Thread: Princess Park

Princess Mu Lang of Japonaise, the Asian Princess Princess of the East, see her Throne of Tranquility. Photo Sessions 1015 - 1035 and 115 - 145 daily, 415 - 445 Sat and Sun As he walked through the press of small, puffy dolls they grabbed at him. Sticking to him. Coating his feet in a layer of creeping dolls that surged up his legs. Lifting one leg and shaking it then the other, trying to get the dolls off they shifted and held on, there was little weight but the feeling of them was like a thousand tiny feet, like insects crawling up his legs. Looking down the dolls blank, button eyes looked up at him. His pants looking like Flea's from the Red Hot Chili Pepper's, pants with tiny dolls attached. Except these were climbing up for him, a soft evil feeling about them, as if to drown or cover him in cuteness, before taking his life. Get off, he whispered hoarsely, get the hell off! The dolls washed over the street in a wave as David began to run stiff legged down the row of games, the larger dolls being the last to become aware of him. All of them dropping to the ground, as if released from little hooks. Limbs and heads all turned to his direction. The fear gripped him again, his heart hammering in his chest, breathing coming short as he tried to move faster down the aisle away from the flood of dolls. Blindly moving from what scared him, some deeper response overriding his own instincts. Flee was all his body screamed, adrenaline overcoming him again as his body moved through the thick pool of dolls. Damn dolls, brushing at them with his hands, feeling the soft bodies press against his hands. An awkward run was all he could muster, the dolls thick around his knees he could barely bend them he fled down the path, avoiding the Asian inspired lights that lined the path. Their glare of the paper lanterns increasing the dolls activity against his legs. The scrub of bushes were only a twisted line of roots and bare branches, with long, thick thorns a glistening liquid on the tips. The same whispering sound of dripping water followed him as the dolls that clung continued to climb up with sticky stumps of arms and legs that moved like velcro up his pants. They were light singly, but the hundreds that clung to his legs like overzealous bell bottoms inhibited his movements. Chancing a look behind him the other dolls following, larger unicorns with colorless rainbow patterns, panda bears with huge sewn eyes, and flattened cutouts of princesses all silently marched behind. God damn it, how many are you?! David wondered aloud, his throat constricted by fear and thirst. As he rounded a corner of the path he came to a place where the rides for the park were. A small roller coaster with the cars drawn up, the bars raised for the next passengers, on a gently sloping track that wound around itself. A silent set of swings attached to a happy faced mushroom topped merry go round. Even a small boat ride, the boats all with swan necked fronts with white and black painted bodies, back swept wings on the sides. As he spun drunkenly from leg to leg, arms finally sweeping off the dolls little by little, the necks of the swan boats turned, their dark eyes staring at him. The boats softly bumping against the sides of the sluices, where thick water barely moved while the boats seemed to follow him, necks reaching out to snap at him. Through the rides, the small dolls David was able to knock off got up and followed slowly, the rest of the macabre parade began turning the corner of the path and coming into view. Small pools of lights from the lantern shaped posts giving a sickly aura to them. A silent wave of living fear that tailed him into the wide plaza walking around a food pavilion he came into a wide plaza, in the middle a set of stone paths amid a rock garden. All paths leading to a circular platform where a throne sat, the back of it towards him. As he neared the gravel of the garden the dolls fell off, like bloated ticks they lay where they fell, a slow turning and meandering back to where they came as he looked back and watched the wave of marching plush dolls stop as they filled the space around the silent rides. Dropping off faster as he moved closer to the rock garden, his steps leading him away from where these monsters towards whatever they were afraid of. That should have been a warning sign. Stupid fuckers, now piss off, moving faster into the glow of lanterns that fell over the garden. David stepped into the ring, nearing the stones as the last plushie fell away, its body still by the ring, slowly the flood of them merged, then pulled themselves back the way they came. A retreating tide on the path, their sub-vocalized sound passing away with them. On the ground he could see the ring of octagonal stones lay in a large circle in the open space, the outer ring broken up by four paths that led towards the chair in the center. In each of the four sections gravel and small, decorative stones lay, there even looked to be small statues of something, all of them smashed to the base, small bits of shoe or foot appearing amid the colorless gravel. The dust that covered everything seemed thicker here, covering the plaza like a blanket of grey ash. David was inured to the silence by now, it seeped inside his body, becoming one with him as he looked around the plaza noting the four paths all started at 4 gates set up around the circle, and a little beyond it. The gates were definitely Asian, Chinese or Japanese or some other culture he could not tell, they seemed of all and neither. As if this section of the park was a mixture of anything Asian that could be co-opted into the design. An amalgamation that incorporated everything, or just enough to give it a sense of character but not of place. Walking around the circle he came to the front of the throne, sensing something there, a shadow or darkness that lay in repose. It was not apparent until he came to the path that led to the front of the throne, when he saw the figure sitting on it. It was female, that much he could tell by the bared calf, its gentle curve was soft and inviting. The high heeled shoe was light colored, he could tell it was not black, but like everything here there was no color. The legs were together, and straight, the knees bent at a ninety-degree angle as it sat motionless on the throne. A long red dress, cut high and open to show calf and some leg just above the knee, was tight on the body and sleeveless. A design of dragons or fanciful birds on it, each one an embroidered circle on a soft silk. The hair was shaped and set with two buns on the sides of the head, long ribbons trailed from them, and small white caps covering them. The face was angular, make-up or dust covered it, though not as thick as everything else. The eye-brows long, narrow and arched as if plucked and drawn on. A sharp triangle of rouge on the cheeks and a rose petal of lipstick in the center of wide, lush lips. Small orbs hung from the ear lobes as the figure sat quiescent, a female, drawn with the same generic asian influence of this area of the park, she looked attractive. David slowly crept up to her, curious if it was a statue. His face nearing the still form eyes and mouth closed, the perfect poise of the shoulders jutting out the small breasts, as the smell of decay and old rice assaulted his nostrils. Crinkling his nose as he closed thought he saw a motion in the eyes, moving closer to the face it moved. The eyes opened displaying white sockets, forcing him to jump back, a dark maw opened, splitting the rose petal lip stick as black teeth and gums hissed at him. The hands suddenly detaching from the wood of the throne, fingers spread wide as 6 inch nails, with sharp points reached for him.