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Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

Some...something about bolt cutters, and... He shifted, laying there in a mess. 'C'mon then, give me a boost!' His eyes blinked open, albeit languidly. He sat up in the little wooden ticket booth just a ways inside the park's gate. A few glass bottles clattered together around him, stuffed into the tight confines of a booth that was really only large enough for a person to stand in, with a few waist-high counters and shelves and plexiglass windows that were busted in parts. He sat up, rubbed at his face and looked around, one of the bottles rolling down his leg and now out onto the ground, clattering lightly as it moved along the rough, gravelly surface. Next came a food wrapper he whipped away from his chest, then he sat up a bit more and brought his eyebrows together, rubbing sloppily at his face. There were light sounds that sounded like...girls. The fuck? Crouching, as he was already down that far anyway, he looked around, blinking hard several times and forcing his eyes open wide. Nothing in front of him, leading into the park. He shifted around and peeked his head up inside the booth, behind its plexiglass, and saw...four. No, no, there was - damn, there was five! What the fuck, to himself. What the fuck was this? He watched the last two hop the fence inside and all of them stand around for a moment, then one of them happily calling out, 'Now let's explore!' A couple things went through his mind quickly. First was mushrooms, but that theory was quickly dismissed as it clearly was, like, the middle of the day out, and those would have worn off hours ago while he slept. Next was sex, because what the hell was this, there was a group of decent looking bitches that just appeared out of nowhere! Third was how much shit he'd suddenly be in if he couldn't get hold of all five, and one or two ran away, telling the cops this place wasn't a hundred percent empty. So before any of them was close enough to spot him he poofed. Keeping tucked low to the ground in a crouch he slipped out of the ticket booth, multi-colored spiked mohawk making things a tad difficult, his thin chest covered in a white tank top that gave way to tattoos along his shoulders, arms and neck. Giving one more quick glance behind him, he dashed off, still in a crouch until he tucked around a building on the right, then standing, in full in, leaving the five young women alone just inside the large double-sided gate.
Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

Did anyone else hear something? Tamara asked, glancing back the way theyd came before turning to the others. Nobody was paying her any mind though. The overenthusiastic little redhead was tugging on Mel's arm while Christy was trotting out ahead of them both, holding out her arms as she spun in a circle like an idiot, taking in the whole park in one glance and laughing at some joke between the three. Annoying bitches. They were really kind of were, Tamara decided privately, mostly irritated at being ignored and left out of the loop again. Mel was an okay roommate but her friend Renee was a freak. What the fuck were they even doing here when they could instead be somewhere with crowded beaches, hot guys, and plenty of good food and strong beer? Somewhere that didn't smell like mildew and failure. I heard something Tamara glanced down at Shanti and arched a darkly penciled brow. It was the first thing the girl had said to her the whole trip practically, her mousy little voice barely even audible. Like glass or something? Maybe a bottle? She looked at the girl a moment longer then shrugged, losing interest. Really she'd just been trying to get a reaction from the others. Shanti would have to do though. Whatever. Probably nothing. This whole detour is stupid. Who wants to see some shit old amusement park? I'm surprised they haven't torn the place down. Its like a death trap or something. Me too, Shanti agreed before flushing lightly, as if shed said something wrong. That they havent torn it down, I mean. Inwardly, Tamara rolled her eyes at the girls awkwardness, before sighing and moving off to check the nearby rides, mainly meant to target younger children from the looks of them. Spotting an old carousal, she admired the creepy look of the horses with their open mouths, lolling tongues, and big black eyes, the garish paint peeling in the hot sun. Producing a lighter from her handbag, she lit a cigarette, grinning faintly when Shanti shook her head when offered one. No, of course she wouldnt. Shouldnt we stay with the others? Pft, fuck that, Tamara announced, slapping her hands against the bars of the carousal, before moving on to the next ride, peeking in at the old bumper cars before moving on quickly. The dark-skinned business major was the tallest of the five girls at five nine, shapely and athletic, not quite as aggressively fit as Christy, but shed played tennis in high school and still ran regularly. The contrast with caramel-toned Shanti, at five four with a soft and curvy build that showed little muscle, was fairly stark. Im not wandering around this park waiting for something to fall on my head. Let them go. Meanwhile Mel and her sister had in fact slowly receded from sight along with Renee, moving deeper into the old park where the distant decaying signs promised such wonders as a House of Mirrors, a Museum of Horror, and even a Lovers' Tunnel. None of it interested Tamara though. She debated maybe just waiting back in the car, puffing on her cigarette as she checked her phone in boredom.
Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

Yo, there's someone in tHE FUCKING PARK! What was it, noon? Ten? One? It was well into the day, whatever hour it was, and the multicolored mohawked Jake turned into what had once been a nice Spanish-themed family restaurant, now turned into the general hangout place people got messed up and slept in, that's exactly what he saw. The other six guys that had been staying here were all laying asleep. Most were on the floor, chairs and tables pushed to the sides, but fuckin' leave it to Brody to be the one that always actually slept on a table. Something about his back. Nnhgn...shuhh fuckup... One of the guys groaned. I'm fuckin' serious! There's fuckin' five of 'em! Wake up! Jake went about giving the guys a few good kicks and shoves, one or two to each then he jumped to the next. This met mostly with groans, and the most primordial signs of life as each man started shuffling in their makeshift bed. What the fuck is it? Cops? This was the first man, sitting up, rubbing his face now. Naw, it's just some chicks. -Wait, what? Yeah. Tch, two black chicks I think with 'em too. Wait, so there's seven? This was another of the guys, starting to come to and catch on. No, Jake turned, just the five. But still, they can't fuckin' be in here! Alright, everybody WAKE UP! The first, heftier man shouted. He shifted, one palm on the floor, and pushed himself to a briefly dizzy stand. When was this? Just now? Where are they? Yeah, and are they hot? Another chimed in, bringing a light round of laughter. Jake snickered. Didn't get much of a look. But yeah, just now. I saw them climbing over the front gate.
Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

Gotta pee, Christy piped up suddenly, dropping down from the old guardrail where she'd been sitting. Renee was busy snapping photographs of some old amusement park ride that looked a little like a giant teeter-totter with rows of seats on each end. She was saying something about how a girl had apparently fallen to her death on it because of a flaw in how the safety harnesses worked. Renee said she's been literally thrown out of her seat and right down to the pavement, splat, with a kind of gleam in her eyes. Gross. She was only the first person to die here though. There were two others and So Im going then, Christy interrupted, a little louder this time. Renee paid her no mind but Mel offered a nod and a wave at least. See if you can find Tamara and Shanti and bring them back, okay? Nah, Christy answered back with a laugh, having no intention hunting down either one. Shanti was boring, and she could tell Tamara hadnt wanted her along from the start. She was the only girl in their group still under drinking age at eighteen after all, and she knew it was only because of her sister that shed been invited at all. It was Mels car, so she made the rules on who came and who stayed, thankfully. Shed missed her sister a lot since shed gone off to college. Theyd never had a lot in common, really, but shed always looked up to Melanie. Shed been super popular, a cheerleader and prom queen, but wasnt at all bitchy about it like youd think. Most everyone thought she was easy to get along with and shed often taken the time to help Christy out with her schoolwork or drive her to her various practices when the parents were busy. A lot of older sisters wouldnt even have thought to invite their little sister along on a trip like this. It was cool of Mel. At five foot five, Christy was slight girl, small busted and slim hipped but terrifically fit with lean long legs and thighs well-muscled from her frequent running. All the time out of doors had left the brunette richly tanned, a fact she liked to show off with her tight jean shorts and exposed mid-riff. Winding back the way theyd come, she spotted the same sign shed seen before pointing to the bathrooms and headed that way. There were two buildings. The door to the womens was chained up tight but the mens was open. Someone appeared to have hacked through the lock. Christy bent down to pick up the length of rusted chain, swinging it in her hand, not thinking all that much of it as she stepped inside. The smell nearly bowled her over. Erggh, she gagged, placing her free hand over her nose and mouth as she looked around the room. A window slit above the sinks let in just enough light that she could see around. It was full of empty beer bottles and wadded up toilet paper and someone had scrawled graffiti all over the mirrors and walls. Brody read one of the scrawls alongside a Nazi sign and some other symbols she didnt recognize. Gross, she mumbled, slowly moving from stall to stall, trying to find one that wasnt a complete disaster.
Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

Christy's fate was sealed from a mile away - well, a hundred yards, at least. It wasn't hard to tell even from a distance that it was one of their visitors the group of men saw as they stormed forth at a fast, meaningful pace. All of their group was right here and accounted for. That and, even at this distance where specifics couldn't be made out, you didn't mix up the curves of a broad. They pointed and clamored amongst themselves as the brunette disappeared into the bathroom. No, no, wait, after some back and forth, don't be retards. Rainbow Brite here said there were five- Fuuuck youuu, a drawn out, meaningless retort to that fucking nickname Jake had been given due to his hair. -Was that one of 'em? I guess. Shit, I don't know. Well that's only one there. We don't need a whole bunch to go after 'er. Brody, Cregg, you two go handle it, the whole group still walking, the big man amongst them quickly giving orders. Two of the men split off as they were told while the rest headed for the entrance of the park. Most had pistols shoved into the back of their pants or tucked in the front underneath their shirt. Some had a chain, knife or club they carried - one of each of those, actually - while two of the remaining five just gripped their fists. - - - - They stepped into the men's room carefully, boots sounding unavoidably on the sticky, filthy tile at times, quiet at others. Brody had a set of brass knuckles on each hand. Cregg was a guy ready to just use his fists. They stepped about the bathroom quietly, flashing eye contact back and forth to each other, talking with hands rather than voice. The stalls were on the left. Urinals on the right, though those were obviously unoccupied. The sinks lined along the back, including to the left to where a nook of the last two and the hand driers weren't readily visible. The guys carefully circled around here, to find...nothing. Then one peeked beneath the line of stalls. Feet, second stall in. Plus there was the sound now of her peeing. Cregg was getting ready to kick in the door. With a hand gripping his arm he stopped, looking to a grinning Brody. The bald headed one, ears pierced with their thick black holes in the lobes, stepped to where he was about two feet out from the front of the closed stall door. He undid his pants, pulled out his shaft, and started to piss, aiming his stream in a moment of pure fun to be a man so that it arched up, over the stall door, raining down inside. - - - - Back at the entrance the world suddenly came crashing down in the form of the sound of rushing boots, and a black, lacquered wooden club suddenly striking the side of Shanti's face. Immediately after a chain swung down to viciously strike her along the back, and a third man grabbed her by the hair with a set of hands, twisting, whipping the Indian girl to the floor. Beside them the two others stopped, one unarmed, the other with a knife, both of them shouting. For the moment Tamara wasn't being acknowledged, if she'd even been noticed yet.
Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

The thud of a body slipping and hitting several things on its way to the floor was unmistakable. If that wasn't enough, there was the sound of her voice too, its more feminine tone easily discerned through the heavier male laughter. What she'd see next were a set of dreadlocks that dangled briefly to the floor, then the head they belonged to, dirty blond and with a light beard along his face in a thin goatee and chinstrap. Two hands reached beneath the door of the bathroom stall, gripping her by the hair. They hadn't been washed in weeks. Nothing in this place had been washed in far, far longer. Next she was pulled by her hair, tugged harshly along the grimy tile out into the open part of the bathroom. Lloookkiiee what IIII ffoouunnndddd Cregg chimed in sing-song fashion. Brody was still laughing, and still holding his dick in his hand. The stream had stopped momentarily when the other man started pulling her out, but now that she was right there in front of him, the perfect target, what the hell? He started pissing again. And laughed just as heartily as before - they both did - he aiming his stream now at Christy's bare girl ass, then quickly up her back, to the back of her head, right in her hair. The last, weaker drops trickled out against the side of her face as Cregg grabbed her by a shoulder, physically encouraging her onto her back now. Hey, you think she likes it? Cregg snickered. She said a swear - I heard it! She's already talkin' dirty to us man! - - - - The assault on Shanti had come quick, immediate. The young Indian woman's introduction to the fact that they weren't along here was a solid wooden club cracking across the side of her face. Before time had allotted for those two sudden truths to even process, a thick length of heavy chain had swung against the center of her back, against her spine, and a third man had jerked her head by her long dark hair, forcing the rest of her body to come with it to the ground. Then they started kicking her. One was in the front, kicking her in the gut. Another was behind her, kicking her in the ass, in the back of the legs. The third still held her by the hair. He kicked her two or three times in the back and stood one foot on her shoulder after that, to help keep her in place should she decide there's some fight in herself. There was yelling too. Lots of yelling. Loud. Shouting. It wasn't until Tamara started running off that any of the men had noticed her. A moment later a, Fuck! Get the other nigger chick! was yelled, an arm extended and finger pointed, and the two standing off to the side turned, dashing off after her. They were a good fifty, maybe sixty feet away from her, but both could apparently run pretty decent, and neither of them was in sandals or a skirt. One did have a knife, though.
Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

...Yeah dude, why the fuck'd you do that? Cregg repeated Christy's question, but with the blatant snicker on his face it didn't seem he was as truly concerned as she. I dunno. Guess I'm just an ass, with a laugh from the larger man. Cregg just shook his head in amusement. The corners of his upper lip were raised showing a toothy smile. He looked back to Christy and eyed her up and down while she slurped up and spit out the water. Her ass was still exposed, pants and panties sloppily around her legs. You're supposed to start off nice, he joked. Ask for her hand, see if she'd like to dance. See if she's the kind to go down on the first date. Then you pop her a few times. What if I just really like hitting girls? Can't that wait till after we rape her? It can. Brody smirked. They both had another laugh. We should also find out the fuck's goin' on too. Where does that get worked in? After, man, after. ...We'll let the other guys find out what's up. I wanna get my rocks off before someone comes to get us and we get interrupted. That's a good point. Back to Christy now, though they'd been talking with her right there this entire time, Brody just smiled. Like a big, calm fucking monster. So how 'bout it baby, up for a little double pen? ...You wanna be my girlfriend right now, or are we gonna do this some other way? - - - - All of a sudden there was the faint sound of a smack. And then the sound of the counter door swinging open just a bit, and swinging closed, banging against itself. Unmistakable. Several seconds passed. It was filled with nothing but silence, all of it. Huddled inside the bottom of the counter Tamara wouldn't hear anything, not whether the men were moving and signaling to one another or if they weren't doing anything at all. She wouldn't hear footsteps, if there were any, and there were no words being said. One probably had to make a note to remember to breathe. Then the door swung wide open and a cold cone of billowing smoke immediately shot inside, filling the small cupboard area with freezing air from the nozzle of a fire extinguisher.
Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

If Christys heart was hammering before it was soon set to smash through her ribcage as she was forced to listen while the two casually discussed raping her. She pressed the shard of glass tightly into her palm, not even aware it was drawing a thin line of blood as she turned around to face them. They both had smiles on their faces as they examined her in the low light, the big one looking eerily calm. It registered with her belatedly that theyd just said other guys, meaning there were more of them out there. Even now, her sister and her friends might be This cant be happening! How can this be happening? I have to get out of here, and She took a cautious step forward and stumbled awkwardly, her pants having fallen to ankles while her panties gathered tightly around her calves. As much as Christy wanted to pull them up, she was afraid the two would take that as opportunity to grab her again. So instead she stepped out of her shorts and tugged nervously at her panties, trying to draw them back up her thighs as she slowly approached the pair. IIwant to Christy stammered in a soft frightened voice that involved very little acting. Her dark brown eyes started up into their ugly amused faces, tears gathering at the edges of her lids. Then, her hand shaking terribly, she plunged the shard into the nearest mans arm with all the force she could manage before throwing herself between them. Whether it pierced his flesh or caught on his jacket, the glass was torn from her hand and she struck the door hard with her right shoulder, scrambling for the metal handle, her fingers slick with her own blood. Help me!! HELP!!! Tamara waited in the foreboding silence, the spider all but forgotten now as it disappeared back into the dark. Please, dont have heard, please, dont have heard she prayed silently, holding her breath, knees clutched against her chest. Her ears strained to hear even a single footstep, a hushed whisper, anything that give her an idea of their location. A crazy thought entered her head that she should crawl out now and bolt for the door, then just as quickly left it. They had to still be in the shop somewhere. She couldnt outrun them. Acckhh! she shrieked as the cupboard flung open and a sudden gust of freezing smoke caught her directly in the face. It temporarily blinded her and Tamara kicked and scrambled reflexively, knocking her head painfully against the ceiling before managing to push her way out the other door. She tumbled gracelessly onto the filthy tiles, the whitish frost still clinging to her arms and shirt as she held her hands up front of her face protectively. Stop! Stop! Pushing herself backwards, she felt her shoulders pressing up against a corner, leaving her trapped as she gasped and sputtered. Please, Tamara practically screamed, remembering vividly what their friends had just done to Shanti, who might even now be bleeding to death at the front of park. And the knife. One had had a knife, glinting in his hands even as he gave chase. D-dont hurt me! You caught meIm done! Okay? Im done, please!
Thread: Save my Mind(Avengers)-Lady/Moon

Tony turned away from the window hed been watching bruce work from, having forced himself to watch simply because the man hadnt been able to. His chest felt like hed ripped the arc reactor out of it. More then the others, he was a billionaire playing around, with no training to depend on on handling torture. And watching Loki get worked out, had sent him years back into a desert and sand. But he could stay where he was, even if loki wasnt aware, he could be a silent guardian for a man to weak to defend himself, even if he had other guards to. Looking at maria he swallowed, turning to look at loki again, for the first time in a long time, quiet. ...Keep his clothes. Send them up to my lab. Ill see what I can find out from them.He said his voice soft, quiet, with just a edge of thunder and anger, as if he was so far gone with anger at this, that he couldnt even sound angry. It was like standing in the eye of a storm, and you knew it was coming, that it was going to hit, but there was no way to gauge what it would be when it broke. Natasha silently eyed tonys back before looking at maria then thor. Are you staying here with him?It might be a good idea, instead of returning him to his prison....were capable of looking after him.She said wanting her own look at the jotun before they figured out what to do.