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ng_murderworld ([info]ng_murderworld) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-01-25 18:42:00


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Current location:New Orleans, LA
Current mood: amused
Entry tags:antaeus, argo, inactive - alisa lebeau, inactive - entienne lebeau, inactive - lyta braddock-worthington, lady devil, nicholas salem, perenawska, plot-"welcome to murderworld", team - champions

It's the Greatest Show on Earth!
The van that turned down the street in front of the Champion's home looked like any other brown delivery truck. Black and gold letters painting it's side and a man in a uniform consisting of a hat, button-up shirt and shorts the same drab color of his van looking as bored as one could with his job. The van stopped just short of the former night club's entrance. The delivery driver turned around in his seat and rummaged around for the small package he had for the inhabitants.

Hopping out of his van, 10x10 box tucked under his arm, he headed to the door and rapped on it three times. Not waiting for an answer - there was no signature confirmation requested - he set it on the top step and went back to his van, signed off on his clipboard and started the vehicle up.

By the time the door to the old club opened, he was already driving away to carry on with the rest of his deliveries.

The brown cardboard box, ten inches by exactly ten inches was addressed to The Most Worthy 'Champion' and weighed perhaps three pounds at the most. There was no return address.



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[info]perenawska
2010-01-25 11:36 pm UTC (link)
Irina was on her way out to buy an air conditioner for her room when she heard someone knocking on the door. She arrived too late to find the delivery guy, but did notice the package sitting by the door.

Curious, she picked it up and took it inside.

"We got a delivery!" she called to the others.

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[info]son_of_hercules
2010-01-25 11:49 pm UTC (link)
"Likely a gift from some admirer," Argo said, as he came down to see what it was.

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-01-27 03:08 am UTC (link)
By the time the others are geared up, Nick is on his way. As soon as he transformed, he got a far better sense of location, and can't quite reign the demon in enough to slow down, heading for the carnival grounds.

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[info]ng_murderworld
2010-01-27 05:01 am UTC (link)
As he got closer, he would begin to feel a concentration of violent, evil souls. They were at the far end of the amusement park, past the smiling clown that acted as the entry way, beyond the isle of soulless workers setting up their shops on the main thoroughfare. The attraction was called "Dante's Inferno" and they were on level nine, deep below, trapped in the ice.

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[info]lytaworthington
2010-01-27 06:28 am UTC (link)
Lyta arrived at the carnival grounds shortly after Nick. Touching down on the ground, she looked around for the Rider.

"Nick?"

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[info]ng_murderworld
2010-01-27 07:28 am UTC (link)
The place was deserted and so the soft sound, like a puff of air, coming from behind the winged girl was eerily loud. Seconds later, something pricked one arm. She would go down soon.

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[info]perenawska
2010-01-27 06:35 am UTC (link)
Irina opened a portal and brought them to a spot near the main entrance to the amusement park.

"Be careful and be on your guard. We don't know what to expect."

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[info]ladydevil
2010-01-27 06:36 am UTC (link)
Eliza nods and takes a look around.

"This place is just creepy. I'm glad I already guessed it would push all the horror film buttons." She didn't know just how much it really would freak her out.

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[info]designergene
2010-01-27 09:49 pm UTC (link)
Enteinne was not pleased to be there, on his bike, Alisa clinging to his waist... driving into the parking lot of a nigh deserted Amusement Park. So what if the lights were all on and music could be heard drifting out of the entrance? The parking lot was still empty, not even that sweet bike of Nick's was set up with a lock on to keep grabby hands away.

But Alisa insisted they come. An amusement park. Joy. Couldn't pick pocket anyone if there were no crowds....

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[info]temperence
2010-01-27 09:55 pm UTC (link)
Alisa was worried about The Champions. She went back to work after they left, but that poster that was delivered... it was frightening. She had called up Ennie and told him that they had to go to the Amusement Park as soon as possible. Of course he was not happy with her for sneaking out, again... but he did not refuse the request.

Once they arrived, Alisa felt uneasy. There were no people about, and the place looked like the abandoned Six Flags in New Orleans. When Ennie parked the bike, she hoped off, and started to make her way towards the park.

"Ennie... dis... dis don' look right... non at all. Why... why would de Champions come here?"

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[info]ng_murderworld
2010-01-27 10:45 pm UTC (link)
When Alisa woke up, she would find herself in the middle of a hall of mirrors. Her own reflection looking back at her and a dozen or more of Enteinne stumbling around, coughing, calling her name and trying to find her. His voice echoed from all sides and gave no clue as to who the real one was.

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[info]temperence
2010-01-27 10:53 pm UTC (link)
Alisa groaned, slowly getting on to her feet. Her eyes went wide, gazing about all the mirrors around her. It looked as though there were hundreds of her own image... but she also saw a few of Ennie. He was hurt, crying out for her.

"Ennie!" She cried out, running towards one image. If she saw someone else... then it was not a mirror, right? Perhaps she could break the glass! She curled up her tiny fists and tried to hit the mirror with all the force she could muster.

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[info]ng_murderworld
2010-01-27 10:59 pm UTC (link)
When Ennie wakes up, he'll find himself in a surreal scene of his own. He's tied, spread-eagled and partly suspended at the bottom of a giant teacup. There's no way to see outside the ride, only straight up.

The ride is moving by the time he wakes up, rolling and spinning and grinding along in time with the music.
The music? Sort of a jingly, carnivalized version of 'I'm a Little Teacup'.
Except every time it reaches 'tip me over and pour me out', the ride passes under a water spout which drizzles a little bit of sweet, hot strawberry tea into the cup.

Were that not bad enough, the entire ceiling is a series of television screens. Given all the different angles Arcade has footage of Alisa from over in the house of mirrors, and the time where she was laying unconscious, it only takes a little creative digital editing to put her terrified face onto the reasonably fitting bodies of all manner of victims from snuff films, BDSM work and whatever else could be quickly dug up, so he has his very own private showing of all the wonderful things that could be happening to his sister right this very moment while he has his tea.

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[info]designergene
2010-01-27 11:11 pm UTC (link)
Enteinne's eyes widened at the pictures of Alisa, heart straining against his chest in panic. He couldn't feel her emotions anymore, she was too far away. He couldn't feel anyone's emotions, had nothing to pull on and charge his bonds with. The boy could only scream his sister's name and curse at whoever was doing this.

The cup passed under the tea pot and he barely registered the liquid even as it reddened his skin with the heat. Tea didn't matter. Only his sister mattered. If Alisa was dead... "Please god... don't let her be dead," he moaned quietly as he watched her face - so many faces - twist in terror while people abused her on the screens above.

He had failed to protect her.

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[info]ng_murderworld
2010-01-28 01:42 am UTC (link)
When Argo came to, he would find himself strapped into a boat that started slowly into a dark tunnel with the words "Tunnel of Love River Styx" emblazoned over a giant red heart that looked like it was now bleeding. If Argo turned to look behind him, he would find what appeared to be Charon, guiding his boat down the river. A ghostly voice echoed, "Pluto awaits, Son of Hercules."

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[info]son_of_hercules
2010-01-29 01:50 am UTC (link)
Argo looked around in shock. "What... what madness be this?!"

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[info]ng_murderworld
2010-01-28 01:58 am UTC (link)
When Irina awoke she should find herself spinning. Upside down, upside right, upside down. A spinning made all the worse by the fact that she was blindfolded, arms and legs bound spread eagle on the spinning surface.

Minutes passed until whoever was there with her, whoever was shifting their weight just slightly finally came to the conclusion she was awake. There came a whistling in the air and a loud thunk that shook whatever Irina was tied to.

Then a familiar voice, "Oops. I missed."

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[info]perenawska
2010-01-28 02:30 am UTC (link)
It can't be. She would not be here. This is something else. She had to stay calm and get out of this.

She bent her hand back and felt the restraints with her fingertips. Getting free of the restraints was the first priority.

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[info]ng_murderworld
2010-01-28 02:04 am UTC (link)
Corey would awaken to the rush of air and the sickening lurch of his body speeding over bumps and curves and twisting through a corkscrew. He was strapped to the front car of a roller coaster. Not in the front car, but on the nose. It barreled at top speed along its track, never less than ten feet off the ground even as it came into the final plunge, splashing into a manufactured pool of water that burned as it hit his skin. A mild acid that wouldn't do much damage in small doses.

But even at the end of it's circle, the ride did not slow down, did not stop at the loading dock. It continued on, right to the long climb up the first hill to begin it's journey anew.

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[info]sandcastlegod
2010-01-28 03:03 am UTC (link)
Corey's powers never operated as well when his feet weren't firmly on the ground. In motion, it was worse. And when he's busy crying out because damn it, wet and stinging and he's really getting to hate it when that happens...

Okay, before it does that to him again he's got to take a deep breath, try to sense the ground. The ground way, waaay down there.

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[info]ng_murderworld
2010-01-28 02:12 am UTC (link)
Eliza was left in the middle of a stage. A circular arena with seats on all sides and a cheering crowd of faceless robots sitting completely still as the lights on their chests flashed in time to the cheering. They were the only lights in the room, strobing in the darkness.

Another person entered the arena, waving to the crowd and blowing a bubble with her bubble gum. She flexed her hands and glowing balls of light appeared. With a grin to Eliza, she tossed them, "Catch!"

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[info]ladydevil
2010-01-28 02:20 am UTC (link)
She gets up quickly when the lights and crowd stir her from being knocked out. She got up on her feet pretty quickly and turned around a few times,. This was so weird.

Then it got even stranger. A new person got her attention when they got onto the stage. Eliza's eyes grow wide under the mask and she started leaping and tumbling out of the way.

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[info]perenawska
2010-01-31 04:15 am UTC (link)
Irina freed herself from the restraints and grabbed a few of the knives. When she was ready, she went off in search of the others.

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[info]designergene
2010-02-01 08:22 pm UTC (link)
Enteinne was the first other person she found and the first he ran across. The boy was soaking wet, hair laying in limp strands and clothes clinging to him in a sodden mess. His eyes beneath the long bangs were a bit wild and unfocused giving his otherwise dead expression an unsettling edge.

He had keyed in on her emotions, them being closest enough to feel and set out toward them. He needed to pull on any he could if he was going to blow this place sky high. After he found his sister's body and killed the man who hurt her. Then the park would act as his funeral pyre.

Enteinne didn't try to muster a smile or a wave. His hands stayed at his side and he just muttered a barely audible, "hey."

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[info]perenawska
2010-02-02 08:55 pm UTC (link)
Irina and Enteinne walked for a ways before they ran into the others. Irina's knives were drawn and ready for anything. When she reached the person responsible she'd gut them like a fish.

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-02 08:59 pm UTC (link)
The Ghost Rider is visible from a distance, blazing towards the control room - the hellfire is burning bright as the need for vengeance is burning especially bright right now.

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[info]perenawska
2010-02-09 07:39 am UTC (link)
Irina and the others followed the Rider across the park to the building that housed the control room.

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[info]sandcastlegod
2010-02-09 09:53 am UTC (link)
Corey still hurts a bit from repeated dunking in light acid, but he definitely knows he's been relatively lucky. He keeps up as best he can.

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[info]ng_murderworld
2010-02-09 07:25 pm UTC (link)
The main thoroughfare, lined with fairway games was eerily quiet as the group passed. The silence really only broken by the Rider's cycle and Enteinne's random explosions as he trailed behind trying to keep the power flooding him in check.

As they walked, the brightly colored tents had their front counters transform, flipping over to reveal large tv screens. At the very end of the fairway, a small funnel cake stand transformed into a stage, a red-haired man standing in the middle and rising out from it.

Arcade began clapping, his visage enlarged and presented by the screens around them, "Bravo! Brava! Bravicimo! That show had nearly everything! If only the dead had stayed dead! But I digress... what this finale needs is a sudden twist ending and that skinny little girl just doesn't cut it!"

Ghost Rider may have been too focused to notice, but the man before him had no sin. He was blank. In fact, the only sins in the park were the few shared by his teammates and the victims of the Inferno slowly making they're way out of the park's vicinity.

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-09 07:33 pm UTC (link)
His vengeance has been denied him. This thing has sin clinging to it, so strongly associated with Arcade, but none of its own.

"No! No! You son of a bitch! No!"

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