the expiration date but this was nothing compared to that.
The scene was practically burned into his eyes as he fought the urge to do as the tour guide did. That was disgusting. The bloody mess... he would never be able to forget it. Why did he think it was a good idea? He fought to fix the imbalance as his legs felt a bit weak and he closed his eyes, whipped around and only when was he certain that he couldn't see it again with thanks to the corner did he open them again. A couple of deep breaths calmed down his stomach and he really, really decided that going into the hedge maze first thing was a horrible idea.
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Post by ATTICUS JAEGER on May 19, 2013 22:28:03 GMT -8
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“All right. All right,” Atticus said, or more or less growled around his pipe, lifting his hands gently in a sign of surrender. His gaze swerved elsewhere, anywhere, actually, to avoid further confrontation with their guide, who in all honesty, seemed to be on the verge of a stress-induced breakdown if the criticisms and subtle hints continued. So instead of pressing the issue, Atticus let it drop. Screw it, he thought. He had weathered worse in his lifetime, and he supposed even a boring tour at the Lexington Mansion maze might one day make for somewhat interesting conversation fodder when he desperately needed it. He was however, all too happy to hear he wasn’t the only person that had noticed the odd noises going on in the backdrop of their conversation. He glanced over to Tsuyu.
“Somethin’ in the bushes maybe—” he began, before cutting off, an unexpected scream sending a slick, icy shiver down his spine. It was followed quickly by the expected tension that shot through all his limbs and practically cemented him to the spot. The silence that blanketed their group after such a bloodcurdling noise felt cavernous, and long—as if it lasted more than just a few seconds, which was impossible. Before he could even think of what to say, their guide was speeding off, the woman with the long hair and red dress clacking her heels after him. Atticus immediately bristled, snatching his pipe from his mouth; an aggravated, “Hey!” left him as he witnessed another one of their group—the crossdresser?—barrel off after them as well. “Not a lick of damn sense,” he snarled under his breath. Reason would dictate that they not run further into a maze most of them barely knew , especially at night, after hearing a scream preceded by odd noises in the area surrounding them. It was unfortunate, but Atticus had no choice left. He growled under his breath, eyes narrowed, and reluctantly followed.
“C’mon. And watch yourself,” he said to Tsuyu before finally tearing after the others. If this was an elaborate joke, for the first time in a long time, Atticus thought he might actually lose his damn temper. And not long after he had suggested a Halloween theme for this event either. He could feel it, boiling his blood under the surface, especially since his leg began to complain of a familiar pang. Now was not the time for that either. He supposed he heard the unmistakable sound of retching before he actually saw the gore that caused it, and maybe that split second warning was enough to brace his stomach as he rounded the final corner and joined his group again. He also heard someone mention something about weak stomachs, and his clenched fitfully as a result. Forty years old and experienced or not, Atticus could not say he was prepared to see a bloody, severed arm abandoned on the path in front of them. The disheveled strips of flesh, clumps of blood and the sheen of white bone were enough to make even his stomach twinge with discomfort.
Thankfully, he did not retreat to the bushes as their tour guide did. Atticus steeled himself against the worst of it, suppressed a shudder, and snapped over his shoulder. “The last thing we want to do right now is stick around,” he said to the others. He was reaching into his pocket for a cell phone, glimpsing briefly that the woman had thought the same thing. But to his disappointment, he didn’t have any reception out here.
Shit.
His brow twitched and his eyes narrowed. “Yeah,” he called over his shoulder to the kid who wanted to leave. “The worst thing we could do right now is take another step into this maze. We go back. Our first priority needs to be to find a place where we can get a damn cell signal and get people out here. Whatever did this,” he gestured toward the mess in front of them, “might still be in here.” He lifted his phone into the air, biting down on his pipe almost angrily as he raised it to his lips. In truth he thought he could hear his heart pounding in his ears.
A severed arm.
Almost like something bit it off.
Atticus growled and shook the thought from his mind. Yes. This would make for interesting conversation fodder in the future. “The shit that happens around me sometimes,” he muttered under his breath.
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Post by TSUYU SHIELDS on May 21, 2013 16:59:54 GMT -8
[atrb=valign, top] ❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞ Tsuyu scoffed at the tour guide's words. He may not have been the one to organize this event but he could at least let them have some fun. If Tsuyu were the tour guide he would have been much more entertaining. After all, they were in a maze and it wasn't like anyone was watching. The tour guide could have joined them if he really wanted but no. He was too busy being a spoil sport to let them do anything.
The teen considered askng to be let out of the maze without going through with the tour when a sickening scream reverberated through the air. Tsuyu watched as the short woman in the skimpy, red dress run after the the tour guide. Based on the tour guide's reaction, whetever had happened was definitely not planned. Not that he as going to complain. Something exciting (or possibly dangerous, either or) was happening and he would be damned if he didn't use this oppurtunity to cure his boredom.
He ignored the warnings from the woman and went over to join the rest of his group. He regretted his decision immediately when he saw the severed arm on the ground. There were not many things in the world that scared Tsuyu. Heights, insects, the wild, the dark, etc. He could handle all of those with grace and a logical mind. (Whether or not he would survive those things was a different story.) However, when it came to dead humans, there was something about them that just terrified him to no end. And lo and behold, a severed arm was laying right in front of him. Needless to say, Tsuyu had paled considerably. Unlike the tour guide that had thrown up with disgust, when Tsuyu was afraid, he froze completely. At the very least he hadn't devolved into hysterics yet.
"I-It's only an arm," Tsuyu managed to get out in an attempt to calm himself.
It'sonlyanarm. It'sonlyanarm. It'sonlyanarm. I'm sure that the owner of said arm is alive. Just without an arm. And not dead. And not being eaten by some thing. Or someone - shit. Breathe, Tsuyu breathe.
"I have to agree," Tsuyu replied, shakily. He reached into his pocket for his metal fan. It was not much but it was calming and he knew how to use it if need be. "Perhaps we should get out of here." | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, width:300px, btable] ❝ Stage 4 ❞ ❝ 02 May 2012 ❞ ◤
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Post by EVENTS on May 21, 2013 18:54:57 GMT -8
The guide was by no means quick to recover. It was painfully, terribly obvious that he had zero tolerance for gore. If the whole thing was a joke, some elaborate prank, then he clearly hadn't been let in on it. It wasn't as if people could fake puking just like that after all. Not like that.
After almost a minute, the guide finally managed to straighten up, eyes watering as he wiped at his mouth. He felt ill. He didn't want to look at the arm, and it was blissfully obvious in the way he moved. He'd look everywhere but the ground, eyes swerving around the leftover body part. He didn't want to see it, but it wasn't just so simply as getting out.
"We're -- we're closer to the center now. There's an emergency phone in there. If that person..." He paused, unsure of what gender the arm was and unwilling to look. "If that person is still around, they're going to need medical attention."
Really, he had no idea where they'd have gone. It wasn't as if they could have just shoved through the bushes. If they had, there'd be an obvious hole--the hedges were thick enough and sturdy enough you'd have to break them to get through, and even that would take considerable effort.
"Or..." He paused, taking a quick glance around at the silent bushes, as if expecting something to pop out. "We could be smart and get out." He looked as if he wasn't sure which option he would prefer.
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on May 26, 2013 22:05:41 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Deep breaths. That would make everything all the easier. Or so, Leon tried to convince himself that was the case. How could anything possibly be alright when he just say that... that... thing just now?! They were dead, all dead! To say that he wasn't panicking was a lie, a bit fat lie. He was too young to die, he was too pretty to die! There were so many things to do, and there was no way he would want to die like that. That was disgusting, there was no way he'd let himself become like that. But seeing what was happening, he probably would be the first to go.
Leon looked incredulously at the tour guide. The emergency phone? He didn't want to sound selfish but... there's definitely no way that person would survive... well, probably not, anyways. There's no way. So obviously the best course of action would be to get out of here, and quickly. He didn't want to be rude to the tour guide, since he really wanted to get out of this maze right now. "I think we should get out of here." It was obvious! Maybe he was only thinking about his well being, but his well being was rather important! He didn't want to die, didn't everyone not want to die? So why was he any different to insist on the lot of them getting out quickly.
"So, uh, shall we get going? I really don't want to stay here." Just thinking about the arm made the boy feel really queasy. The farther he got away from that, the better. And he tried very much to ignore the vile... vomit on his sleeve. At least Leon could hold in the contents of his stomach. And the tall hedges of this maze seemed awfully ominous now, but that may just be his paranoia influencing him right now. Whatever got that person with that arm, it might get him, and the rest of the group. Some... crazy maniac was probably running around with a chainsaw and the closer he was to the exit of the maze and towards the safety of the mansion, the better he'd feel. |
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