Jack doesn't really have anything to compare an amusement park to, and he's losing the ability to Read information about it from the world and the people in it. He frowns in confusion around himself, but calls "Safe," down to Jo as he stands at the entrance to the sewers.
Jo comes up behind him, looking around. It is familiar, if about what she expected for creepy, crazy town. But breathing air that isn't near poison water and thick, falling apart, walls, gets a grateful heavy breath.
"Amusement park. Not all that much better in sunlight. Screaming kids, lots of clowns, freaks who get their kicks from people gawking, high ticket prices and food that licked the floor before you bought it."
Jo's walking through. There's a look at things that have fallen, for the food still on counters, perfectly in place but gone bad.
Jack doesn't smile at all when he tries to picture it. He doesn't want to admit he doesn't now what a 'clown' is, so he following close, looking around and particularly glancing between stands and rides, as if waiting for something to jump out at them.
Even when she swears and dodges, taking a rolling tumble.
It hadn't meant to be one. But there hadn't been a pyramid in her hands the last time she had to duck. It makes the roll change. Slams it into her, forces her to move beyond it.
Scrambling to make sure she comes up with the gun still up.
Aiming and shooting at shoulder of the arm she's shooting with.
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"I could deal without the background music."
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Jo's walking through. There's a look at things that have fallen, for the food still on counters, perfectly in place but gone bad.
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He doesn't have to wait long.
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The radio, silent through all the tunnels, broke out in loud static.
A shadowy toddler shape, squeaking as it ran toward them.
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And it keeps running. Straight through his legs.
And then through Jo.
Who's expression is sadly more Again? with an eye-roll.
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Better ghosts than things that might hurt.
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Then she walked further forward, in between things until they came the only still turning ride; the carousel. Empty of the horses children might ride.
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She rises up like a marionette as the two approach, hunched, her arms hanging at her side.
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The reason being, he can't tell if Cybil's able to be saved or not, and he's deferring the judgment call.
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Her steps didn't stop. She kept walking toward the turning ride.
Her gun raised at eye level as she spoke.
"Who the fuck are you, then?"
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He dives forward, swords out.
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Even when she swears and dodges, taking a rolling tumble.
It hadn't meant to be one. But there hadn't been a pyramid in her hands the last time she had to duck. It makes the roll change. Slams it into her, forces her to move beyond it.
Scrambling to make sure she comes up with the gun still up.
Aiming and shooting at shoulder of the arm she's shooting with.
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