((Summary Post))
Marietta Rosewood:
The Marionette Doll
Location: Performers' Tent
Interaction: Everyone in Tent
"Hello? Can you tell me... where I am? Wha-hat happened to me?"
Marrose couldn't turn her head to see where the voices were coming from. Besides the pain, she's realizing she has minimal to no control of her body at all. It was the most frustrating and frightful situation she's ever been in
"It looks like we had one hell of a night," a female voice replied across from her. Unable to contort her neck around for her eyes to see, Marrose instead had to rely on her hearing. Shuffles and the rattling of chains in the same direction reached her for a second before another, a more menacing male voice, cut through with a low hiss.
"I feel like that'sss the underssstatement of the sssentury."
This voice grew goosebumps across her... wooden flesh, like moss. Tears began to fall in silence as a genuine fear took over her senses. Her eyes were able to lift high enough to catch the glow of beady red eyes from across the poorly lit room. There was no telling what was attached to that tone - whatever it was, she had no defense against it.
More chains echoed in the room, and more activity from other forms began to awaken the place with life. Marrose wasn't alone... and, if those chains indicated anything, she wasn't the only victim... A ton of questions raked her pounding head, but she wasn't sure if asking them was appropriate at the moment. Was she among trusting company? If they were all prisoners, surely a guard stood nearby... Was it safe to talk?
"Unless any of you can get out of your bonds, I think we're pretty much stuck," the same female voice before her sparked. Marrose listened as the conversation began, and as far as she could figure, the few that spoke were acquaintances.
"We stopped trying to get out of our bonds a long time ago. Compliance and patience is your friend here."
This was a new voice, softer in tone, female, young but wise and patient. Marrose's eyes strained to follow, finding a young woman sitting in a fuzzy touch of daybreak. Her face was obscured by something, but she couldn't quite make out what. However, that was irrelevant. That woman's statement struck more fear in her, and a heavy doom loomed over her disheveled form. Marrose's silent tears released soft sobs and heavy breaths of sorrow about what she's fallen into. All she could do was listen and attempt to maintain a steady breath.
"I prefer chaos and rebellion. It tends to get results."
"If you want to get yourself killed or tortured first, then rebel away. I'm sure the Ringmaster will get a kick out of it."
More voices responded with discourse, this time from a male voice that seem to echo slightly within watery white noise. Marrose really forced her neck around this time, feeling her stiff "muscles" pop against her actions... if you can call it that. All she found in her investigation was a large, clear tub... No, a tank, full of water and marine vegetation - a little seaside oasis.
"Take a good look. You might last a little longer if you start learning now. Understand? This is where rebellion gets you. That, or you wind up dead like those you're replacing. Learn quickly, for your own sake."
Marrose gasped. The realization of that guy's words defeating her attempts to remain calm. The others .. they've been here for a long while, and that girl's voice with the chains - she was a - replacement; they both are!
That echoey male voice continued on, warning another about their language in front of
"the kids"!
~Oh, no! There are children here too?!~ Marrose almost lost her composure at the thought of children being kidnapped into such a horrid nightmare like this! Her head swarmed and threatened to blackout, but a new tone caught her attention because it didn't sound heavy with dread or warnings. Instead, it was more of a tease. Whoever these people are, they were so comfortable in hell that they even mockingly spoke to each other like all is normal.
"You curse too, Mashi. Remember when you fumbled that weight during rehearsals a couple of days ago? I think I learned three new curses just from you."
Finding an opportunity and the courage to speak, Marrose croaked,
"What... rehearsal? What's rebellion? W-what is this place, and... h-how long have you guys... been here?" She was breathing heavily; more nerves, anger, and sorrow than pain ravaged her lungs. A small puddle of tears formed under her face, mixing with the dried blood and dirt on the floor. There was no way she could keep a dry face now - Marrose was flustered in the worse way. Her body ached, her head pounded, her lungs burned, and all she wanted to do was sit up and meet these strangers face to face. As of now, they were all she had left in the world - the only lifeline she held that can keep her alive until... What? This group forewent the idea of escape... Survival then? But she didn't want that. She wanted home and friends... Freedom! The tears were followed with a hitch or two in her breathing but she held steady as much as she could until a deep, nasally growl rumbled in the room, sending a shockwave throughout her body.
Avris "Deutsch" Dutch:
The Minotaur/Bodyguard
Deutsch was sick of hearing their bellyaching, especially the timid whimpers coming from that wooden chew toy. He had to shut them up, cause his ears were hurting and he wanted a snack. The large minotaur stepped from his dark corner of the tent after his billowing wake-up call. Large hooves seem to cause an earthquake as his heavy steps fell. He moved into the light, so the new members could get a good look at their future end. He gave everyone a good, long stare, almost begging them to say another word or peep of sound. He wanted to rest after his long night's watch, but they talk too much...
He didn't know what time it was, but he knew it would be a moment more before he was cleared to leave for the day. Jack might come, but he didn't fucking care if he did nor not. Hachi won't cause it wasn't his job to babysit. Meric will be there soon to let him go, but the circus manager refuses to give him back scratches or snacks before bedtime. He can't stand Meric for that but obeys him regardless.
Giving one last irritated huff, the mighty Deutsch began to slowly head back to his corner, but the door to the tent opened slightly, and the sweet scent of death reached his ringed nostrils. The beast turned to find Dr. Morticia stepping inside. It was obvious to him that she was looking for something to do. When her attention reached him, the large, intimidating brute almost turned into a little puppy right before their eyes, but he held his demeanor before the others. He's got a reputation to uphold, after all.
"Good morning, dearie".
Deutsch respectfully bowed his horns,
~Morning, Doctor~, his thoughts touched her mind as an odd smile crossed his frothy muzzle. If anyone noticed, it was a creepy sight.
"Wanna help me pick out someone to toy with?"
A gleam of delight and his tail wagged unconsciously,
~Always, Doctor~. Deutsch stepped to the side to allow the Doctor to pass, only to follow her steps to guard her... as if she really needed it.
Location: Lab/Private Quarters
