Leave a comment

selfdeluded April 8 2011, 06:41:05 UTC
[Allen has never had much in the way of proper survival instincts when he wasn't being stared in the face by immediate danger, and so he wanders into this place without noticing the ominous feeling surrounding it. He tips his head back, and finds no familiar smells - very few at all, really - and shrugs it off as being a new part of the place.

And clearly, the thing to do in new parts of the dressing room is celebrate their creation with a drink. So off to the bar he goes.]

Reply

withredallover April 8 2011, 06:58:12 UTC
[The hall begins to react before Allen really makes a conscious decision to head in that direction - it starts with jovial laughter and the clinking of glasses, followed by a tinkering piano. It sounds like a New Years party, the way the sounds are carrying on.]

[There's always a benefit to being a vampire, and that's the ability to catch scents. Despite all of the sounds - there isn't a living soul in the bar. But there are people - or, at least, they look like people. Whether they are dead, or alive, or some weird in-between isn't quite known. They are all, however, encased in plaster and wearing masks of various shapes and sizes; some look like bunnies while others look like freakish birds. One fellow is sitting at the piano, while two people are sitting at the bar. There is one in the corner, seeming to be people-watching, if it weren't for the fact that there isn't anyone to watch, and he isn't really even human.]

Reply

selfdeluded April 8 2011, 07:13:16 UTC
[Allen spares the man in the corner a brief glance, but otherwise, he pays him no mind. Far, far too intent to walk over to the nearest figure encased in plaster. Allen was never taught not to touch things in museums, and so he reaches his good arm up to gently prod the plaster, and then the mask. He thinks this one was a woman - there's a very vague smell of perfume lingering in the plaster around her.

But he can smell the flesh, too. There really are people inside those things... Allen is almost certain they aren't alive, mostly because he can't tell if they are.]

What on earth..?

Reply

withredallover April 8 2011, 07:35:22 UTC
[She was very much a woman - a bit shorter than him, as a matter of fact, and slight of build. Her hair is brown - though it's impossible to tell beneath the plaster. There is no reaction to Allen's touching her arm whatsoever.]

[Accept, when he touches the mask, there's the faintest hint of movement - eyes blinking. Look closer.]

[They're gray. And possibly more and more familiar, the more he looks at them.]

Reply

selfdeluded April 8 2011, 07:41:16 UTC
[He catches the movement and peers slightly closer, though his fingers are still lightly touching the mask. He blinks, and frowns. Gray eyes... they were definitely familiar, though he couldn't quite place from where. So many Allen's hair gray eyes.

He lets out a sigh, and inhales more deeply - and Allen freezes in his spot, staring into the eyes still blinking at him.

It wasn't perfume he was smelling. It was the smell of her hair, seeping through or into the plaster. Maybe it was soap. It's not like he really knew that kind of thing.

But it smelled like strawberries.]

A-Allen?

Reply

withredallover April 8 2011, 07:45:21 UTC
[The eyes blink again beneath the mask. Just once. Only once. And then they slowly glance toward the far corner of the room, at the statue who appears to be observing everyone.]

[Go look.]

Reply

selfdeluded April 8 2011, 07:51:43 UTC
[Allen's gaze follows her own, back to the statue further away than the others, before falling back to the girl in the plaster once more - though her eyes now seem to be closed, and they don't react when Allen speaks.]

I'll-- be back in a minute. I'll get you out of that.

[Yet he lingers for another moment, waiting, hoping she'd open her eyes again. When she doesn't, he pulls away, and wanders to the far corner of the room.

He's certain he can see the other statues blinking at him out of the corner of his eye, though whenever he turns to look, he can't make anything out beyond the masks.]

Reply

withredallover April 8 2011, 07:57:52 UTC
[Because they are - it's impossible to tell who they are just yet, he'll have to get closer to see - but they are.]

[The fellow in the corner has a bird-mask on, with a ridiculously huge beak where his nose should be. It's impossible to mistake the tuft of red hair peeking out from the plaster, but the more notable feature is the multicolored eyes beneath the mask. One is gold, like a Noah. The other is impossibly blue.]

[The eyes lock on Allen as he navigates the room. Predatory. As if he's waiting for Allen to come within arm's reach.]

Reply

selfdeluded April 8 2011, 08:08:15 UTC
[Allen can see the gold eye glinting beneath the mask before he actually gets very far into the room - and suddenly he's there, right in front of the statue and kneeling down, one hand on Lavi's head near that tuft of hair while the other touches the mask just below the golden eye.

Suddenly, he seems much more frantic than he had before. Needless to say, he already knows for certain who this one is. He tugs at the mask, trying to pry it off, but it almost sounds like it might be attached to hair or skin or something beneath the plaster, and he abruptly stops.]

Reply

withredallover April 9 2011, 00:28:12 UTC
[The mask is not coming off at all; it even makes a cracking sound under the pressure as Allen tries to pry it off. Despite that, there is very little indication that the statue in front of Allen can feel him tugging on the mask - not even a real hint in the mis-matched eyes under the mask.]

[From behind him, there is the sudden sound of a shattering glass.]

Reply

selfdeluded April 9 2011, 00:43:18 UTC
[The shattering glass makes him jump - there are too many sounds in this place, too many voices that don't have bodies, that don't seem to be coming from anywhere, and no matter what caused the glass to Shatter Allen is certain he hasn't actually heard it until the moment the glass shattered. He still doesn't hear anything, in fact, nothing outside of the sound of a party that isn't there.

His fingers don't leave the plaster or the mask as he looks away, his gaze immediately falling on the mirrors behind the bar.

He's too distracted by the flicker of a smile he sees on the surface of the mirror to notice that the plaster beneath his fingertips has started to crack.]

Reply

withredallover April 9 2011, 02:46:36 UTC
[It is difficult to tell what exactly has shattered, only that it was either a bottle or a glass from behind the bar - which begs the question: who, or what knocked it over? There isn't a single moving - living? - being within the bar.]

[The plaster trembles very slightly, as if whatever underneath is moving, like a larve within a cocoon. A few motes of plaster chip and fall to the floor. It is probably difficult to realize that this is happening, though, because the reflection in the mirror behind the counter should show that the statues that have been outside of Allen's line of vision - including that of the Brownsprout - have changed positions while he wasn't looking.]

[They're closer.]

Reply

selfdeluded April 9 2011, 03:08:19 UTC
[Allen wrinkles his nose. There was no obvious scent of alcohol in the air - or rather, not a stronger one than the one that usually lingers in bars - so he doubted it was a bottle of something. (unless, perhaps, it was vodka.)

His gaze drifts back to the mismatched eyes - though they continue to simply stare, as they had the entire time. Allen hasn't once seem them blink, unlike most of the other eyes within the room, who all seem to be blinking just when he isn't looking at them.

He reluctantly pulls away, wandering over to the bar - but before he can look behind it, he notices the reflection (sees another smile splitting his face in half for less than a second before it fades) and the statues. But he'd heard no movements until now - and yet, in the mirror the plaster over the bodies practically writhes, as if made of maggots. He turns his back on the mirror (Come, Allen, don't be so stupid--) and locks his eyes on Sleeper - or the person that he thinks is Sleeper. She'd been facing the hall before, as if expecting him, and now ( ... )

Reply

withredallover April 9 2011, 04:55:13 UTC
[Glass crunches under his step as he approaches the bar - it looks like what had shattered was a couple of glasses that had fallen from the counter. The statue of the bartender remains motionless, although there is a distinct smirk on the figure's face - as if he is silently owning up to having been clumsy enough to drop the glasses.]

[Her arms most certainly weren't; they had been resting on the back of a chair, as if she was getting ready to pull it out for him to sit. And her head wasn't turned in this direction either, which it is now; it's turned at almost at a complete 90-degree turn, toward him, while the rest of her is turned toward the exit.]

Reply

selfdeluded April 9 2011, 05:15:58 UTC
[He doesn't pay the bartender much mind, honestly; far too concerned by the woman he thinks is Sleeper. He doesn't know how to get her out of the plaster safely, let alone his sire. The rest of the people, he doesn't much care about.

Allen misses it in the commotion despite the nothingness, but as he walks away from the bar and towards the figure of the girl the mirror cracks in half, reflecting his back; one side shows Allen in his normal clothing. The other, a slightly taller boy with white hair, clad in black with silver trim.

But he moves quickly to where Sleeper still remains, bringing his hands up to cover her ears (because he can't quite fit his palms on her cheeks) and try to find her eyes behind the mask once more.]

...I-- I could try to break this stuff... but it might hurt. Do you want me to..?

Reply

withredallover April 9 2011, 05:45:25 UTC
[Her eyes stare straight through him in a way that doesn't seem to follow him as he moves, yet they're still locked on him when he is within arm's reach. They blink once - once for yes, twice for no, perhaps?]

[They may even be watering a little, as if she is about to cry. Luckily, though, should Allen try to remove the mask, it will come off easily - leaving spatterings of plaster against her cheeks, nose, and quivering lips.]

Reply


Leave a comment

Up