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'Bloody' Mary

"So who broke a mirror"

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a character in “Caught in a Nightmare”, originally authored by SilverInk, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: 'Bloody' Mary


Type of Nightmare: "Manifestation of bad luck, those she directs her wrath at finds themselves in a never ending cycle of bad luck"

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Gender: Female

Role: Female Nightmare 1
Face Claim: Full Metal Alchemist Lust

Negative Traits: Short-tempered/ Impatient/ Vain/ Emotionally manipulative

Positive Traits: Curious/ Talkative/ Cunning/ Lucky/ Hidden hopeless romantic

Dislikes: Loud Noises/ Invasion of her personal space/ Being challenged

Likes: Gambling, always up for wager/ Nature/ Romance

Fears: Her entire being feeds off the bad luck of humans she comes into contact with as well as the constant rehashing of her folklore allows her to keep her powers and influence within the Nightmare realm. If humans lost belief in 'bad luck' or superstitions, perhaps worse scoffed at her legendary mirror trick, the effects could potentially weaken her so much that her entity would cease to exist.

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Personality Description: At first meeting, this manifestation is as vain as they come, constantly staring at her own reflection in a assortment of mirrors. In truth, its to appease her constant fears of her 'true' form taking over her current form. If one could get past the self-obession, they could see curious persona of a spirit longing to see the changes of the human world even her short trips into the human realm have required the aid of a foolish mortal not believing the folklore of her namesake. It is not surprising for her drop the arrogance facade if humans visiting the Nightmare for to inquire with one too many questions. Has a soft spot for animals despite their constant rejection of her company as her abilities to change the luck of others can be very hazardous to their survival.

Among other nightmares, her body language seems to become tenser as her strength depends on human fears of bad luck, which can remedied with resolve that there is no such thing as well as if they are watchful of their actions such as avoiding ladders, not crossing black cats and above all not breaking mirrors. So if there is a low supply of bad luck in her 'fields' of mirrors that she uses as conductors for the human world to bring the negative energy to her own body, her form can become fragile and at times transparent. Despite this constant threat, she is never one to back away from a fight even if it could potentially mean the end of her own life.

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Biographical History: Before the darkness, there was once the light at end of the tunnel for this entity. Mary was once a young woman living in London during the years leading up to her end as a human..that dreaded year of 1888. Times were hard for the woman known as Mary Ann Nichols as she found herself stuck between a rock and a hard place. Freshly divorced by her husband, she found herself facing the reality of being tossed out on the street without a steady income, meaning almost certain death or taking the risk of selling her body to keep lodging and food on the table..with mouths to feed at home and she chose the second option. It was a difficult year, yet by the skin of her teeth she managed to get by until that fateful August as her bad luck dropped to deeper levels as she found herself brutally murdered by the killer that would later be dubbed "Jack the Ripper". Her poor luck seemed to go beyond her own mortal life as her remaining family seemed to be haunted by her unsolved murder in the form of bad luck as her will lived on in the shape of a shapeless specter.

Decades passed as Mary's wrath at the mortal world for never solving her murder seemingly cooled down. The truth her anger was still a alive and kicking, she just unable to muster enough energy to continue her torment. The best she could do was cast a haunting reflection of her face within mirrors..her face pale in shock with gashes about her face and a never ending stream of blood dripping from her slit throat. After this one occurrence, her folklore as 'Bloody' Mary began to spread like wildfire as doubtful youths began to summon her spirit as a party game. Little did they know that there would negative consequences to their thoughtless actions as Mary fed off the spiritual energy of these rituals. Slowly she found herself shaping a physical body of her own as her strength grew, her presence in the physical world now appeared as a full-bodied apparition, frightening and ever so bloody.

As her summons to the mortal world continued, she found that every time she appeared a human's mirror a small gateway between the moral world and the Nightmare world imprinted itself on it the mirror. This small pathway allow her to constantly feed off the energies of humans in exchange for bestowing her 'gift' of bad luck. One such victim nearly died after almost falling down the stairs after a raven cawed outside his house (Superstition of the raven means an accident will happen), his sanity was fragile as his dreams were haunted by Mary who had grown gluttonous off his energy. Yes, she admitted it she did send the raven to do her bidding. In an effort to put an end to the nightmares, the victim smashed the mirror with a well-thrown punch..resulting in a furious Mary to reach through the gateway, widening it just enough to make a appearance in the fragments cursing the victim with bad luck for the rest of his lifetime. That victim died a week later after getting in a car accident..the oddest crime scene police had ever been to as all the glass in the car never broke despite being fragmented to the core. Or at least so the legend goes...mortals still avoid breaking mirrors after that incident.

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Tattoos/Markings:Her throat has a large slash when she speaks, blood seems to seep out of it with each word. If her temper is pushed far enough, she can physically open up her other wounds from her mortal body such as her nearly disemblowed stomach seems just be held in by a strip of flesh. Her face wraps into a bloody mess as open wounds seem to spring to life, blood mixing in with tears as she relives the pain of her murder.

Height: 5,5

Brief Appearance Description: Full-figured and enchanting is one word to describe the physical figure of Mary as she finds pride within her form. Her hair is midnight black reaching the middle of her back with a slight curl to it. Her eyes are dark brown, almost ebony at first glance, possibly one of the most imitating features that she has. Traditionally dressed in a body-hugging black evening gown along with black opera gloves, she cuts a stunning figure as if its going to be the start of a good dream that is if you stay on her good side. Her 'true' form is that of a mangled corpse with a ruined dress and ripped corset. The corset portion is ripped at the bottom allowing the viewer to see her nearly visible intestines as blood seeps from the cursed wound along with her throat gash become practical waterfall of black blood as each word is spoken. This form seems to appear only when she is either in a rage or if she is weakened enough that she can't sustain her 'natural' form.

Notable Skills/Abilities: Reflection: This allows her body to physically enter the reflection of either mirrors or water, although the second option is a bit risky.

Luck of the Draw: Has unnaturally good luck a majority of the time. Do not ever play cards or make wager with this Nightmare, chances are she will rig the odds in her favor.

Stealth: If enough reflective surfaces are available, she can become as invisible as a ghost just using her Reflection as her way of following someone. Has light enough feet to move without making noise in her physical form.

Reflexes: Seems to inherit a natural sense of balance about her person regardless of her situation. So maybe the myth that cats always land on their feet is true.


Power Description:

Mirror, Mirror: An extension of her ability Reflection, this where it can be particularly tricky for both Mary as well as her victim. This power allows her physically reach out of her reflective surface and grab the item/or unlucky person and slam them against the surface of the mirror/water. It is exceedingly dangerous for the victim as if they shatter the glass, they can find themselves bleeding from numerous glass fragments as well as the negative consequences of breaking a mirror. The sudden rush of bad luck can easily give Mary a boost of strength in her physical form. If the surface she is occupying is water, drowning is not a pleasant way to go. This power can also be used defensively as it allows her make a quit exit through mirrors if the odds are against her.

Shape-shifting: The mythos of two particular creatures have stood out to her as valuable for many purposes. The first creature she can assume the form of is an impossibly large black cat, that is about the size of medium sized dog. One could easily call it a panther, but that would be biologically incorrect. The cat form itself is mainly used for stealthier tactics or she wants to become blended in with the darkness of shadows. The only offensive capability this creature has unsettling large claws..which would become a burden very quickly as if anything becomes stuck between her sensitive toes her balance can be thrown off.

The second form she has can become multiple forms if she desires it, this form is purely for evasive tactics or scouting purposes. The form is that a raven, nothing unusual about it aside from the fact that it does not have a reflection of its own. If one were to see the raven's reflection, it would merely be that of Mary. Flying has its benefits in terms of scouting, however her form is extremely sensitive to ranged attacks. Her preferred evasive tactic if she finds herself being overwhelmed is to literally burst into an unkindness of ravens (Unkindness is the term for a flock of ravens), with numerous possible targets to attack, she can find herself only suffering minor wounds if any of her ravens die in action. Eventually she has to resemble to her Nightmare form within five minutes of forming the unkindness as to keep up that many forms can be very trying. Any longer than five minutes and she begins to suffer from the her mortal wounds reopening.

Absorption: She is an entity that survives off the bad luck of others, obviously there will be benefits to this power. With enough absorption she can maintain her powers for longer periods of time as well as maintain the vanity of chosen form. Another boon to this method is that her body is a pool of energy that is constantly stacking upon one another, giving her relatively fast healing gifts such as a paper cut will be completely sealed within thirty seconds. Actual flesh wounds can take longer and she must rest while the repairs are being to this form.

Coin Toss: Can easily form some of negative energy into the shape of a coin, which is cursed with bad luck. This coin can be passed to a selected target, which will amplify any superstitions that the person believes in resulting in consequences that could be fatal. An example of this would be crossing the path of black cat while walking on a pathway could result in you spraining your ankle etc.

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Power Weakness:

Concentration: She has to have complete focus while using her method of transportation through reflections, if she distracted by anything unrelated to the task at hand, there can be consequences. One being slightly less dangerous, she is stuck behind the safety of a reflection in an safe house so to speak, the only major danger is if one were somehow manage to smash all mirrors or take away all reflections trapping her permanently behind her own trick. The second complication that can arise is that she is so off-balanced is that she unable to physically enter her desired reflection..possibly dooming her to an impossible fight.

Dependence: She is an entity that literally can wax and wane with flows of bad luck. If there is not enough negative karma for to absorb either from her gateways in the human world or that her victim is literally covered in good luck charms, her powers can easily be reduced to nothing rendering her to 'natural' form of a literally walking corpse or vapors of negative energy.

Fatigue: While in her shapeshifting forms, her instincts can merge with that of the actual animal mind. This can be troublesome as she has constantly subdue these instincts in order to accomplish her own ends, yet to subdue these urges it take mental prowess which can be draining on her energies. In order to combat this weakness she has to have a constant balancing act between the mind of Beast and Nightmare. To maintain these forms it is physically draining unless she gives into her wilder nature.


Equipment: Carries around an assortment of small mirrors such as hand mirrors or even using her make-up case as a direct line to the numerous reflections that she see in the immediate area.

Her only weapon that she has on her person is large fragment of a glass mirror with a specialized hand. The fragment is wielded like an impromptu dagger that has only one use to seriously main the target after one use. She can easily create more of these through breaking other local mirrors with a quick reflection and smashing it with a snap of her fingers.

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Other: N/A

So begins...

'Bloody' Mary's Story

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'Bloody' Mary


As the warning of "You made too much noise andā€¦ things are going to come soon. I will explain further while we are moving" came from the dainty mouth of Mary Rose, a chorus of harsh laughter echoed throughout the surrounding trees, even worse as it did not even come from a human throat. Vague avian-like shapes formed in the shrouded branches as a faint wind rattled the branches giving the strangers a glance of what exactly surrounded them. Ebony feathered ravens with cut throats shifted their feathers as they gave an encore of calls, while one raven in particularly stunning feature of blood red eyes, in comparison to the black beady ones of its fellows. Even more odd was around its weeping throat was that of make-up case, its mirror being dyed in blood. Its pointy beak opened its maw as a distinctly female voice came from it "Still trying to guide lost lambs..hoping to find your one true pet? I would have thought you would have learned by now little Lamb" . Within seconds it seemed like a torrent of ravens swept over the heads of the visitors as a singular entity, as the crimson-eyed raven dropped open make-up case on the ground in-between the visitors and the dead as the unkindness swarmed around it before vanishing one by one into the small mirror in moments. Until all that remained was that small make-up mirror at least for a moment as one single pale digit emerged followed by the rest of the hand as the Nightmare known as 'Bloody' Mary emerged from the mirror and picked up the case, pouting slightly as she checked her reflection by snapping it shut with her fingers.

A faint smirk appeared on her face as she mockingly wiggled her fingers in the lovely Lamb's direction before pivoting in the direction of the newcomers purring in a silk voice "I am one thing our darling little lamb spoke of. If I may introduce myself..you have heard of my legend as I am truly one thing to be feared or revered depending on how much you put your stock in luck. You may call me Mary..care to guess my legend. If you get it right maybe I will give you a head start..I will give you hint..reflections.." The fog had lessened around her elegantly gowned form as beads of crimson seeped from the wound in her neck. The wound itself was merely a line as it seemed to stitched neatly at least for now. Cold eyes looked from human to human as her smirk grew larger as she felt a chill of anticipation run up her spine at the thought of beginning another chase, "Get it right and I will give you a boon of my favor..tipping luck in your favor possibly...indulge a beautiful woman won't you gentlemen?" .

Her eyes blinked almost owlishly as she took in the eccentric features of the visitors ranging from the man in the dress-like clothing, a clearly angry young girl to the smoking purple haired boy. ~What an odd group of humans we have here..~ Mary pondered as she awaited their answers. Deciding the morals were of little danger to her own person, she turned her attention to the Lamb and one of the newer permanent residents who was of little interest to her. Yet Lamb was one who deserved pity as she had watched from afar a few times as the girl battled between her two selves..it almost moved her own long-since dead heart..if it only were not so pathetic. Waggling a finger at the Lamb she tutted "Now don't go ruining my fun, little Lamb and give away my game." Her tone was condescending as if she were speaking to a child rather than a perfectly able woman. Although in her eyes, anyone not a Nightmare was exactly that..a whimpering child too afraid to just embrace the darkness that was now their life.

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Character Portrait: Mary Rose Carew Character Portrait: Karo Shirakawa Character Portrait: Hanataro Iku Character Portrait: Leon Meyer Character Portrait: Amelia Renard Character Portrait: 'Bloody' Mary
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Amelia Renard






This was getting absurd. The longer this went on, the more sure Amelia became. That she was in a nightmare, or a dream - whichever! And none of this would harm her. But, looking between the two women who arrived, she was becoming less and less sure that she was safe. Whatever was going on... it wasn't normal. It wasn't natural.

The first one, a young-looking girl, with beautiful, silvery blonde hair, and an old-fashioned dress. She spoke posh, and acted posh, almost like a noble girl of old. She gave off an eerie vibe, and didn't really seem to be all there. But she seemed harmless, at least. Her lilting voice and charming looks giving her a child-like demeanor.

But, the other. Amelia was not frightened by much, but she felt a chill run through her spine as their gazes met. This woman had arrived like Dracula, but with a flurry of flying crows, instead of bats. And she herself had an identical injury to them all, a festering, horrific wound in her throat. Every cruel word this woman spoke caused it to bleed. And that smile she wore, was far from friendly or kind. It was predatory. Murderous. She called them all lambs, as if she were a wolf for the slaughter.

This was what that girl meant. Is this what they had attracted? It was absurd and horrific at the same time. Amelia didn't know whether to laugh at the impossibility of the situation, or to run as fast as she could.

"You may call me Mary..."

"Care to guess my legend."


By this point, Amelia was backpedaling, looking at this 'Mary' with wide eyes. What did she mean, by legend? And honestly, did it matter? This woman had seemingly popped out of a mirror. As soon as that posh girl approached from the fog was the moment sense and rationality took a nosedive from the window.

"I will give you a hint... reflections." This clue really almost made it too easy.

Amelia's gaze fluttered from Mary, to that mirror that she held in hand. The one the woman had popped out from. Was this woman really suggesting...? And even if she were, would the two men with Amelia even know? They seemed foreign, this particular legend was a western thing, as far as she knew.

"Bloody Mary?" Amelia said, her stride stopping just short of the two men behind her. "You're saying that you're Bloody Mary? Are you serious?" The thing that scared Amelia the most, is not the claim, nor the legend of Mary herself. It's the fact that... she almost believed it. She almost believed this nonsense. The confusion and trepidation was clear, both in her tone, and expression.

She didn't want it to be real. She knew it shouldn't be real. But, this felt very, very real. And that scared her.

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Karo Shirakawa




How long have he been here, ten minutes? And there's already some weird chick jumping out of mirrors and calling herself Bloody Mary! Isn't Bloody Mary a drink? He's probably had one or two of those and there might have been a girl looking like that in that picture but he doubts that she popped out of mirrors. So what the fuck is up with this weird dream? He lets out a sigh and looks at the woman dressed in black. Yes, she does look scary but what could she really do? Poke them with those pointy nails? No, that'd be stupid. He looks at the women. They're three now... Can't there be more guys instead? It's just him and the old man that's got the hots for the annoying girl. No, stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He looks at the women again. The creepy one is talking about being some sort of legend, what's up with that? Did she escape from the nut house or what? "Geez... Does all of you girls have a screw loose or what? No offense to you blondie, you seem better than those two nut jobs!" He casually blows out smoke in the girls' direction. "Little girl, you voice is giving me a headache so just... Be quiet, will ya?" he says while keeping a safe distance and avoiding the angry girl's eyes. "What's a bloody Mary? Isn't that a drink?"

Western people have so many weird things. Weird drinks, annoying girls and weeeeeird chicks that pops out of mirrors. Geez, can't they be more like japanese people? That old man seems pretty nice so why can't they take after him?

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Confused seeing his knot didn't properly work, he lifted his gaze to the girl; facing her anger filled face that demanded him to let go. Quickly, Hana made a distance between them, picking up the piece of cloth he just ripped with him after she tossed it away and watched Amelia with big eyes as she roughly mouthed Hana as if he just had made the biggest mistake in his whole short life. Was he an idiot? He couldn't really deny that. Yet he had difficulties understanding what exactly he did, that made her assume he was one. "Are you an idiot!? It's a gimped leg! There's nothing you can do for it! And I swear to god, if you go and start touching me up again - ESPECIALLY my leg..." Gimped... is it? After awhile, sitting on the ground utterly confused he blinked. Perhaps he was an idiot, not recognizing the difference between an injured and a gimped leg, but still it was difficult to see, also because of Hana's poor sight and the fog that began to get thicker and thicker every minute, as if wanting to intimidate and corner the three individuals there.

"I-- I am sorry..." Hana stammered, more surprised-scared than really sorry. He could not really help it, as of course he made a mistake and assumed she was injured from the fall seeing her movements; however what he still did not really get was the simple fact why she was bursting with such anger, as if Hana had just punched her or something. He remembered he did something similar in the past, wanting to treat a scar thinking it was an injury, but that woman just laughed amusingly. But Amelia...? The more he thought, the more it made no sense for him therefore he stopped. He was not the thinking type of guy anyways, it won't do any good. It is why he apologized one more time as he slowly stood up whilst doing a polite bow as in japan usual. "I apologize one more time if I have offended you in any way. I will not touch you again, I promise." With that been said with deep concern, even displayed on his face, he slowly lifted his head back up and searched for her gaze. However, he didn't catch it, seeing it was settled on something else...

Following the gaze, Hana narrowed his eyes to see clearer. The young purple haired man indicated towards two figures, for Hana blurry and unclear but enough, to see a blonde and a blue haired in the distance, probably facing them. It was an... how can one say?... odd feeling on the tongue catching their sight. It was as if he got goose bumps, but on another thought, it was only unusual; frighten unusual. Was this really a start of the nightmare? ā€œThis is where you get after dying and before you pass on. It is theā€¦ how did he explain it? Oh yes right, it is the dimension who keeps the living world and the afterlife combined. It is here you have to expiate your sins before getting to heaven. If heaven does exist.ā€ The woman voice was heard, faintly, but enough for Hana to listen to. Nothing which means he understood the content though. Was he perhaps-- dead? No way, he didn't feel dead the slightest, actually he weirdly felt very alive! His hand slowly went up to his chest. Poundings. Thank God, his heart was pounding, he was alive!

The smell of smoke was distracting him, therefore he had to gaze sharply in the direction of the purple haired. He loathed the smoke of cigarettes. What was that kid thinking? Smoking in his age, did he want to ruin his body? As he wanted to step up to him, eventually get rid of the cigarette he was currently using, faint steps were heard afar and the blonde haired reduced the distance between them, yet didn't come so close that Hana could have a clear look at her face. However enough, to let Hana assume it was a woman. Was she the one talking just now? Whilst doing a polite gesture, letting Hana assume she was some kind of nobility or from a rich house, his question answered itself, as the same woman voice sounded out of her mouth: ā€œMy name is Mary Rose Carew, you seem lost and I know the way back to where you belong. It is better to start moving. You made to much noise andā€¦ things are going to come soon. I will explain further while we are moving.ā€

Mary Rose Carew... what a beautiful name. Hana always liked European names thus failed to understand he made a mistake by shouting just now. However, how could he know that...? All of a sudden, an ear-piercing laugh went through the air, made Hana to look around furiously. It was different than any other, made him cringe and step backward, to finally feel secure having the tree behind him. Suddenly a swarm of ravens appeared in their middle, croaking and flying in various of direction before settling on one spot. Not long afterward, they flew away with not less noise and revealed... it. Clueless, Hana stared at the creature as if hypnotized, did not really had an idea what exactly was, that appeared in front of him. What exactly happened just now?

As the creature spoke, with such rough womanly voice, Hana felt wobbly on both of his legs; it was so frightening real it scared him. Was this really a dream? Hana had to settle with a denial; no it wasn't. It was real and he was caught in the middle of it, whatever this might be. To the game, she referred to them answering her question, right? Hana assumed so, did not have any idea what she meant though. Then Amelia raised her voice and answered nothing Hana was able to bring; or nothing he would now so to speak. Then, the purple haired kid joined in "Geez... Does all of you girls have a screw loose or what? No offense to you blondie, you seem better than those two nut jobs!" As he casually blew out smoke into the girls' directions, Hana could only frown, slightly irritated. "Little girl, you voice is giving me a headache so just... Be quiet, will ya? What's a bloody Mary? Isn't that a drink?" Honest, Hana did not comprehend this youngling. Actually he never met anyone similar to this kid, hiis behaviour was just too unbelievable. Hana was sure that he was under-aged, and he was also positive that the "little" woman, Amelia, was older than him by few years. So how can he be so improper? Regardless of this almost ridiculous situation, Hana still put respect, politeness and correct behaviour highly. Plus smoking in front of other people;; that especially was a behaviour Hana refused to accept.

Few steps were enough to reach the purple haired teen as Hana suddenly with quick movements of his hands snatched the cigarette out of his mouth, practically destroyed it only remaining small little pieces and threw them to the ground. ā€œI beg your pardon, but I do not assume you're old enough yet to be consuming cigarettes. Furthermore it is irresponsible to smoke whilst in presence of other individuals.ā€ Softly, the words escaped from his mouth which formed a formal smile, as he faced the creature once more in new founded courage. Although he felt so small, so weak and in comparison practically nothing; he withstood her- or rather its- gaze bravely.

"Nice to meet you, Mary Rose. Nice to meet you, Mary. My name is Hanataro Iku, or simply Hana." An introduction he made was in his way of thinking the likely to be said in such situations, where regardless of what happened afterward, two individuals had introduced themselves while he had not. It was only proper to name is name, right? "Are you two possibly... related?" Simply assuming with the same name that they're related was pretty typical for Hana; in fact, it was so stupid that others may disregard his question and move on, ignoring him. Yet he was curious.

"And is Amelia, right? Are you.. Bloody Mary?" Was it a clever thing to be honest, and tell her- or rather it- that he did not know the legend she mentioned? Even Hana was enough intelligent to know that and silenced himself after the few sentences he spoke.

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Character Portrait: Mary Rose Carew Character Portrait: Karo Shirakawa Character Portrait: Hanataro Iku Character Portrait: Leon Meyer Character Portrait: Amelia Renard Character Portrait: 'Bloody' Mary
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Karo Shirakawa




The shock from the man grabbing his cigarette and completely destroying it made Karo freeze.

ā€œI beg your pardon, but I do not assume you're old enough yet to be consuming cigarettes. Furthermore it is irresponsible to smoke whilst in presence of other individuals.ā€

Not old enough? Who the hell does this guy think he is?! "What the fuck do you think you're doing?! I don't have more than two packs with me so don't waste them! And what's it to you if I'm not old enough? You a cop or what?" His voice got more and more angry and he clenched his hand. He admits that patience and understanding isn't one the things he'd write on his resume but that guy is clearly picking a fight, right? He's atleast acting very unpolite.

To avoid getting physical with the other guy, he turned his attention to the kind of weird looking women and the blue haired man...? Well, the person behind them. Should he introduce himself? The others seems to have done that... He pulls his hand through his hair and smirks. "I'm Karo Shirakawa." There, now it's done.

He takes out another cigarette and lights it, careful not to let the other man ruin that one too. After making sure his hair was in order he looks at the woman in black but quickly moves on to the one named Mary Rose. The woman in black just looked downright creepy and he'd rather not lay his eyes on her ever again. But the blonde one... There were something fascinating about her. His eyes carefully looked at every inch of her, as much as could with the fog in the way. She doesn't look old but certainly looks like she's from somewhere old. Dirty but still pure. But everything about her screamed that she was used to sitting pretty every day but at the same time she kinda reminded him of his mother. A woman that fights to stay alive.

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Leon Meyer






Oh god no.

Leon sprung up, circling around the graveyard, loosening his tie. Where one Nightmare appears, more would surely follow. And just one nightmare was enough to kill all three of the humans, even with both him and Mary Rose present.

He couldn't let that happen. These humans were the first lead in a long time. The only actual chance that he might get to go home, and leave this god forsaken madhouse of terrors. They cannot die. He would not let them. And he definitely would not let a Nightmare touch them.

The three humans were reacting just as expected, with mixed degrees of shock and fear. But they didn't even know what a Nightmare was. They didn't know what it could do. If they did, they would have started running already. Though they wouldn't get far. And if they knew what a Nightmare was capable of, they'd stop their petty squabbling over cigarettes and etiquette. If only they even had an idea of how precious their own lives were. And how foolish it is to risk them by continuing to stay. Humans are all fools.

He approached Mary Rose, placing a hand on her shoulder, and bending to whisper in her ear.

"You need to leave. Get them all away."

He wrapped his tie around his right hand - a makeshift hand wrap, so as to not injure his knuckles. Although it's not like he'd even land a punch on the Nightmare anyway. He started to edge to the side, angling to walk behind the Nightmare. He knew that she'd likely notice, especially with his jury-rigged 'preparation'. So hopefully, she'll take enough notice to turn her back on the humans, and focus on him. Maybe it would give Mary Rose the window she'd need.

He didn't call out. He didn't do anything but slowly, and less-than-subtly try and move behind her. An action that would scream louder than any word. Garner more attention than any spoken challenge. His steps were sure, his hands were steady, but his eyes conveyed the hesitation and fear that he felt. For this could go wrong very, very quickly.

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Voices. Unknown voices.

Screams. Unknown screams.

Scent. Unknown scent.

Fantastic.

Clown-ish sat up from his position, listening. Thus did not fail to perceive every foreign fragrance that gradually formed a presence within the dark realm. His golden orbs seemed restless, continuously searching for the exact position. Where? Where was it? From nothing, a grin formed itself on his pale face, showing off sharp animalistic teeth shining white into the darkness. He found them. Them whose smell he truly adored to the point he wants to crush them into tiny little pieces.

In the dark of darkness, his essence split; formed another, a doppelganger, which did not distinguish itself from him other than its cloth he wore and the colour of its hair; because the original is unmistakable, unique and an individual. Clown-ish then sent his doppelganger away for Clown-ish to play as observer. Clown-ish himself leaned back and closed his eyes, watched every step his doppelganger made.

Ravens in the sky as he came closer revealed the presence of his kind; the Bloody Mary, if he had to bet. A woman he found extremely amusing, but never had a chance to have a chat with. It was a great shame, as many refused to have a nice talk with him; they tend to attack like a threatened animal once he neared them. Yes, it was such a pity. How wonderful it would be to get to know, only to make it more interesting. Dramas were always one weakness of his, so entertaining; as betrayal is sweet and tears even more so.

At his arrival he vanished into thin air, watching the scene without lifting a finger. The blondie and the blue haired he recognized, seen them around but never they piqued his interest as they do now. Bloody Mary in their centre as always covered in black standing elegantly and fearsome; pretty much Clown-ish type of woman, very sexy. Eventually his golden frightful orbs settled on the three unknown individuals. The scent that although was perceived as unknown, he despised very much. Was it real, what he saw?

.. Humans? Living humans whose flesh was still fresh and young and delicious? Having hearts which pounded in time? Those selfish and vicious creatures that formed his essence? Non-involved, but still with enthusiasm and piqued interest, he watched how those dealt with the threat which was no one other than Bloody Mary and listened to every word, even chuckled realizing they started some kind of introduction round. How oddly interesting, it would be a pity to kill them just like that. Yes, such pity.

Suddenly, the blue haired sneaked up to Bloody Mary with an obvious suspicious stance that seemed to scream for a surprise attack. However, he needed an oddly long time for preparation and it felt very off; therefore betraying his intent to act as distraction. Such act of bravery, wanting to protect; Clown-ish eyes sparkled of amusement. That was it! The drama he urged for! It was so perfect, so beautiful; sadly very predictable. Getting a nightmare like that won't do; the blue haired dead one will be killed in that instant.

He won't let such drama end just like that, however. Clown-ish gradually created the illusion he had prepared since minutes ago. A manipulation that caused a thunderstorm wherein lightening crashed down, came dancing from the black clouds overhead. Letting trees and countless of trees ignite to form a grand heat that came closer... and closer... an illusion which heat was not some joke. It felt real; and from warm it quickly changed to torridly hot. Perceived by all possible senses it really seemed unfeigned and shifted the threatening silence in the very second the illusion succeeded. It was like a preparation, a foretaste for Clown-ish to bestow them his presence. As per the tempest appeared from nothing, Clown-ish popped up, resting his arm on the blue haired shoulders and giggled to him with a broad grin and frightful golden eyes. 'A wonderful day to have a chat, I presume?' Suddenly a voice went through every individual present. Telepathy was, that he used, while he continued to sound a creepy giggle.

As sudden as he appeared, he vanished once again only to pop up beside the three humans to bow down to them in a showy way and eventually to the others. His hat whilst he removed of course like a gentleman, with the difference that he slightly tilted his head to the side, having a wide grin on and started again, to giggle. 'Delighted to make your acquaintance, Clown-ish is the name.' He introduced himself through telepathy once again. With a slight wink he glanced to Bloody Mary with his ever-cheerful demeanour, wide-eyed like always revealing the full glory of his golden orbs. After seconds he appeared slightly to hover in the air, as he lifted his cane. Pointing to the direction where the fire creeped closer than ever to the bunch. 'Shall we play my game, for a change?' With the background music to be thunder and lightening, and the fire heating up the scene plus the wind that seemed to carry the heat closer to them; what perfect setting. Clown-ish giggled. It definitely was one sweet welcoming drama.

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Mary Rose Carew



Katarina was ecstatic when the ravens started to fly around while Mary Rose started to panic, the only thought she had on her mind was how painful this would get. Shivering she shrank down into something even more pitiful, all she begged for was to not get hurt. The wounds began to hurt at the thought of pain, she just wanted to run away.

As she thought it was Bloody Mary who revealed herself and started talking, and what she heard was not scaring her at all actually. It made her twitch, Katarina laughed happily as she came closer.

Do you hear what she says? Do you hear what kind of voice she uses? She talks down to you, she acts like she is greater than you. That lowlife thinks she is something. She acts like she is older than you. But you know how pitiful she was before she turned out like this, right? So how dare she talk to you like thatā€¦ Doesnā€™t it make you angry?

Mary Roseā€™s eyes got bigger as the twitching got worse, ā€œIt does.ā€ Katarina started to dissolve as the anger grew, while Mary Rose clenched her hands and grinded her teethā€™s. Losing control. Just as she was going to charge forward Leon was beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder making her snap back to reality ā€“ or her kind of reality. She stared down at the hand, how dare he touch her? You canā€™t just walk around and touch people however you like! He was not of her status so he should definitely not touch her.

ā€œYou need to leave. Get them all away.ā€

The humans? Oh, Bloody Maryā€¦ He doesnā€™t want them to die. How ridiculous, do he think he can do anything? Well as long as itā€™s not her who gets attacked she can go along with it. She followed Leon with her eyes as he tried to get Bloody Maryā€™s attention when suddenly, she wasnā€™t the only nightmare around.

Mary Rose looked around her confused by what she saw, she hasnā€™t seen this before. Was it a new nightmare? Or just a nightmare she hadnā€™t seen yet? Strangeā€¦ She should know everyone around here, or everyone who was still active, some had stopped and just laid around waiting for their deaths. It was a funny, nightmares who thought they would die by time. Katarina who was clearly visible again and irritated, hissed towards Leon for destroying everything didnā€™t seem to notice anything.

ā€œKatarina, lookā€¦ā€ Startled Katarina turned her gaze towards Mary Rose and right after she seemed to notice the surroundings.

Who?

Mary Rose didnā€™t have time to answer because what seemed to be the cause of what has just occurring suddenly stood beside Leon. Both Mary Rose and Katarina were startled by that, well more startled by the fact that neither of them knew who it was. Somewhat he looked scarier than Bloody Mary since his appearance wasā€¦ disturbing. Well disturbing for Mary Rose. What was that?

A wonderful day to have a chat, I presume?

Mary Roseā€™s eyes grew bigger, that was not Katarinaā€™s voiceā€¦ Why did she hear another voice? She started pressing her fingers against the skull while thinking over and over again ā€œGet outā€. For each time more desperately as the twitching started again. Was it getting worse? Was the end near? She didnā€™t even notice what the others did, she was to panicked by the voice.

Delighted to make your acquaintance, Clown-ish is the name. Shall we play my game, for a change?

Clown-ish? Oh! Was it him? Once again while the pupils got smaller she looked at the new face, was that Clown-ish? It wasnā€™t something in her head? She didnā€™t get worse? Katarina laughed slightly and tapped her on the shoulder.

I think you are getting worse by the minute.

Turning her head in an angel who shouldnā€™t be possible for a living person she stared at Katarina as she dissolved. The twitching got worse again as Mary Rose pressed her nails against the skull, she must keep it together. ā€œOh noā€¦ Oh noā€¦ Oh n-ā€œ The icing laugh crawled out of the mouth, quietly at the beginning but grew higher and higher. ā€œHow pathetic you look, should this be scary?ā€

Emerging from the comfort behind the fog Katarina stepped before the other with a hideous grin as the body still twitched like it was possessed. Which it was to some point. Leaning forward with wide-open eyes she studied the two nightmares and smiled even bigger as she looked at Bloody Mary. ā€œDonā€™t you dare talk down to me you lowlife. I am older than you are. I remember when you came here and how pathetic you were trying to vengeance your death. Is that what you do now? I donā€™t think so.ā€

She looked at the new one, ā€œAnd you. I havenā€™t even seen you. Are you new? Because it looks like that.ā€ She laughed. ā€œAnd you are supposed to be a nightmare? What a joke.ā€

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Karo Shirakawa




Everyone seemed focused on the creepy woman in black, it was probably only Karo who's mind had wandered somewhere else. To the young, blonde girl to be precise. He couldn't stop watching her, it was something about her that made it impossible to look away. That's when it happened. There was a voice in his head. Not the one that described the young woman, it sounded mean and manly.

"A wonderful day to have a chat, I presume?"

He quickly looked around, hearing a creepy giggle. Was he the only one that heard this? His eyes found the young woman again. She seemed both scared and upset. Should he do something? Yeah right, like what? He knew nothing about what was happening, had no idea who the voice in his head was or who was the owner of the creepy giggle. So how could he help her?

"Delighted to make your acquaintance, Clown-ish is the name."

There it was again. The voice in his head. But it wasn't just in his head this time. Before him, the little girl and the old man stood a man with golden eyes and a disturbing grin on his face. Then he disappeared, right into thin air. Karo looked around again and it actually started to get a little creepy. The voice sounded again, this time from above.

"Shall we play my game, for a change?"

The man was sitting in the air above him, pointing towards a direction from which you could see a red glow. This was almost too much for the young man and it started to get harder and harder to stand up straight. But then he heard blondie's voice.

"How pathetic you look, should this be scary?"

Who was she talking to? No, that didn't even matter because she moved towards the woman in black. But she didn't walk like a lady. All of it just looked weird. And that icy laugh, the ugly grin and her body twitching. It was uncomfortable and he didn't want to look at her. But he still couldn't look away. Damn it, why couldn't he take his eyes off her?! Stupid woman...

He looked at her again. She was leaning forward and looking at the woman in black, Bloody Mary was it? He doubted that her eyes could open any more than they already were and she was looking more and more scary. Then her grin got bigger and she started talking to the woman in black.

"Donā€™t you dare talk down to me you lowlife. I am older than you are. I remember when you came here and how pathetic you were trying to vengeance your death. Is that what you do now? I donā€™t think so."

What happened to the polite young woman that looked even more scared than him two minutes ago? Now she's standing there, reprimanding a woman that emerged from a mirror and smiling while doing it? She's getting scarier by the minute. Her head turns to the man with the golden eyes.

"And you. I havenā€™t even seen you. Are you new? Because it looks like that."

She laughed before continuing.

"And you are supposed to be a nightmare? What a joke."

She's clearly picking a fight and Karo could only stand there, praying that they won't kill him when the fight start.

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Amelia Renard

Leon Meyer






What had happened was frightening, biblical, even. Lightning rang down from the sky, scorching the earth just as an unnatural wildfire consumed the forest around the graveyard, turning the chilled, misty air into a sweltering furnace. The heat bothered Amelia the most, with her heavy winter clothing causing her to quickly sweat. The lightning made Leon jump. The strikes reminded him too much like those familiar gunshots. Both combined worried them just as equally.

'A wonderful day to have a chat, I presume?' Leon felt a pressure on his shoulder, and partly out of reflex, partly out of fear, he turn and swung. He barely a glimpse of the new nightmare before the jolly, maniacal performer disappeared, his fist hitting only air.

Then, the deranged clown reappeared before the living trio.

"Delighted to make your acquaintance, Clown-ish is the name. Shall we play my game, for a change?"

At this, Amelia started to slowly step back, blindly feeling for tombstones to lean on for her leg. Compared to 'Bloody Mary', this Clownish didn't look as menacing. But the flames that surrounded them wanted to tell a different tale. Even Leon seemed to deflate, his previous zeal and foolishness visibly running out of him. One nightmare was dangerous. Even if both Leon and ghost Mary tried to distract her, the nightmare could still end up killing the humans.

Two nightmares...

But... the only one who didn't seem frightened was, in fact, Mary. Her eyes took on a fire that burned brightly, maniacally, while he looked between the two threats, his brain scrambling and churning for some idea - any idea, of how to get out of here alive. It was as if she adopted the zeal that he had just abandoned.

ā€œHow pathetic you look, should this be scary?ā€ Mary spat out, the beginning of a long... and dangerous tirade against the two nightmares. Leon stared at her with a mixture of awe and anger. He knew that this new found bravery was likely due to her madness, but even so, she was insulting not one- but two nightmares.

On the other hand, she was insulting two nightmares. She was going to get them all killed, tortured, or worse. "Mary-! Not a good idea!" He muttered viciously, bending down once again to hopefully ensure no eavesdropping.

Amelia, on the other hand saw an opportunity. These nightmares... they had big egos, if she thought correctly. Appearing in flashy, creative, and downright destructive ways. Hopefully they wouldn't take such brazen insults too kindly. Hopefully they'll be preoccupied enough to not notice the humans.

She had backed up enough to where she could reach the odd-haired boy. She grabbed his arm tightly, pulling him down. While far from subtle, her words were hopefully quieter than her actions. "We need to go, and we need to go quietly. This... is not going to get any better."

She went to the boy first for a reason. For some reason, he really seemed to hate her, and she doubted he would even notice, or care about whatever signal or sign she wanted to silently convey. Hopefully Hana would be a bit more receptive to subtleties. She glanced over his way, giving a quick nod behind her.

Though she tried to hide it, Amelia was rather terrified. This entire situation was ungodly. Unnatural. And she was certain that none of them would walk away from it alive. So, her gaze held no anger towards Hana, at least, not for the moment. It was replaced by desperation. Fear.

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Karo Shirakawa




He was still watching the blonde woman, not taking any notice about the scared man with blue hair. This woman... Even though she did look quite unpleasant with her body twitching and that mad grin, she still had an aura around her body, a quite nice one too. It made him want to keep watching her for all eternity. As long as she keeps her distance.

His thoughts was quickly disrupted by the young girl pulling him down on the ground.

"We need to go, and we need to go quietly. This... is not going to get any better."

He quickly pulled his arm away from her and was just about to scream at her for touching him when he saw how truly terrified she was. His eyes went to the man with blue hair and he could see how scared he was too. Was the old man scared as well? He couldn't see but he knew that if his mind hadn't been wrapped around blondie this whole time, he would've been scared too. And he should be scared. Not only because there was a girl, inches away from him, but also because the golden eyed man and the woman in black were truly dangerous and their little 'game' would undoubtely end in the death of everyone participating. And the young girl seems to have understood that so the best option is probably to listen to her. He takes a deep breath before whispering to her with a deep blush. Yeah, he's not that good at talking to girls... "W-Where s-should we go then...?" He swallows before continuing. "A-And how do we get away without them noticing...?" He nods towards the woman in black and the man with golden eyes. "They'll kill us if they see us trying to get away, or atleast torture us and have some fun..."