{CAMP CARNIVAL}

[elegante_masks]

Characters: Campers, Ilian, Razer, Batou, Even, Kage, Pan, Giovanni, Iodine, Reno, Rude, Alucard, and Kamui.
Location: The Carnival.
Date: Now.
Rating: AT LEAST PG-13, maybe M. THERE IS VIOLENCE HERE PEOPLE VIOLENCE.

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[servantofhell]

His mission was to destroy the evidence. Sir Hellsing demanded it.

Whether or not he believed her decision was just or reasonable was not his concern; the only matter of importance was fulfilling the task given to him.

Additionally, he had successfully turned his left hand into a weapon, with shards of glass healed into his fingertips-- he had done this over 12 hours ago; despite the fact that it should have healed in minutes, it took several hours.

Regardless of the methods it would take to tear this carnival upside down for the possession of those tapes, he was more than willing to do so. The horses failed to so much as faze him as he began walking deeper into the carnival.

[deinxxrazer]

...Camp Carnival had a sky. That was the first, and loudest thing to run through Razer's mind upon finally being given access to the area. It was black and heavy with clouds, but the air didn't smell like rain--just blood. Old blood, new blood, it was hard to tell, but if there was one smell that Razer knew better than anything that was it, and it was thick here.

The scene was gruesome, certainly, but...Razer had been expecting something. Strange animals hooked to a carousel was far off the mark from what he'd, but so long as they stayed and bled over there, where they weren't going to be attacking anyone, he was fine.

He wasn't here for evidence, wasn't here for tapes or for information--although that would be nice to see, considering Integra had no intentions of telling anyone anything. But that wasn't the point--Razer was here to be here. So he just folded his arms and waiting for someone to make a move.

[elvenaccuracy]

Ilian looked around the place; it was disgusting. It was meant to be scary, but he'd seen a lot of things. Too many things. He was ready for this, even without his knives and his guns. All he had to do was stay out of harm's reach. Easier said than done.

He let his eyes survey the scene before stepping down the ramp slowly. It drove him crazy not to hear every movement, not to hear each creak under his foot or the breathing patterns of everyone in the group. He missed those sounds, and he missed the clarity of his sight. Without all of it he was... normal. It wasn't much fun being normal.

He looks straight ahead at the carousel. The horses made his stomach twist in disgust. But he wasn't afraid - he wasn't afraid of anything.

[vampurify]

The smell was disgusting.

Kamui noticed this the moment he stepped inside and was hit by a wall of the stench. It smelled like blood and sugar and rot and sweat and fear. He lifted one hand to his nose to block the odor and made a face.

What is that.

"Repulsive," He whispered.

Kamui sighed deeply and dropped his hand. It wasn't the smells that bothered him, it was that Subaru's familiar scent wasn't mixed in with them.

... He'd really been counting on Subaru being there.

Kamui glanced to the others.

Hindrances.

[elegante_masks]

As the carousel turned the music continued to play its tinkling, off-key tune, around and around it turned and as a figure slowly came into view. It hoisted itself up backwards in a pained bridge, the sound of crackling bones somehow carrying over the loudspeaker mounted atop the spinning, bloody carousel.

"CAMPERS!"

The voice was strained but enthused.

"WELCOME TO ANOTHER FUN DAY AT CAMP!"

Lightning crackled in the sky, a deep baritone rumbling and the clouds heaved suddenly. In a moment, the Camp Counselor is gone from atop the carousel.