Thunder clapped the sky as the rain poured down. One moment, Henri and Naomi were in the cabin, thinning into the ethereal. The next, they found themselves in the rain on the fairgrounds of some dark Carnival. The sky was bleak and there was a fetid smell in the air of rot. In the distance, gears were grinding as the rusted Ferris wheel was churning.

Henri looked around at the surroundings.  He hadn't been paying much attention to what had been going on in the cabin when whatever happened.  He glanced over at Naomi.  "I think something went wrong with that stupid book.  All of the things that we had gotten ready are not with us I think.  Do you have anything?"

"Oh...! No! No! No!" April yelled.

She was behind Henri, and seemingly appeared out of no where.

Henri turned to look at Naomi.

Suddenly, there was a whishhhing sound, and an object flew through the rain. The glint of steel shimmered off of it. Naomi raised her arm as if to block her face and there was the sick sound of metal sinking into wet meat. One of Naomi's feet slipped away and she tumbled, squawking away from one of the puddles, floundering on her side.

Henri watched as her face slapped against the ground and she took a gritty mouthful
of wet mud.



A clown on top of a unicycle appeared from behind one of the Carnival's wooden wagons.

"Tee! Hee! Hee!" It announced.

Henri looked over to the weird girl.  "You might want to run and hide I think," he said, stepping over to check on Naomi.

OOC - Medicine + Wits or Int I would guess?

16:23, Today: Henri Aiton rolled 1 success using 3d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((4,9,3)).

Henri ran over to check on Naomi. He could see the handle of what looked like a knife. It was sticking out of her forehead. Rivers of blood pooled all around her body.

April screamed. She screamed loud enough to cut through the sound of the rain that was pouring down all around them. Her hands came up to her mouth, fingers trembling.

"Run! Run!" She cried, as she stood there, trying to shake off whatever fear had gripped her.

"Then run," Henri yelled at April.  Even though the girl had tried to help him back in the cabin, for some reason, she got on his nerves as his mother would say.

Henri was fairly sure that Naomi was dead or about to be.  But he remembered stories that his parents and their friends who were doctors had sometimes told of people who survived injuries that should have killed them.  He knelt down to check the pulse on her neck, just in case.  He didn't really know what he could do if she was still alive, but he had to know.

09:09, Today: Henri Aiton rolled 1 success using 3d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((8,6,2)).

Henri angled his arm to one side to avoid the handle of what looked like a knife sticking out of Naomi's forehead. Her neck was still warm to the touch. Yet there was no pulse. That was it. Dead. A dead kid right in front of him. And someone he knew too. Someone that was just talking to him moments ago in the cabin.

Rain pelted down in thick drops all around Henri, the puddles splashing like great stones were being thrown into them.



"Blawrgh!" The clown belched. Then it threw a small round ball at April's direction as she was running.

16:18, Today: Storyteller, on behalf of Evil Circus - Zampolio the Clown, rolled 3 successes using 8d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((3,8,7,8,7,8,5,7)).

It landed square against April's back with a deep thud. She stammered slightly off balance before plunging head forward into the mud, rainwater splashing upward as she landed.

"You got suckered! Had. Taken. Cheated. Hoodwinked! Didn't April tell you that Mr. Cherrywinks can get anyone and go anywhere? That poor kid Shawn you helped out made a side deal with him." The Clown said, its unicycle moving forward toward's April who was trying to get to her feet, its high voice shrieking into the rain.

"And now...you're all gonna die!"