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Post by Dexter Adams on Mar 5, 2017 23:23:01 GMT
[ Macy Connors only... cause dolls are "fun". Also, I think I went overboard. xD Sorry friend, you don't have to match my count. ]
Quietly, Dexter had waited until the rays of sinister sunlight faded from the curtains of his home, or base as most seemed to call them nowadays. Due to his perpetual night vision, going out while during daylight was an absolutely terrible idea that caused his eyes a great deal of strain. At times the ability seemed like a blessing, but the rest of the time it was a curse. Thus in the cover of night Dexter slipped out of his home and went about the common routine of searching for supplies. He'd grabbed his black backpack and goggles, which hung around his neck just in case there was an emergency. As of clothing, Dexter wore a dark grey sweater and a pare of simple black sweats with large pockets. Dexter was quick to leave his home and heads towards the place he where he would do a supply search that night. The moon had reached its climax in the star-filled abyss known as the sky when Dexter reached his destination; the large machines that were once operable lingered in foreboding silent.
The China Doll Amusement Park was a terrifying locations for most considering the eyes on the dolls seemed to follow a person wherever they traveled in the park. The gates to the park were closed, the metal gates glistening in the moonlight. A pad lock hung limply on the chain that held the gate shut. Dexter released a quiet sigh, it was clear that he would have no choice, but to climb over the tall gate. Thankfully, Dexter could easily see the gates as though it were daytime because of his night vision. With that, Dexter grabbed a pair of vertical bars and hauled himself upwards, his feet landing on the horizontal pieces. The metal was cold against Dexter's palms, but he ignored the biting cold and continued to climb. Dexter was grateful that the bars weren't slicked with water since it would make the climb rather difficult.
Once Dexter managed to reach the top of the gate, he swung his legs over and began to assess the fall. It seemed unlikely to be a dangerous fall, the gate wasn't overly tall. There was also the fact that if it turned out to be horrible idea he could always use his Umbrakinesis to cross the wall and stumble his way back home; hopefully before the light touched this side of the earth again. With those thoughts in mind, Dexter slide of the top of the gate and landed clumsily. With his knees partially bent and the slight weight of his bag, Dexter fell forwards into the dirt.
"Dammit," Dexter complained quietly to himself. He slowly got back to his feet, taking a few moments to brush the dirt off his clothes.
The fall was by no means heavy nor did he sustain any injuries from it, but falling did make him a tad graceless. Once he felt dusted off, Dexter began to walk around the eerie amusement park, his blue eyes looking at the broken faces of the dolls that lingered around the gate, almost like creepy guards. Unlike most, Dexter felt unperturbed by the eyes that followed his movements. He adored horror and the red-haired adult knew that these dolls were merely inanimate objects. However, Dexter remained alert since the true threats could still lurk around the corners. The young man knew he was fortunate for his night vision since it flushed out the possibility of somebody hiding within the shadows.
Before he could start rummaging for supplies in the secluded location, Dexter needed a proper plan to tackle the large park. Thus, he wandered off the main path and into the grass. Dexter could sense the shadows between a pair of game booths; it was a perfect place to wait a few moments and think over his course of action. As the red-haired individual walked towards the booth, he couldn't help, but wonder how many people remembered him. There would most certainly be a few, but he doubted they would be thinking about him. Dexter was after all alone since his parents had gone to a different country on business which left the young man to fend for himself. Pondering the idea of friends was peculiar for Dexter, especially since a majority of those friends were former or just merely people he was on good terms with. Dexter shook his head, now was definitely not the time for these trivial thoughts! Once he reached the game booths, he leaned against the wall of a creepy ring toss game where many broken dolls were stationed and began to think about his plan.
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Post by Macy Connors on Mar 5, 2017 23:52:58 GMT
Macy was almost asleep. Her eyes were hooded and the branch of the tree she was lying against was surprisingly comfortable. Just as her mind was about to shut down into sleep, she heard a noise. Almost a whisper. Macy's eyes flew open, and began to search the area for the source. When her eyes picked out a small silhouette in the darkness, panic started to take over. But what scared her most was her curiousity. She watched the figure disappear. It was then she mindlessly jumped out of her tree and walked over to thegates. She new that the thing was past these doors and that she needed to get over, but she
couldn't find it in her to climb the metal entrance. Searching around for another entrance, her eyes landed on a tree that had a branch hanging over the walls of the park. So she ran, as quickly and quietly as she could. When she reached the tree, she spared no time in looking for an easy way up, she just grabbed the first branch she could and hoisted herself up into the leaves. The bark on this tree had many grooves, which provided ease in placement of her feet and hands. Macy finally reached the branch looming over the park walls and went to the very end. Then, she pushed her body off and landed on the ground in a crouch. She felt the pinch of pain come up through her legs to her hips, but pushed the tiny pain away and continued moving.
Macy stopped in the middle of a pathway of the park. She had to think, so she looked around and searched once again for something to help her. But she quickly forgot about finding a tool to use when she caught sight of the most horrifying thing ever. A China doll. They had scared her ever since she was a child, and nothing has changed since. Other than her new found powers, fangs and her father no longer there.
Everywhere Macy turned, she saw a doll. All she could do was shudder when she saw the eyes follow her around. So she ran. She passed a couple of game booths and saw an odd shadow between one, but all she cared about was getting away from the eyes of those freaky porcelain faces. Macy found a nice easy tree to climb and climbed up as fast as she could, then she shut her eyes.
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Post by Dexter Adams on Mar 6, 2017 0:44:03 GMT
Eventually a plan was strung together by the red-head who lurked in the safety of the shadowy gap between the game booths. The plan of attack that Dexter came up with involved heading towards the gift shop first since presumably any, or at least most, of the food goods would be spoiled. Dexter nodded to himself, it was a self-confirmation that seemed to make the plan finalized. Before the young red-head had the chance to leave the shadows, he noticed a girl walking down the dirt path. Dexter's night vision allowed him to easily see the stranger, her short air, smaller body and even the less obvious shuttering. Upon seeing her, the young man crouched down and pressed himself closer to the walls of one of the game booths. When the girl glanced in his direction, Dexter was absolutely certain she saw him, however, she seemed to just speedily pass by.
After seeing the strange events unfold, Dexter lifted an eyebrow. First off, the girl seemed vaguely familiar, like someone from a distant memory. Secondly, it almost seemed like something was chasing her, yet he heard no footfalls nor did he see another figure. Cautiously, Dexter stood back up and peered around the game booths to watch what the peculiar girl was doing. Similar to the frightened squirrel, the stranger rushed to climb up a tree with practiced ease. For a few moments, Dexter quietly remained within the shadows while his eyes scanned the surroundings. There was nothing, but the faces of the porcelain dolls, some broken and other surprisingly intact. Slowly, the young man stepped back into the cover of darkness; these new events meant he needed to reassess his next move cautiously.
From what Dexter could tell, the girl was genuinely scared of something. Perhaps the dolls whose eyes seemed to latch onto ark attendants as they went through the park? It seemed likely, but the question of why would she enter the park still remained. Despite the somewhat strange circumstances the young man honestly felt bad for the terrified young woman who'd seemed to be running as though her life depended on it. It was times like these that Dexter cursed the fact that he actually cared about people and their well-being, not the mention the lingering curiosity of her identity still remained. The red-headed man took a deep breath, leaning against the cold wall of the game booth for a moment. He pushed away from the game booth and exited the gap to go find out what exactly had left the girl so frightened.
Slowly, Dexter followed her path and closed the distance between himself and the girl's "safe haven". His blue eyes immediately cut through the darkness and saw the stranger hiding within the branches. The young man wasn't completely sure if the young woman with short, dark hair was aware of her surroundings.
For a few moments, Dexter silently watched her as he contemplated his words. "Hey, girl, are you alright? You seem a little shaken, is something chasing you or what?" Dexter asked, his eyes remaining on the figure within the tree for a few moments before he preformed another quick scan of his surroundings.
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Post by Macy Connors on Mar 6, 2017 16:03:38 GMT
Macy slowly opened her eyes when she heard some shuffling approaching the tree she took cover in. She was starting to think that Madman had actually cursed the dolls with it's chemicals. But when she worked up the courage to look down, she saw a person. Well, more a less a man. Of what age, she couldn't guess. It was too dark to make out many appearances other than the fact he was wearing black and had goggles.
Macy thought of what to do. She had heard him speak, but she hadn't spoken in a long time. She focused on her powers and looked down at the man below her branch, her eyes turning to the brightness shade of blue, and the glowing ring of pink surrounding her black pupil. "Who are you?" She asked. She had felt the power surge through her and the twinge of tiredness came back. She still wasn't quite used to the drain of power and still didn't understand how got this kind of ability. But none the less, she waited patiently for a response. She didn't want to use her pebbles just yet.
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Post by Dexter Adams on Mar 6, 2017 21:41:57 GMT
Patiently, Dexter watched the girl who had stationed herself in the tree. The young man couldn't be completely certain about how dangerous the young woman could be after all. When the girl looked down at him, Dexter took the time to note her face since she still seemed incredibly familiar, but alas he couldn't manage to a place a name. It was rather vexing to be unable to recognize someone that Dexter swore he must've seen before. The introvert decided it was best to shrug it off for later pondering considering the woman was most likely still distressed over whatever it was that bothered her. His night vision allowed him to catch a glimpse of her grey-blue eyes before the blue brightened and a pink ring circles the girl's pupils. Out of pure caution, Dexter took a couple of steps backwards; he didn't know what the female stranger's glowing eyes could mean!
When the voice entered his head without a single moment from the stranger's mouth, the young man began to understand what had just happened. Perhaps the changing eye colour was merely a side-effect of using her abilities, which was a quick conclusion to come to for the observant and smart introvert. Unfortunately, what the girl said to him mentally did not answer any of his questions. Dexter found it odd that some people still worried themselves of the identity of another person before they dared to answer any questions. Sure, a name could give some background information about said person, but there were no laws so if a criminal wanted to kill somebody they probably wouldn't have hesitated at all.
"Why the Hell does it matter?" Dexter began, feeling a tad bit stubborn and uncooperative. However, the young man knew all to well that his negative behavior would be unlikely to get him anywhere. "I'm going to presume that you won't tell me a thing if you don't know my name. So it's Dexter Adams, are you happy now?" There was a slight dribble of annoyance to Dexter's voice as he spoke the words which would probably not assist in getting him any answers. "Now, what was all the fuss about? You seemed pretty freaked out back there," Dexter asked again. The young man hoped that he would finally receive a straight answer and not something, like I don't know, a pebble to the face.
[ ... I had to add the last part, lol. You have full permission to hit him with a few if Macy wants to do just that~! ]
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Post by Macy Connors on Mar 7, 2017 2:14:41 GMT
"Dexy?" Macy pushed herself out of the tree so fast that she didn't have time to react to her landing. Once again tonight, pain came spiking up her leg cause her to mumble a serious of curses in her head. When Macy finally looked up, she immediately recognized the red hair. She flung her arms around her old childhood friend but quickly pulled away from him.
Her eyes surged blue and pink again as she sent another telepathic message, "It's me Macy. And you know me when it comes to dolls...
Macy nervously laughed and started to look into the distance. Scanning for anything to make this moment less awkward than it could already have been. looking around the park, she spotted some trees that would be fun to climb and sleep in. But with the area she was in surrounding by thousands of dolls just waiting to jump and attack her, she would have to pass. This was no Holiday Inn for Macy Connor. Off in the distance, she could hear the sounds of creaking metal in the wind, and the sound of the war, night's breeze. Yet still Macy seamed cold.
This day couldn't get anymore terrifying. First demonic dolls and now, Dexter.
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Post by Dexter Adams on Mar 7, 2017 2:48:20 GMT
Hearing the nickname he vaguely remembered, Dexter could not help but lift an eyebrow. The very uttering of the nickname suggested that the person knew him, but yet his memory still betrayed him nastily. The red-head stood confused, his blue eyes watching as the girl slid down from the tree. While he stood in thought, he felt the familiar girl wrap her arms around him in a brief hug. The introvert was thankful that the hug wasn't too long, especially since Dexter valued his personal space; in fact the hug annoyed him a little. That easily got Dexter's attention and his eyes snapped back onto the girl as she sent another telepathic message and the mentioned name wrung bells in his head. Any former feelings of annoyance ebbed away and s small, lip-tight smile crept onto Dexter's face for a brief moment as he remembered the little girl he used to play with. It was easy to say that this was the last place that the young man expected to meet anyone, let alone a childhood friend.
"Macy? I can't believe it, I thought you looked familiar," Dexter responded in a friendlier tone. "I never thought I would run into anyone out here, most people are absolutely terrified of the place."
Dexter glanced around at the various dolls whose eyes seemed to stare directly into his soul; it was satisfyingly horrifying. Anything that was remotely creepy always piqued Dexter's interest, thus the China Doll Amusement Park seemed like a great place to head for a fan of the terrifying. As he looked around, he heard Macy's nervous laugh and the awkwardness that followed made things a little weird. Dexter hadn't seen Macy in quite a few years nor was he necessarily socially adept. For the most part there was a quietness that settled and only the sound of the creaking metal could be heard. After a few moments of silence, Dexter's suddenly remembered why he came here. Immediately, Dexter glanced upwards to take a peek at the moon, it was already descending, he had to get a move on or else his worst enemy, light, would attack.
"Oh, shit. I would love to keep chatting, but I have to keep working. You can tag along, or whatever," Dexter said. The world wasn't the greatest when daylight was your enemy.
Slowly, Dexter began to move back towards the main section of the park so he could check out the gift shop. The red-head had come here with a reason and there was absolutely no way he would be returning home empty-handed.
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Post by Macy Connors on Mar 7, 2017 18:45:47 GMT
Macy stood and watched for a brief moment watching the man start to stride away. Her eyes surged bright pink and blue once more as she sent another mental message to Dex. "Hey wait up! Why such the rush?" Macy's confusion as to why her friend would just walk away was beyond her. But she actually missed the company of a friend. And she wasn't about to let it slip away.
She swiftly swung her black leather bag behind her back and started to run off after Dexter. As she ran, she heard the sound of her pebbles that were currently in her bag, smash against each other. Which caused quick a bit of noise. So she grabbed her leather bag in one hand to keep it from shaking. The times that Macy went out to scout, she would always come back with five pebbles. Her dad and her liked to collect rocks when he was still alive. So she kept her own little tradition going. But this time, the pebbles we're used as a distraction. That way, whenever she needed to use her power of persuasion, she had something to catch their attention.
Macy finally caught up to Dexter after a couple seconds of jogging. When she got her breath back, she was able to focus enough on her powers and on Dexters wardrobe choice. "Why the googles?" she sent. Her friend almost looked like the shadows surrounding them, dressed in black. He seemed comfortable in this park, which really surprised Macy. How could anyone stay in this creepy place, let alone run it. She let out a shiver of disgust.
Being still slightly paranoid of the dolls, Macy took another look around to make sure none of them were following her. While she was checking out a booth filled with China dolls for prizes, she saw a shadow that didn't quite seem right for the small porcelain figures. That's when she started getting nervous. She never thought to scout out the area from her hiding tree.
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Post by Dexter Adams on Mar 7, 2017 19:49:25 GMT
There were two reasons why Dexter had walked away from the young woman who was his friend; he had terrible people skills and the young man was under a time crunch. In a way, Dexter was a nocturnal creature since his night vision caused him to avoid being out during daylight and with the moon starting its descent he most definitely had to continue moving. When he heard Macy's next mental message, the red-head paused and looked back to waited for the short-haired girl to catch up. Dexter didn't bother answering why exactly he was in a rush; he figured that should he have to talk about the perpetual night vision it would be best left for when the distance was closed or somewhere safer. There was no way the gifted boy would just let somebody hear about his particularly annoying weakness! Not to mention light was an easy thing for people to get a hold of. Flashlights, fire, sunlight, moonlight, it was quite literally everywhere and simple to access!
Quietly, Dexter waited and listened to the footfalls alongside the strange almost clicking noise that came from Macy's bag until she grabbed hold of it. When Macy finally closed the distance, Dexter began to walk again, following the dirt path as he did so. When the mental message was initially sent, Dexter thought for a few moments. His blue eyes did a swift sweep of the surrounding area, it was unlikely that anybody threatening was around.
When Dexter began to spoke, he didn't bother making eye contact so he just kept looking forward. "The light bothers my eyes, the goggles help a bit. Let's just say that perpetual night vision is Hell," Dexter explained. Afterwards he let out a quiet sigh of annoyance from the thought. Honestly, why did his night vision have to be permanent?!
Another chilly breeze fluttered by, which caused Dexter to shove his hands into his pocket. They were a lot colder than the red-head had thought. The introvert spared a glance at Macy and noted how uncomfortable she was within the doll infested amusement park. Soon after she seemed to get even more nervous, but Dexter didn't quite no why. With his night vision, he couldn't see the abnormal shadow.
"What's the matter? You seem pretty damn nervous," Dexter asked. After another quick sweep, he remembered that some people were scared of the inanimate objects known as dolls. "Are you scared of the dolls? Cause even if they were alive they are probably one good kick away from smashing," Dexter said. He doubted they were alive, but the young man didn't know if Maras effected inanimate objects. For all he knew, maybe the dolls would come to life and try to kill them.
Without another thought, Dexter kept making his way down the appropriate paths and towards the gift shop that loomed in the distance. From where he was, the introvert could see an array of dolls that were left in the broken display window, most of which were smashed. The door seemed to even be off its hinges, the windows of it also smashed to seemingly match the shattered display window and broken dolls.
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Post by Macy Connors on Mar 12, 2017 22:12:54 GMT
"Uuuuuh, don't you see that?" Macy said pointing to the game booth filled with hanging dolls. There sat about ten shadows of the dolls illuminated by moonlight. But one didn't look like a normal doll shadow. Macy started toward the awkward shadow taking slow steps.
The game booth had a ring toss game in it. Macy dug into her bag and quickly got out one of her pebbles. She ran the pebble anxiously between her fingers, ready to chuck it at something. She took another step towards the booth, her eyes never straying from the shadow. When Macy saw the shadow move a bit, she halted her movement.
"Dex, I think we have some company." When Macy started taking some steps back, she heard a light growl and stopped moving again. That's when her panic set in, she didn't have any trees or bushes to hide herself in. She was out it the open. And talking to Dexter, her energy was somewhat lacking. She might not be able to hypnotize her way out of this one. So she slowly reached down to her right combat boot and slid her knife out. She had to have some other sort of weapon on her other than rocks.She has a spare knife in her left boot too, but she had better aim with her right hand.
With the pebble back in her bag, and the knife replacing it, Macy got into a nervous fighting stance. Her right arm was by her side ready to throw her knife if needed. Her knees were bent slightly ready to run too and she has never gotten into a real fight since the Madman outbreak. She felt her jacket rustle a bit in the wind. Even if it wasn't cold, Macy still shivered.
After a couple of seconds with no action, Macy took another step back. A loud growl erupted from the booth. That got Macy to freeze.
Her eyes surged yet again with a pink and vivid blue. "Dex. Help." After she sent that message Macy started to run back to Dex. When she turned around she saw something chasing her. But it was too dark to tell what.
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Post by Dexter Adams on Mar 13, 2017 1:11:41 GMT
There was another downside to night vision that most people didn't think about, which was the capability to view things like shadows. In a way, Dexter could somewhat notice the differences in light, even the different shades of darkness, but at times this was hard to distinguish. Thus, when Dexter looked at the game booth that Macy pointed out, he couldn't even tell what the shadows really looked like. For the most part, the red-head merely noticed the dolls that hanged from their ropes and eerily swayed in the wind. Upon seeing the dolls swing from their ropes, he simply shrugged in response.
"I don't see anything. You're probably just freaked out from the dolls," Dexter responded in a rather flat tone. He didn't have time to deal with possible paranoia. When Macy went to investigate, the introvert stopped and watched her cautiously walk over to the creepy ring toss booth. "C'mon, Macy. It's probably nothing. I don't really have time to hang around here." His words sounded impatient and annoyance seemed to drip from them.
The gifted boy knew he couldn't risk lingering around the amusement park all night since that would be highly unproductive and would probably result in him being outside during daylight hours. Life was difficult when the light was your enemy because it left you locked in doors while the sun touched the earth. For a few more moments, Dexter watched his friend cautiously inspect the ring toss booth. He was completely unaware of the lurking shadow hiding within the booth.
With an impatient glance up, Dexter let an annoyed sigh slip from his mouth. "Seriously, Macy. I don't have all night. I've gotta go. After you're done dealing with your imagination, you can find me at the gift shop." Dexter turned to leave right after saying that, he was on a serious time crunch.
He didn't get far when Macy sent him another telepathic message, this time it was a tad more sinister. Automatically, Dexter glanced back to see if Macy was merely being paranoid, but something about the tension suggested that wasn't it. His childhood friend seemed a little more panicked, even going the length to draw a knife from her boot. It was pretty easy for Dexter to confirm that the short-haired girl was frightened. Whether it be the dolls or something he couldn't see, Dexter most definitely could not just leave her there. For a few more moments the introvert watched without moving as Macy stepped back from the booth. A thunderous roar came from the ring toss booth, which caused Dexter to instinctively take a couple of steps back. There was something back there and Dexter had the foreboding feeling that he had a rough idea of the creature. Quietly standing there, the red-head heard his friend's plea for help and watched her retreat back towards him.
Dexter's gaze shifted to behind his fleeing friend as he watched a peculiar wolf-like creature leap over the front counter of the ring toss booth and give chase. It had misses patches of fur, was larger than an average wolf and lastly had long, thin claws. The introvert could only presume that a tiny knife wouldn't do significant damage to the enraged creature, not to mention it would probably be rather difficult to get an accurate shot on the creature while fleeing for your life. Thus, Dexter knew it was necessary for him to act and dispose of the nasty, vicious creature. He had just found his childhood friend again and there was no way he was going to let a mutated wolfish creature kill her! Time was of the essence, but Dexter remained calm since darkness seemed to respond better when he focused. His eyes remained on the vicious creature that chased after what he could only guess was a terrified Macy.
In a few moments a long block of darkness gathered in front of the creature, causing the fast moving beast to tumble into the dust. It was an easier move and the gifted boy wanted an ample amount of space to work with. Umbrakinesis was naturally powerful during the night since darkness was lurking everywhere and although Dexter couldn't really see it, he could sense it. The gifted boy was about to control the darkness to wrap itself around the creature's paws to cease its movement, but wolf-like creature seemed to have other plans. It was almost immediately back on its paws and seemed to have caught onto Dexter's tricks. In a matter of moments, the creature jumped to the side, avoiding the shadowy trap he had tried to place below its paws.
"Shoot, be careful, Macy," Dexter said, unsure whether or not his friend heard him.
[ I thought it would be more fun to drag this out and let you do something. c: ]
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Post by Macy Connors on Apr 14, 2017 17:35:10 GMT
Macy was running fast. She couldn't hear the sound of blood pumping through her ears. Unsure of what to do, she took a quick glance at Dexter. He was standing still, but looked very concentrated. Though it was still dark out, Macy could still make out the shape of trees and amusement stands. Instead of running, Macy quickly turned around. Unsure of where the wolf-like creature was.
It took a couple seconds, but she eventually saw the wolf jump to the side of a dark figure. The thing growled again, it's eyes glowing red in the dark.
Macy reeled back her arm, and threw her small knife as fast an as accurately as she could. She let out a small smirk when the knife hit the blood red eye of the wolf. But her grin dropped when the wolf started to run at her again. Hoping that a tree could get her out of the situation, she scaled a third tree tonight.
She got to the closest tree she could, it's limbs twisted and smooth, unlike the other trees she was in tonight. once she got to the third branch, which was about 8 feet off the ground, Macy took a deep breath and looked beneath her. She could see the angry creature sitting beneath her branch, staring right at her with those creepy eyes. For a moment Macy was unsure of what to do, so when she decided to use her other power.
Mind Control.
Staring the creature right in the eyes, Macy focused on her powers. The familiar surge of energy traveling to her eyes. 'This wolf has caused enough grief tonight, time to show it who is boss.' She thought to herself. May felt a tad bit morbid, and wanted to watch this wolf suffer.
The wolf succumbed to Macy's powers quickly. It was a very weak animal when it came to mentality, but then again, who wouldn't have gone mental after everything that has happened. Macy controlled the wolf to move closer to the tree, making it sit down once it's head was touching the trunk. Then without hesitation, she made the wolf bash it's head into the tree. Making it black out.
"Dex, I don't know if it is dead. But I certainly do not want it to wake up." Keeping her focus on the unconscious animal, Macy hugged the tree. Her energy was low, she hasn't used mind control in so long. And it made her feel very tired. So, she waited for Dexter to finish it off.
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Post by Dexter Adams on Apr 17, 2017 0:02:29 GMT
Dealing with mutated animals was never an easy task since it was impossible to know what to expect. From what Dexter could tell the creature was intelligent enough not to be fooled by the introvert's abilities. That was never a good sign and at first the red-head thought his interference would cost him, but the wolf continued after Macy, probably because she was closer. When he saw Macy turn to confront the beast, he was clueless of what the outcome would be. Maras had changed the familiar world most people had grown up in and made it prone to unpredictable occurrences. With those unpredictable events in mind, Dexter decided it was best to hold back to ensure his umbrakinesis would not interfere with whatever Macy had in mind. The night adapted eyes of the introvert instantly caught sight of Macy's knife flying through the air, the odd beam of moonlight causing the blade to gleam. Dexter bit down on his lower lip, a common habit associated with when he grew nervous, and watched as Macy's aim stayed true and hit its mark. The mutated creature stopped a moment, but seemed otherwise unperturbed by its newly maimed eye. Instantly after the wolf began moving, Dexter swore under his breath and began deciding what the best course of action would be to save his childhood friend. Fear lurked in the introvert's mind, this didn't seem to be going overly well and he was standing there doing nothing about it! In the moment, he attempted to neglect the pessimistic thoughts that tried to overrule his judgement; they would probably only get him nowhere! Thankfully it seemed that the girl had some agility as she hastily made her way up a tree with the fluent motions of a cat. It was truthfully quite impressive. Once the introvert devised a plan, he glanced back towards the tree to find a peculiar specter of the wolf sitting at the tree's base. Dexter's dark blue eyes watched in surprise as the wolf suddenly bashed its head into the tree and slunk to the ground. While Dexter stood there dumbfounded, he heard Macy's telepathic message informing him that the creature may still be alive. For a few moments, the introvert watched Macy to find that it was highly unlikely she would be dealing with the problem herself. With cautious and slow steps, Dexter approached the unconscious animal. The rise and fall of the creature's chest was slow which suggested that the bash had done some damage. The red-head released a a long breath before he began to manipulate the surrounding darkness and cleanly slit the creature's throat. There was a puddle of red and a rather putrid smell, but the introvert ignored it. Killing the unfortunate mutated creatures was always a rather sorrowful task to the male survivor since before Maras had ravaged their brains they probably would not have been a threat. " There, you can come down now, Macy." Dexter said as he glanced up towards his friend while taking a couple of steps back from the tree. " Are you alright? It didn't lay a claw on you, right?" The introvert inquired since he decided it would be best to double check in case he missed something.
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Post by Macy Connors on Apr 23, 2017 22:18:35 GMT
Macy leaned her head against the trunk of the tree. She was completely exhausted. She hasn't used mind control in so long and took a big toll on her. Her legs felt heavy and arms like lead weights that hung limply at her sides.
She remained in the tree for several more minutes, she just sat and breathed heavily. 'We need to move,' Macy thought to herself. She used all her strength to move one arm at a time to the branch of the tree that was above her. She slowly hoisted herself up onto her feet and started to climb down. Macy was out of the tree within a minute, but she still felt so exhausted and tired. When she looked around, she couldn't see the wolf. She looked right at Dexter. Confused and tired, she forgot to use her telepathy to speak,"Where did the wolf go Dex?" Quickly, May slapped her lead weight feelings hands up to her mouth. Shocked that she had spoken. Her throat felt weird, it had been months since she had spoken.
She never wanted anyone to see her fangs because she thought it might scare them. Or that they would think she drank blood. She remembered being terrified of vampires as child, but now the idea of them terrified her even more. Who knew what the apocalypse really brought to the world.
Macy closed her mouth and slowly dropped her arm to the side of her purse, fiddling with the loose rocks inside. She was scared that Dexter would leave her after seeing her fangs. Although the idea seemed impossible, she still couldn't shake the feeling out of her stomach.
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Post by Dexter Adams on Apr 25, 2017 2:25:37 GMT
Even after the wolf's execution it seemed that Macy was still remaining in the safe refuge of the tree. Since his eyes could cut through the darkness with ease, it did not take long for the introvert to notice that Macy seemed tired. In her defense, being chased by a terrifying mutated wolf would be likely to wear anybody out in a matter of moments. It was merely another of the misfortunes created due to the effects of Maras on the wilderness. Macy's heavy breathing only confirmed that she had indeed worn herself out from the chase and the possible part she played in the wolf's demise. The wolf still laid limp at the bottom of the tree, its black fur camoflauging with the darkness. Blood was gradually seeping from the finishing blow, but Dexter chose to ignore the little bit of gore. It was rather disgusting and Dexter felt absolutely no need to focus on the trivial manner. Instead he glanced up at Macy who seemed to had miss the dark form of the wolf. The introvert could see the look of confusion and weariness on her face, clearly she needed some help. He was a tad surprised to hear Macy talk, she had avoided using her voice for quite a period of time. Due to the various mutation he had witness over the course of the apocalypse, Dexter was unperturbed by the fangs. " It's all right, Macy. I took care of it, now come on down. You look worn out and there could be more wolves yet," Dexter called up to her. " Unless you want to remain here with the dolls." The last part was somewhat a coaxing remark alongside a little bit of teasing. The introvert stood in the grass and waited for Macy to make her down from the tree, if she would. There was no possible way that Dexter could leave his childhood friend in a tree when she looked that exhausted. When his eyes trailed back towards the wolf, the red-head instinctively took a few steps back from it. The mutated corpse was creepier then horror movies and dolls, mostly because it was a grim reminder of what the post-pocalypse was like. It was a time when people had to fight to defend themselves and those who could not adapt would be lost in time. Things attacked anybody who came too close and people died day in and day out. In short, it was hellish and most difficult trial of survival.
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