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Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Royal Carnival Pizzeria For 30 years, it has entertained children, providing fun and pizza. The pride and joy of the whole restaurant is King Freddy, and his jolly friends. All of them are animatronic, state of the art machinery that still hold up even after all of these years. on the outside, it seems to be a fairly popular family restaurant with a good image for all these years, but there are some who says otherwise. Some remember a certain incident years ago, an accident that caused the death of the owner, and the decommission of one of the animatronics. Details are limited as to what happened, but it was deemed nothing more than a tragic accident. The incident did little to damage the restaurant's reputation, and the owner's contribution is not forgotten. A special event has been announced, in five days time, the pizzeria would be celebrating its 30th anniversary. That does not stop them from hiring potential new crew members, as they need a new technichian as quickly as possible. An ad has been placed in the paper for the position with all of the necessary information, hoping someone would answer.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

The new technician happened to be an average guy who was desperately in need of work. He quickly responded back to the ad as soon as possible! Voil, he got the job sooner than he had anticipated. He was not complaining though, he needed the money! Allow me tell you about the new technician predicament here recently his wife decided to be stay at home housewife, went ahead quit her job without even telling him! I know sounds terrible though it is not so bad I mean it was actually good however they needed some extra crash so here he was now, a new technician to the royal carnival pizzeria. Oh yeah the said technician name was Delaney, or Del for short. Del was your average type of guy nothing too fancy about. He was homely looking -- not attractive just very plain, perhaps a little outlandish too thanks to his hair being dyed bright pink. He blame his five year old daughter for the hair color, she replaced his black dye with her pink dye and yeah he was rocking a pink hairstyle. Though, at least it was late so he did not have to worry about people laughing at his hairstyle. Even so he wish he was at home snuggled in his bed right now. This place is quiet at night... Delaney said he walked through the restaurant and checking to see if the animatronics were in good shape.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Hey you, A man came from behind the pink haired technician, a guy that looks to be in his late 20s, wearing a security guard uniform with a coffee in his hand. Who the hell are you? He pointed at him, but he squint his eyes at his uniform a bit. Oh...wait, wait, are you the new guy? The manager told me about it...right right...Uh, you gotta follow me. He said, sipping his coffee as he walks. The place isn't really empty, there are still the cleaning crew making sure that they clean as fast as they could. It's 1145 pm. The interior is large for a pizzeria full of arcades, a play pin with tubes and slides, a dining area that host the stage of the star attractions. My name is Travis, the night guard here...but working here for nearly ten years man. he said as he seems like a slacker type. Before you get started on the job, I gotta give you the lowdown on how thing work around here.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Delaney turned his head slightly to see a man in a security guard uniform with coffee. The new technician wished he had coffee right now. Perhaps I should have went to Starbucks. After all there was Starbucks that was open 247 where he live. Before Delaney could answer the man's question, it was already too late as it was because the man discovered he was the new employee and went ahead introduced himself not mention told how long he was working here. What is exactly do I need to know? Delaney asked, curiously as he wondered what rules he had to abide by. Surely, this place was not too strict. Hopefully, there was no strict dress code. I mean Delaney knew his hair is not most gorgeous color ever though he will have to live it for several months before the dye fades --- that is if it fades out.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Yeah, its for safety reason and all that... Travis said, as he goes into the manager's office with a key, and then he moves over to a landline phone. He pressed a few buttons on it the number dial and a message plays on the machine. Hello there, Carlo here, the manager of Royal Carnival Pizzaeria. I'm sorry that I couldn't be here when you arrive for your night shift, but i'll tell you what to be expected via recorded message. First of all, on behalf of Carnival Business inc, we welcome you to our team Ok ok, now that's out of the way...your job. Every night, you are to fix the animatronics to be at their best in the morning, along with some minor tunings around the restaurant. Every night, Travis will be here with you to give you instuctions on your assignments. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, direct it to him. Alright, i have to get going, good luck on your first day.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Delaney followed Travis into thr mamager's office, listened to the voicemail that the manager Carlo left for him. When the voicemail was over, the technician walked out of the manager's office. I am going to see if the animattonics are in good shape, I will see you later then Travis! Delaney waved a hand goodbye to night guard, wemt ahead and walked away.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Fine whatever, Travis just shrug, as he just remember something. You are to only look at the three robot at the stage, maybe if you make it this night, they'll make you look at another. He said casually, as he walks off. Everyone has left, which leaves Del and Travis as the only people inside. On the stage, there are three animatronics, the stars of the show. On the left, there is a yellow child-size female chicken with a purple tutu and a pretty ribbon holding a tiny cupcake. On the right, a tall white rabbit holding a purple guitar, looking straight ahead. Finally, a brown bear holding a microphone and a king's crown on top of his head. These are the stars, not moving an inch, even as the clock finally struck 12 am.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

So these are the animatroncis, eh? Delaney admired the three animatronics for while before going near them to see if they were in good shape. He fixed whatever needed to be fix, left whatever that did not needed fix alone. Delaney has always been good at his hands, easily and quickly finished the three animatronics in few seconds or maybe it was couple minutes at maximum. Phew, all finished! Delaney beamed in accomplishment at finally being done and lifted himself to walked towards the exit. He would make his way out of restaurant back to the manager's office to see Travis so he could ask the night guard if there was anything else for him to do.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Travis blinks as he saw the guy come in. Oh hey man, what's up? He looks at his camera to see the animatronics, then nod. You fixed them already? Well... He stopped, looking at the video feeds as the yellow bot is off the stage. Ahhh there goes Chica... he sighs, standing up. Stay here man, i'll be right back. He said as he left the office. The place is quiet for the most part, but then there is a voice coming from somewhere. Hello in there The voice is female, almost whispering and then starts to giggle. It came from a walkie talkie on the desk.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Simply nodding in response to Travis's question, Delaney waited to see what the night guard would say but before the technician could get a response something happened to the yellow bot so Travis excuse himself and informed him to stay put. Do worry man, I stay here, you do not have tell me twice! Delaney called out to Travis as he left. When Travis left, Delaney noticed it was awfully quiet, though, the new employee liked it, I mean it was better to have silence than noise. At his old job it was so noisy, Delaney was barely able to concentrate, let alone have privacy! Here, on other hand, he had enough peace and quiet not mention privacy as well. Not too long after Travis heard a feminine voice talking abruptly. Hello...? Travis called out, beyond confuse at the moment. He looked around before picking up a walkie talkie on the desk. Hello, who is this? He demanded. He was not in the mood to play games at the moment.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

You are fresh meat, You were the one whom gotten close and was fiddling with our insides...I hate that. She said in an awfully cheerful voice, like a child very giddy inside of a toy shop. Do you like games? We usually play with others at night, and you seem to be the perfect playmate. Its a very simple game, Red Light, Green Light...ever heard of it?
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Seriously, what is this some kind of joke you guys play on newbies? Delaney was in no mood to play games. Was Travis and few other employees who worked here playing a joke on him? If so he was not too eager to play along.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

A joke? Oh no, I am very serious about this. It's just a fun little game is all. In fact, you really have no choice in the matter. She told him. We have our own version of this game, and it will be only us that will playing since this is your first day. All you have to do is to not let me catch you, and this game will last until deactivation. Does that sound fun?
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

If this is not a joke then prove it! Delaney downright frown and crossed his hands over his chest. Okay, maybe Delaney was being little childish though he had right to be! Like seriously he had been prank by his coworkers from his last job and he could not stand it!
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Alright, just look though the camera... She said, then giggles. At once of the security screens, there is Chica staring at the camera from the Arcade Section. She is holding a walkie talkie on her own, and she is standing there by her lonesome. She her lips doesn't move, but her voice is talking into the machine. Do you see me now? If you really believe, we can start the game now?
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

When Delaney looked at the security screens and saw Chica staring at the camera from Arcade Section not to mention walking with a walkie talkie in her hand that is when the technician thought he was in a nightmare. What the hell how are you moving? This was all too unbelievable.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Teehee, you are so silly. Anyway, i'm tired of talking, I wanna play the game! Remember, if I catch you...I win. The last part of that sounds sinister, as she giggles and ends the call. SHe is still standing in the arcade last Del has checked, but then the walkie talkie starts to crackle to life again. H-Hey dude...uhhh are you still in the office? It is Travis now, and he sounds very concern. If you are then..I guess you are playing Red light, Green light, right?
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Delaney's legs felt weak and he dropped to the ground, trying his best to register what was going on, however, his thinking time got cut short when he heard Travis voice from outside the door. Travis, what the hell is going on? He asked in a panic voicr as he headed to the door to open it up.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

See more I'm talking from the walkie talkie silly Yeah about that...I was planning on explaining it to you when I came back to the office...but i'm stuck in the bathroom. He said as he sighs. Okay, listen to me very carefully, dont leave the office. Its safe in there from Chica as you play the game. Don't let her in, or she will kill you man.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Kill me? Fear struck Delaney's entire body. What fuck do you mean she will kill me? How the hell did you get stuck in the bathroom? Should we call the cops? Delaney paced back and forth all while asking Travis a series of questions in a frightened voice.
Thread: Sinister Design w/MewMew

Just calm down, dude. Listen carefully, stay in the office, it's the safest place while playing the game. Travis told him. I'm telling the truth, just stay there. And the camera is your friend to keep track of her. Keep the door locked, and the only thing way she can enter is the vent on the ground. you can keep it closed with the blue button, but it only last for 30 seconds. Use it when she is near.
Thread: Daddy/daughter

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Thread: Deserted Island

Tremble and noise, fear and screams, then nothing. Alejandro had taken a plane to travel far away, broaden his horizons, the first step of many to come for his cooking to improve, but he was scared. Lets face it, you can be some of a renowned chef in that little safe circle that you built for yourself, but you have to take risks if you want to move beyond that. So without knowing shit about the English language maybe it was just a stupid idea to jump into a plane to the other corner of the world, but it was the kind of bold and sudden decision that you could commit to in a moment of courage, knowing that backing off after having the tickets would be harder. Of course, Alejandro had ended up heavily doped up during most of the plane trip, fighting fear to changes and the boredom of a long trip with prescription narcotics, but his cozy trip into unconsciousness was abruptly broken with the accident. Tremble and noise, fear and screams, then nothing. He didn't know what happened, but he was no longer on a plane. No more reheated food or tired looking stewardesses, people snoring next to him or bad movies on the screen. Alejandro was laying on his back on the beach sand, his clothes already dry by the scolding sun, white marks of sea salt on his comfy and utterly bland beige pants, a disheveled white shirt missing a couple buttons covering his not exactly chubby but a bit soft torso. A few suitcases seemed to have suffered his same destiny, ending on that God forsaken place, while the tore up remains of the tail of a plane where stuck on the rocks half a mile along the beach. His eyes were still closed, the blinding light making it unappealing to open them, his body sore sending small needles of pain to his brain. Tremble and noise, fear and screams, then nothing. Alejandro's shook brain finally realized that he had been on a plane, and that it had gone down. Where was he? Was he dead? A female voice that came from next to him and yet sounded far could be the one of an angel, and yet, when she started to shake him into consciousness he knew he had survived the accident. Para, para, estoy bien, que cojones... he mumbled, opening his eyes, the one that awoke him just a blurry silhouette against the sun. Character Profiles OOC
Thread: Deserted Island

Masked by the waves on the rocks and the rushing wind past her ears, Asta didn't hear the woman approach and when her voice called out something it was a shock. Asta let out a surprised sound, not quite a gasp, and turned quickly to look at who was speaking, crouching just slightly in instinct. For a few seconds nothing about it made sense. The woman was incredibly tall, like some of the Swedes and Norwegians who came to festival to see and trade with her people, but so slender compared to them. And her hair, it was the black of polished reindeer hoof, and almost as shiny. Her skin was fair like Asta's, though not quite the same shade, and the only thing that didn't surprise her was the turned up look of her eyes. That was common enough in her part of the world that it was just normal, if still slightly unusual to see in combination with everything else. She had to be from the plane as well, Asta knew, otherwise how else could she be there? Unless, unless maybe she lived nearby and happened to see the wreck and had come to help? Where was her family though, her brothers and sisters and father and uncles and aunts and everyone else? Then Asta noticed the disheveled state of her clothing and the ragged bit of fabric that held her silky black hair out of her face. That was a good idea, and the way her own fluttered across her vision made her want to do the same, or at least plait it into a braid and take care of it that way. The woman, not a girl Asta decided, kept looking at her with a smile as her hands offered the two halves of the coconut. They looked a bit like a kuksa that had lost its handle and the resemblance to the traditional wooden cup made Asta realize that there was something wet and off white inside, a liquid of some sort. Thirst made caution vanish and she scurried the last few meters to the woman and grabbed one of the coconut halves out of her hand. It felt rough and fibrous but the interior was a pretty white and smelled delicious even though she didn't know what it was. Asta looked uncertainly at the woman, who was still smiling, then tentatively lifted the coconut half to her lips and sipped. It was warmer than blood and had a flavor that was slightly sweet but it was the wetness of it, the promise of taking the edge off her thirst that made Asta gulp it down and all too soon the half was empty. Wiping her finger around the inside to get the last of it, Asta found that part of the fruit, or meat of the coconut, flaked off and she brought it to her mouth after a look at the woman to make sure it was okay to eat. The flesh was flaky and crunchy and flooded her mouth with more moisture and Asta chewed it fully, feeling flaky bits of it crunch and shred between her teeth, before squeezing it between them and her lips to force all the moisture out of them. She squatted in the shade the woman's tall body cast. Giitu. Giitu , she repeated and held up the coconut half as her head bobbed and she smiled, happy for the moment and for the promise of life that the coconut put back in her body. And very, very happy to know she wasn't alone. Mu namme lea Asta. Asta, she said and touched her chest. Asta .
Thread: Deserted Island

Giulia heard the guy muttering something between a coff and spit sand the girl sighed in relief at the thought that he was alive and seemingly unhurted, not that internal damages would be noticeable, but aside from minor bruises and scratches, the man seemed fine. Still, the thought of that brief relief, inadvertently relaxed the girl that now realized how warm the scorching sun was all of her clothes, drenched in saltwater and sand, started to feel skintight and burning with salt the sun's heat radiates trough the imbibed clothes acting like a cuirass made of hot seawater and heavy fabrics. Giulia gasped, feelings of nausea and overheating rushed trough her body, feeling an uncomfortable, scary suffucating feeling at her throat... ...caldo... troppo... caldo... panted her groaning at her aching limbs while fevirishly going to remove her black hoodie. As soon as the black fabric was removed and she remained with her blue tank-top, she felt the gentle breeze of the sea lowering her temperature, drying and rinsing her drenched clothes, emitting a satisfied sigh. Still, it soon turned to be the same unbearable dry hotness... with a gasp, she jumped-sat on the sand and removed her shoe and white socks, leaving her pants rolled up to the knees. Standing up, she looked around the sun burning on her pale skin and the salty tank top, now rinsed, stood tightly clinged to her plump, large bosom, making her feel tight in the chest. She looked around for a longer time palme, palme, palme, sabbia, mare she described what she saw as to give herself the certainess of what her eyes saw, sadly, not another survivor... nor a corpse... nor a bag... nothing was there. still, not too far away, the white mass of the shoreline broke into a dark cluster with a whiteish triangle on the right side. Squinting her eyes and fixing the glasses with an hand and covering it from the sun with the other, she recognized the whiteish triangle for what was the tail-fin of an aircraft, still, she didn't recognized the emblems on it... maybe she've forgotten the line she flew with... ...aspetta un momento... her drying eyes spotted something else near the green wall of the forest... two... figures... moving... ...g... gente! exclaimed her waving her hands at those figures, hoping to be seen. She jooged for the few meters that separated her from the unknown man, she squatted nearby and pointed at the direction of the figures Altri!
Thread: Deserted Island

Alejandro was starting to be able to clearly see, as he was able to notice that the one shaking him into awareness was a bespectacled curvy woman, speaking nonsense and visibly agitated. Estoy bien, no pasa nada he groaned, sitting up on the sand, even if things had gone violently south he was thankful of not having any noticeable injuries. The woman seemed to have it worse, wrestling part of her clothes out of her, the scalding sun making a number on her. Alejandro wanted to help, but he was feeling sore and just trying to get up seemed an heroic task. Luckily his clothes were quite light, so he wasn't feeling the need to remove anything, as it wouldn't be of much help. The woman was muttering things for herself, and the scattered words that he heard made no sense for him. For a moment the stupid idea that she was talking about broth confused the hell out of him, until his shocked mind managed to catch up and notice that she was talking Italian. That was a bummer, as the only parts of that language he knew were food related, about dishes and such, so understanding her would be a pain. Their languages weren't so different though, so maybe he could make himself understand, specially since the girl seemed smarter than him, or so he thought. Rolling to a side, Alejandro managed to get in all fours, then knelt in his laborious road to verticality. He checked once again for injuries, but he didn't seem to have any, so it was just a matter of getting the ball rolling, starting to get moving so he could shake that numbness out of him. Gente? he asked, catching a known word on the woman's screams. Dnde hay ms gente? he asked, looking around, seeing the woman wave and then come back to him. She crouched and pointed, so Alejandro could finally see something far away, something that moved, seemingly the woman was right, there were more survivors around. Survivors. Just the thought of it made him glad he was one of them, but at the same time unnerved him. Espera un segundo, aydame un momento... Alejandro tried to lean on the woman, laboriously managing to get up. Ay joder, en menuda mierda nos hemos metido... he groaned, looking at his surroundings now that he was standing off. Vamos o esperamos? he asked, unsure if she could understand him.
Thread: Deserted Island

... p...pasanada?... repeated Giulia while looking him with a puzzled expression as the man said again something uninteligible that, if ever, reminded her of a breaded and fried dish, yet she hinted that he was spanish But for what she knew, people said that spanish and italian were similar, but to her, it was just a nonsense jibberish said by people that already knew both languages. She sighed, almeno vivo... thought her, thinking that at least he's alive... Si, Gente! La in fondo said her again, pointing at the tail-fin of the aircraft, she saw the man to groan and mutter something again, he slowly knelt and went on all fours. The girl looked at him, not knowing what he was doing, then... ...oh... 'spetta 'ne... she moved closer and moved to his side, placing an arm under his armpit and lifted him up, pushing against the soft, thin, white sand opl... sighed her once he was on his feet. Still... whatever he said, was unknown and she just looked at him trough her salt-stained glasses. She looked around, seeing that there was nothing around them and her lips moved as to say something, but she didn't know what to say ...uh.... she limited to mimic a walk with her fingers uh... andiamo?