#carnivalopen

Haruna was no longer crying and had almost completely calmed herself down. She was still sad, but then again, that was to be expected. She and the others would probably be sad for a long time. 

Haruna wanted to hide herself in her room, but that made her think of the first time she was kidnapped. She was too young to remember, but at least she wasn't being forced to kill anyone. Then again, she was their sole captive and was about six. Someone had died, though. A policeman. One of her kidnappers had been wounded, but they didn't die.

Being hugged probably had played a part in calming her down. She had been hugged up before, but not by almost complete strangers. She had no idea on how she was supposed to react to that. Shizuka liked books, didn't he? Maybe she could ask him to pick one of hers. 

She was sitting on a bench, sketchbook in hands. Drawing something would make her feel a bit less miserable. But then again, wouldn't be completely happy insulting for Koneko and Ken? Or maybe not, maybe they wanted others to be happy.

She wasn't even in the mood to draw a weapon.. Maybe she should try another hand at drawing portraits. Maybe draw Koneko or Ken, but she didn't remember their faces well. She probably didn't want to. Some animals or maybe... Hum, Luna Lovegood? Or some other fictional character...

She was drawing when she noticed someone aproaching her. Maybe they could talk or... Something. Maybe talking about random subjects would be a good distracting.

Free, finally! But those carnies terrified her... Well, they'd terrify anyone, really. And what was that envelope about, anyway?

The whole thing looked like something straight out of her father's books.  She decided to check the other envelope around her, and there was something about gluttony in it, too. She felt a bit like Alice just arriving in wonderland. In one of those creepy adaptations.  

 No one was coming for their rescue, right? That shocked Haruna a little, and looks like there were only two ways to escape... Well, officially, maybe they could find a new one. Of course, she wouldn't kill anyone, right? Everything was beyound bizarre...

She had little to no idea on what the hell was going on, other than, unlike she thought up until a while ago, that wasn't just a game and while they'd hopefully be fine, they'd probably have to work hard for it.

She noticed someone aproaching her. Even then, it was a good opportunity to meet knew people, right? Maybe even more so, they'd probably have to work together or something...

The lights shine brightly on my face. At first, I thought I was in my bedroom or maybe on a bus, only to realize I was in some kind of carnival.  A very familiar one, at that. Probably a very famous one... One I should have remembered the name. It’s kind of frustrating being supposed to remember something, but not remembering it. 

Handcuffed to a plastic horse? Did that make any sense? Well, most likely not. And I wasn’t the only one, either, there were more people in my situation here. I could recognize some of them... Oh, dear! Where they hurt? Probably not, because I wasn't hurt, but still...

I don't know what's happening, but it's scary and a bit creepy, but also a bit like an adventure.  And I'd like to talk to those people, making friends was fun, no matter the situation you're in!

Nanaho awoke to the sound of carousel music and an uncomfortable position on a horse. Wait a minute...Was this horse made of plastic? Wait a minute, Why was she handcuffed on one wrist? The girl changed her postion to something more comfy, feeling for her pocket for something that could help. Nope, Nothing. But there was a scrap of paper there. " Your Sin: Envious of others. Will Envy drive you into madness?" Nanaho tilted her head at this info curiously. Well, this was a certainly curious turn of events. She stuffed the scrap into her pocket and looked around. Students either talking or bickering. 'Were they talking about me? Did I do something wrong? Did I displease them in some way?' Nanaho thought this as she felt for her leash handle nervously. Gone.

Feeling disoriented, Matthew snapped awake when his head hit the pole in front of him as his body spasmed awake. He realized quickly that one of his arms was attached to what seemingly was a pole attached to the carousel horse he was riding on. For Matthew, this wouldn't have been the first time he was stuck in a similar predicament in an unfamiliar place feeling like he was having a concussion. Unimpressed, he grunts loudly and says "FUCK" as he tries to yank with all his force the handcuff lose from the pole. He didn't succeed the first time. He sat there, and looked around. Since he could only see out of his left eye he freaked out momentarily when he felt his sides. He then felt and realized he still had his knife to his side still.

He looked around and realized that there were others in a similar situation as him. The lights were bright, and rightly they gave him a headache. Although, his thoughts, he didnt really care at the moment about the others. As a child growing up until this point, he never really socialized with others, especially with people he doesn't even know. So he wouldnt even know how to begin socializing with the others. Last thing he knew was that he was offered a place in an academy. He was excited about it. He always had a passion for learning. But, all he remembered was hearing the good news about getting into the school. Now here he was, handcuffed to a pole on a carosel with a bunch of young looking people near his age. He realized that one of his pockets was bulging, he reached in and pulled out a ticket. It read "Your sin: Lust. How exactly will this sin effect you at this carnival?" With an aggravated expression on his face, he crumpled up the ticket and threw it on the ground. He bellowed "What the fuck is this. Saying my sin is lust. You dont know me whoever you are. You better watch out"

This wouldn't have been the first time Stephanie had woken up in a strange place, but a carousel was definitely different.

She stumbled off the porcelain horse, legs unsteady and cramped. Her wrist protested though, and as soon as she hopped off she was yanked back by... Was that a handcuff?!

She wrinkled her brow. Well, weirder things did happen in Reno...

Had there been come kind of party? She was groggy, yeah, but it wasn't a hangover (she all of people knew what that was like.) She didn't recall any invite, no drinks, no dancing... Her head was a buzz with question after question; what had happened? How long was she out?

And how the hell did she end up at a carnival? 

She looked around, and noticed the motley group of kids that littered the ride. They looked about just as out of it as she felt. Maybe there had been a rager, after all...