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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 7, 2015 20:49:52 GMT -5
As the world went into darkness, many people took different paths toward survival. One man gave into the darkness and the chaos and thrived. He was charismatic and a natural born leader. He played into people's weaknesses, wants, and desires, and made them his allies. He only trusted a few and killed to make an example of why he wasn't to be crossed. He was a terror to good, honest people, and enjoyed causing chaos. His birth name doesn't matter anymore but rumors have spread across survivor camps of a clown known as Beelzebozo. The man was once an obedient, law abiding, office worker who gave into his needs and urges and flourished in the apocalypse. While many who were like him before the end died quickly, as the years went on he realized he was meant for the end of the world. Before everything, he was destined to disappear from history, being nobody special, and dying without ever impacting the planet. Now he planned to be known forever and always, even if it is by fear and violence. He ruled his followers like a generous tyrant. He destroyed those who opposed him like a tornado mixed with a wildfire. You never wanted to make him angry because it'd cost your life, but keeping him happy meant your survival.
Beelzebozo sat upon his "throne" in the largest tent. His green dreadlocks were being maintained and his shoulders were being rubbed by a group of women wearing clown makeup. His usual mask hung from the armrest, but his face was still painted. His hands had makeup on them from applying the makeup himself. He held a lighter in one hand and a ceramic bowl in the other. Inhaling the smoke of the plant once against the law, he held his breath as a lower ranking clown came into his tent. Once Beelzebozo released the smoke, he motioned for the clown to speak. Most addressed Beelzebozo as B, Beelz, or Boss. This clown was obviously nervous. He recognized him as one of the new recruits who turned on his fellow survivors in order to survive. "B-b-boss, the group you sent us af-af-after got away. P-p-please don't kill me. We did manage to-to-to catch one of them." Beelz leaned forward when he was told that the survivors who were seen near his "Circus", as he called where his group had set up, had gotten away. He was more mad that the others of the group sent after them were too cowardly to come in with the new guy. Then he leaned back as the young man said they did capture one of the survivors. "Tell the cowards to come in and bring the prisoner." As he said that the two who had been eavesdropping came in with the prisoner. Beelz waited for the two to stop and set the prisoner down. He then raised his .40 caliber pistol at the two and started playing eenie meenie miney mo and pointed the gun at each one respectively. Before even reaching the end he shot the bigger of the men and spoke to the others and the prisoner. "You both were cowards, making him come in alone. If you had simply been a little more ballsy, bringing in the prisoner and telling me together, he wouldn't have died. You both don't deserve to die but if you kill my high one more time, I will erase your bloodline from this Circus"
Beelz then waved away the two clowns before addressing the young lady who was obviously scared. "Now as for you. I offer you a place in this Circus or a place in the prison until the day you die. It matters not which you choose. But you will tell me where your friends are going. If you think I won't get it out of you, you are wrong. Now which do you choose? Life in the Circus, where you will be safe and worry free, or the prison where your days will be long and your life will be shortened." He spoke and then waited for an answer. He would be patient but she would choose eventually. Once her sobbing stabbed she looked the Clown King in the face. "I'll be safe here?" She asked and Beelz nodded honestly. "Are you going to hurt my friends?" She continued with the questions trying to come to a decision. "Only if they stand against me. If they join, they will be safe until the day they cross me. Just like you saw. But if they are good, obedient, and loyal, then no harm will come to them by my hand." He answered honestly and then waited for her answer. "I'll join your Circus." She said as Beelz smiled at her for making the right choice. The smart choice. "Good. Now ladies. Go get her some makeup. We'll deal with the details after." He said and then the ladies lead the young lady to get makeup. He was left alone in his tent for a moment.
He then left the tent to walk around the Circus. It was what was left of a town that had been secured after the outbreak in 2012. There was nowhere there when they got to the town, but there were walls, solar panels, canned food, water, and an armory. The gate to the town was destroyed by an explosion at some point which might explain what happened to the original inhabitants. The solar panels meant electricity and hot water. For the most part the panels were all in good shape with the exception of a crack every so often. The tent that Beelz stayed in was actually just a large building with the extermination tarps over it. He walked through the Circus, heavy metal music played from somewhere within, and people were basically having fun and doing what they wanted. There were guards on the walls keeping an eye on the surrounding area, which had been cleared out so nothing could sneak up on them. Between cutting and a controlled fire, the surrounding area was clear for a while. The burnt stumps that dotted the area randomly gave the whole area an evil look. It didn't help that the walls had been painted with evil looking clown graffiti. Some might compare Beelz's group to that of the Insane Clown Posse's Juggalos from before the outbreak, but the Juggalos were just angry fat people wearing makeup. Beelz's group were actually deadly and fearsome. Most of the inhabitants were appreciative of the safety he gave them. He didn't force all to fight. Women got to choose. Elderly weren't forced to fight. Children weren't forced to fight. Men had to learn how to use a gun even if it was to just defend the Circus. The rules changed if there was ever an attack. Everyone who could use a gun must fight back. The only other rules were that a clown wasn't allowed to kill another clown. This rule meant that you were safe as long as you wore your makeup or mask. It was a dark and hard existence and Beelz enforced that fact.
He also was allowed to kill a clown because he was the leader and everyone was too afraid to face him. Except for one man who challenged Beelz for his throne. That man lost the knife fight. Instead of killing him though, Beelz carved the smile and eye markings of Beelz's mask into the man's face. Then he chained him up outside the walls without any clothes and nothing to defend himself from the infected except for his bare hands. The man lasted a while on just one meal a day before the infected got him and he turned. It was the longest running torture the Circus had seen. Since then not one soul though of challenging the man for his position.
Beelz walked the streets in his blue shirt with two pink buttons and holes, his dark purple pants tucked into his black combat boots. He would normally look odd to normal survivors, but to his clowns he looked normal. He was the dirtiest of the clowns, not caring to shower often. His hands were covered in white paint, with a finger with purple on it and another two with red. It wasn't hard to find and make the paints since no one after the outbreak scavenged it and a few of the hippy clowns knew how to make it from scratch. The same thing happened with hair dyes and that was how Beelz kept his dreadlocks green. After a while in the summer sun, he pulled his hair up and tied it with a strip of red cloth. He certainly had a mixture of color in everything. They would soon have to expand the Circus walls if more people came to live with them. It wouldn't be a problem because they had so many people already that they could expand the walls quickly without leaving themselves vulnerable.
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Post by Winters on Jan 7, 2015 21:41:37 GMT -5
"Im just saying. Sometimes its better just to break its neck. Wasnt about saving bullets back then, it was about being sanitary. Worked back then, and sure as hell works better now. Save the bullet, and the blood on your clothes." The father and son drove down the road in the truck, talking about hunting, both pre and post apocalypse, and how much as changed. But before the conversation could get any further, they spotted a man sitting in the middle of the road, and he didnt look like any infected. Stopped the truck, the pair got out, but the father hushed his son back inside, drawing his rifle. "Stay in the truck, ill deal with this. Ill bet its probably a trap." But just in case, he wanted to make sure.
With the rifle aimed at the guy, the man spoke in a loud, assertive tone of voice, stepping closer to them. "Stand up, turn around." The man had been crying with his head down, a revolver sitting next to him, and the body of a woman laying in a pool of blood. "My wife, she turned. I had to. Didnt want to. I did it so many times before, but not her." Between them being out in the open, and the state the man was in, this definitely didnt seem like a robbery at all. The son got out of the car, wanting to make sure his dad did the right thing. "Dont shoot, look. Nowhere for anybody to hide here, were on the highway, alone. Dad, come on."
In that moment, the man watched as the father lowered his rifle before grabbing for the revolver, and putting two rounds in his chest. The gun went off in the air, and the man stood up, putting another few rounds toward the guys son. But he was on the floor of the truck, and unpredictably, came out from around the other side, and fired four shots into him, gunning him down. The kid on the side of highway, looked at the dead couple, and then his dad, who had been bleeding out. He was right, and the son messed up. He tried to talk to his father, but he didnt respond, he was already dead. Now he was alone.
Looking back at the dead man who shot his father, the kid seen him laying dead, but then noticed the woman wasnt there. Before he could aim his gun around, the truck started up, and drove forward, knocking into the kid. Stepping out, Stacy held her knife, and watched the boy on the ground next to his father, legs broken. "You f***ed up, little man... But thanks for the truck." She drove the knife into his chest, peircing his heart, and then left him to turn with the others. She lost her road buddy, but on a good note, she didnt have to walk. That, and she got to kill somebody today. With a nice mood coming over her, she put on whatever CD was in the trucks stereo, and drove toward the nearest town she and her traveling buddy had been moving toward all day.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 7, 2015 23:48:31 GMT -5
Beelz sat in the center of the Circus, drinking a cold beer and watching some of the child clowns run around and play. One of the cooks was grilling up some meat. They didn't normally eat people because they didn't have freshly killed people who hadn't been tortured or bit. They were willing to do whatever it took to survive and eating people was part of that. They had a few farmers in the town who had found a farm far off from anything that the cows were undisturbed. Most of the time the Circus ate cow, which was nice. Soon enough a steak, corn, and a potato was placed in front of Beelz. The person bringing him the plate was the new girl that they inducted today. She had on makeup and now it was time to talk about her friends. "So where were you and your friends headed?" He asked bluntly. She looked at him sadly before telling him. "You promised you won't hurt them if they join you. I'll help convince them. We were heading to a town west of here a few days walking. We heard it was safe. We didn't know your Circus was along the way." She said to him as she ate her own food which wasn't as plentiful but still filling for someone who hadn't had a real meal in a while.
Suddenly the guards were reacting to something before calling out to Beelz. "Boss! We got a truck coming up the road!" One of the guards called out to let Beelz know what was happening. "One truck isn't a threat. Just keep your eye on it." Beelz said before heading up to the walls. Then he saw the truck himself. Despite being the leader of the Circus, he was still hands on in some things. One was the defense of the town. Trucks weren't an everyday thing these days but with less people, the gas wasn't too hard to find. As the truck got closer, he could see that only one person was inside. She could see that they were clowns by now and yet she kept coming. She knew what she was coming to and soon the truck slowed as it got nearer. Beelz lead a group of guards to the gate before addressing the new comer with weapons drawn. Beelz was at the front of the pack before they spread out to encircle the truck. When he made eye contact with the driver, he instantly knew she was a kindred spirit.
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Post by Winters on Jan 8, 2015 1:12:29 GMT -5
This was the place for sure. The clowns sort of gave it away. It really wasnt her thing, but Stacy didnt argue, they were the right people for her. She heard about them from nearby locals, mostly people that were scared. She wasnt entirely a complete psychopath, but knew that with the new world set in stone at this point, there was no law. No law meant she got to kill people without consequence, so long as she did it right. Getting up the gate, she made sure no drawn any guns. She left the other ones back on the road, not carying about them really. The only thing she had was her revolver, which only had one bullet left, and an empty LMG that took up most of her bag.
When the truck stopped, she got out, and see the leader, or so she assumed. Really bothered her, all the clowns, but it would really bother anyone new to the sight. Even the circus back before things went wrong didnt have this much clowns, but they werent all colorful and cheery. They were really messed up. Being the first to talk, Stacy spoke out before going for her bag. "If I had a deathwish, I wouldve came in guns blazing, easy, im going for a token of good faith. Here in my bag..."
Wasnt nessicarily a gift, but something to let them know what was up, and that she was friendly. Friendly being a matter of perspective, she was probably the least friendly woman in this part of the united states. When she pulled out a dried up leather mask, she placed it over her head, reveiling that it was made from human flesh. It hadnt been painted, but she new it was a good start. "So you gonna let me in now? Or just sit there and stare at my tits?"
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 8, 2015 9:59:39 GMT -5
Beelz smiled at her. It was odd and almost cartoonish how big his smile could get. He then took a bow before welcoming her. "Lower your guns." He ordered his men. When one hesitated because he was uneasy about the mask she had, Beelz shot him in the neck. The gurgling would be off putting for some but not to Beelz. "Welcome to the Circus, darling. It's not often we get someone so like minded to come to us. I wouldn't mind staring at your tits for a while longer. Perhaps we could arrange that later. For now let us get inside these walls." Beelz said as he put an arm around her shoulders, letting his hand cup her chest. He then turned to his men. "Take the truck to the others. Get his weapons and mask and leave him there. No mercy for that weakling." Then he walked through the gate as his men went to work. Beelz showed her toward the center of the Circus where the food was being made. He set her down with a plate of what he had before. Then he saw her revolver and motioned to see it. While she ate, because he was sure she was hungry, he examined the weapon.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of bullets. Her revolver was almost empty so he reloaded it. Once it was reloaded, he spun the cylinder and snapped it shut with the flick of his wrist. "Heavy gun for such a woman. You must not fear anything out there." He said before catching the looks of all the others they didn't get as much food as he did so it was odd and unfair to them that this new comer was getting such a big helping. When he pulled out his buck knife and stuck it into the table and scowled at the men who were going to protest, no one looked their way again. They knew that saying something would mean the same treatment that his enemy once got. They didn't want to suffer like that so they kept to themselves. "Now dear, the gun was a nice gift. But I must ask more of you. You must pull weight around the Circus. If you wish to fight, then we have a trip coming so you can prove yourself. If not you need to find a job here that you can do well. If you don't want either, I will send you out in your truck with another plate of food. It's only that we don't take on dead weight and you're not dead right?" For a clown, and a glorified bandit, he was very well spoken. He didn't drop then end off any words and sometimes opted to unconjugate words.
Beelz then realized he had been rude this entire time. "Well how could this have slipped my mind? My name is Beelzebozo. Most call me B, Boss, or, as I call myself, Beelz. I run this Circus and I make the rules. Now what might be your name?" He asked as he held her hand like they had shaken them, waiting for an answer. Once the leather masked girl answered, he placed a small kiss upon her hand. Once she was done eating and drinking, Beelz waited for her answers as to what job she was going to do for the Circus, he really hoped that she would join him for the up and coming round up. After that they were going to attack the town the girl had told them about. Soon they were going to have busy days.
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Post by Winters on Jan 8, 2015 19:02:19 GMT -5
Though off to a pretty good start, it almost didnt feel so promising when the man touched her. Stacy wasnt really into that sort of thing, but she knew what these guys were capable of for the most part, but it wasnt that she was scared. It was that she respected them, and they really just didnt know her. Thinking about it shortly, if it was anybody else, she wouldnt have been so accepting, but since it was him, it was okay. Though he would learn that it probably wasnt wise, eventually, and maybe treat her with more respect.
The whole card was played once again when Stacy was sat down and given a meal. It was awhile since she had eaten something good, homecooked even, if you could call it that here. The guy was decently mannered, which was almost surprising, but you couldnt have a leader that wasnt. There wouldnt be enough people to follow him, if not for fear and respect, she got that. What she didnt get was the lack of respect for women, more importantly, her. The others girls around seemed to dress like complete trash. Not like Stacy looked professional or anywhere halfway decent, but she didnt look like she was ready to suck anybody off, that was for sure.
Her gun was reloaded, and the comment about having a large gun was a little unnerving to her, but she just moved on. People judged, it who they were. They werent trying to rob her, or take advantage of her, so playing the sexist card right now wasnt going to get her anywhere. "You can call me whatever you like, really, im sure you have an imagnation. If this is what yall eating here though, just dont call me late for supper. But heres the thing, Beelz. If im staying here, im not playing some kitchen b*tch, or whatever, if thats what you had in mind. I served seven years with the United States Military, I know my way around a gun probably a lot better than most of the a**holes alive these days. A job? You can put me wherever im going to be putting up my body count, and with the absence of the living dead around the state, hopefully im clear when I mean the old fashioned living."
Its been eight years since the outbreak spread worldwide, and even longer since she had dealt with the infected, and even much, much longer since she started her body count. Killing the infected were just annoying, people were the real problem these days, but generally not for her. Stacy enjoyed it, maybe a little too much, but what she loved more was revenge. "I got kicked out from a group not too long ago. Tried to fit in, ya know, wasnt happening. They have sticks up their a**. I have no patience for that. Killed a few of them over some drama I wish I hadnt gotten myself involved in. Hell with that place. Not my circus, not my monkeys." The last bit had been a little ironic, and Stacy hoped Beelz didnt take offense to the prase, given she was surrounded my clowns and how he referred to the place as a circus. "...Still, id like to show them they need people like me to keep people like them alive. Couldnt do it myself. So I came to you guys."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 8, 2015 20:46:41 GMT -5
Beelz smiled more each time she said something new. He enjoyed her conversation skills and her lack of fear when looking at him. He could see into her eyes that she wasn't afraid of him and even disliked him. This made him like her even more. As she told him about what she wanted to do and the reason why she came looking for them. He even let out a small burst of laughter when she called the last place a circus. He saw the irony and humor in it. "Glad to hear it, Hellequin. I like a chick who's ready to lock and load and shoot a guy's d*ck off because he's too handsy. Which reminds me, I'll keep my hands to myself. Unless you want me to in the future. So get ready, we're going to round up a few people. I'll show you where the armory is." He said as he stood up and headed toward the armor. With a sharp whistle, he got everyone's attention and made a circle in the air which meant for the soldiers to get ready.
He took off his shirt and revealed a lot of tattoos covering his torso. From skimpy dressed clown women, to purple and green flames on one arm, asking why the chicken crossed the road, and HAs, he was pretty much covered under his shirt. Many weren't his choice, from a time before the Circus. He then pulled on an orange, sleeveless jumpsuit. It had a smile painted on the back and a big HA across the front. The jumpsuit was another piece of the slightly hidden past. He wrapped his hands in bloody hand wraps. He put his belt and thigh holster on over the jumpsuit. Once he was set, he grabbed a sawed off shotgun and put it into the holster. He then strapped a machete to the other side of the belt. After getting strapped, he slung a bulletproof vest with his clown face painted on the front, which all of them had, and a lot of HAs on the back. Once he readied up and his new companion was ready, he headed to the meeting place. He grabbed the new girl on his way there. She said she wanted to help convince her friends. He wasn't going to give them much of a chance, so if they didn't take the offer their friend gave, they were dead.
"Okay clowns, we got a lead on where those p*ssy people were running to thanks to her." He said to a bunch of armored up clowns as he pointed to the girl they had captured earlier. "Plan is we surround them. If they join us, they live. Simple as that." He ordered before they headed out. They were going on foot because they needed to follow tracks. The two guys who failed to capture them earlier brought them to where they lost the trail. After a few minutes, a set of tracks were picked up. As they got closer, the prints were fresher. Soon enough, they were near the two people who had left behind their friend and quickly encircled them. A lot of the clowns were ready to pull the trigger so they were itching for the reason to. Beelz stepped forward with their friend and his new friend. "Hello f*ckers, thought you could get away from me? Well you didn't. Here's your chance, join us." He said as he jerked their friend by her arm which probably hurt her but he didn't care. "Guy's, come to the Circus. It's safe there. There's food, hot water, and some power." She pleaded for her friends to join. One of the two men lowered his head and dropped his gun. He was going to join, but the other wasn't going to. "No, I'm not going with these freaks. Look at you! You're dressed like a freak!" He scolded his friend but Beelz had heard enough and jumped at the guy. Beelz wasn't going to let this man call his clowns freaks. He hit the man, hard, and it dropped him to the ground. Beelz was vicious and dug his index finger into the man's eye, hooked it, and out popped the eyeball. The clowns surrounding the two fighting started to cheer as their leader was aiming to destroy this man. He stood over the screaming man and hit him repeatedly.
Beelz was enjoying hitting the man, even laughing randomly. The man reached for his gun which had been knocked out of his hand as Beelz has hit him. Beelz kicked it farther away and hit the man again. With a kick to the ribs, the man groaned as he tried to breath. Beelz then pulled his knife and stuck it through the man's hand. He could hear the girl they had captured earlier and the man make noises as they were forced to watch Beelz beat their friend. He pulled the knife out and stuck it into the man's other hand. "So was it a good idea to call us freaks, f*ck wad? Wonder how long you'll live without an eye and both your hands." He taunted as he took out his machete and took off the man's hand he had stabbed first before taking the other. Once that was done, he took the knife and held the guy's face. Carving four lines around each eye and making his smile bigger, Beelz made his face paint into cuts on the guy's face. It was just like the guy who had challenged Beelz. "Stop his bleeding. We've got a new pet. We're going to have fun tonight." He ordered around before putting away his weapons. The sun would be set by the time they got back to town. Just in time to introduce their newest pet for the festivals.
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Post by Winters on Jan 9, 2015 1:44:24 GMT -5
While the name definitely wasnt wat she expected, Stacy really did think it had a ring to it, when she said it to herself in her her head a few times. Really, first names were almost pointless, nobody needed them, so why not make up your own. Or in this case, have one made up for you. It wasnt like she was earning her medals or anything, it was something that came to Beelzs mind, which was fine by her. The upfront respect that the man showed was good, they were off to a really good start, and when he opted to show her to the armory, things got much better. "Helli. Sounds good to me. Now lets see what you got." Being a woman who had a knack for guns in the first place, this was interesting to her, and the excitement could barely be contained.
The group they were going after wasnt really all that big, and they werent ones for violence. Some people just werent. In this year, if there were ever problems, people usually hired other people to handle the assault work for them. Stacy was this case, but her rebelion attitude is what got her kicked out, so they were defenseless to Helli now, and the new friends she had made. The entire scene had been shown spotlight on Beelz, which was fine, but Helli used the thirty thirty Marlin she grabbed from the armor to scan the area for anybody that might try to get bold.
A Marlin had been a well made civilian issue hunting rifle chambered for a pretty decent thirty thirty, and while its long distances had been outmatched by much more powerful military branded sniper rifles, in the hands of a well trailed soldier, Helli would be able to fire a controled burst of rounds into anything in her line of sight with a six times scope and built in laser function. The battery on it hadnt been replaced, but she was just fine without it. Anything that moved would be dead, immediately, given the scope had been properly alligned. Issue why she checked things over before hand, or used irons for rifles, but it wasnt too big of a deal so long as they didnt have too big of a firefight. She knew they wouldnt, not with the limited ammunition these people had.
"Should be four more, not including the kid and father I shot on the highway coming here." The announcement was made to Beelz and the others, but it was audible to anybody who was in earshot of them, in hiding. Helli did this for three reasons. One reason being to show Beelz that she was capable of killing even children if they crossed her, second that she had already started to pick off these people before hand and that she knew how many of them would be here, and the third reason that the callout might ruffle some jimmies, causing somebody to pop out and eat lead. She knew they werent leaving here until these people were either dead, or coming with them, against their will at this point.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 9, 2015 6:52:29 GMT -5
Beelz was surprised to hear that she knew more than his people. He turned to his men, his scouts among the soldiers and guards. "Interesting. Which one of you useless ass jockeys told me there were only three?!" He shouted into the crowd. One of the men raised his hand which meant he wasn't a coward, which, to Beelz, was worse than an idiot. "Good a spine. We'll you're on b*tch duty. Take care of stumpy there. And if he dies before tonight, you'll take his place." The threat meant more than he said. It meant that the man would take the same exact beating, lose his hands, and then participate in the festival. The man knew it too, so he wasn't about to let the man die if he could help it. Beelz was covered in blood which was just as terrifying as his makeup. He ran a hand through his hair before giving a silent order. With a wave of his hand his men went looking for tracks or the others. He would have to thank Helli later, but for now they were busy.
After a couple of minutes, a shout came back that they found tracks. It was amazing how those who could track were some of the only people left. They were because they knew how to hunt and hunting translated into fighting. The ones who found the tracks followed them running away. The rest of the group caught up with the trackers and chased down the four running away. Two more men, a woman, and a child. Beelz raised his gun before shouting out to the group. "We'll start shooting if you don't stop!" As he said it, one of the men turned and raised his gun after telling the others to keep running. Beelz took aim, not at the man because he knew someone else would shoot him, but at the child. One quick bang from his pistol was all it took to halt the runners. The child was thrown forward as if kicked in the back and the woman started screaming and fell to her knees. "I told you!" He shouted out before giving the order to kill them. It didn't have to be this way, they simply had to follow directions. Something he learned early on.
His past was darker than anyone could imagine, but none of them knew it. It didn't all fit together since an office worker wouldn't have the skills to survive in the apocalypse even by going dark. They wouldn't have the skills and going dark for a while was more dangerous because you fought people. Someone would ask, but so far everyone was afraid to. The fight in the circle of people, cheering him on, yelling for blood, brought him back to his memories which mellowed out his mood. He was back to action rather than fun. The child was just part of the game. If they didn't want to join him, they were essentially an enemy. They might come back with guns and try to destroy his Circus. That was how things had to be. That was how he was shown how to survive. It was also how he got in such shape, his tattoos, and his slight mental instability.
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Post by Winters on Jan 9, 2015 7:30:36 GMT -5
There wasnt as much satisfaction as if she had done this all herself, but doing it herself would have been a bad idea, because these people were pretty unpredictable, and at the time, she didnt have enough ammunition to take them all out even if she had a clear shot for each. Though she wouldnt have shot the baby, that was a little unnessicary, but given the situation, it wouldnt mater much. There was no way anybody back at the clowns camp would take of it, and since they were here to kill, leaving the baby to die wouldnt be any better. Thinking about it even more, putting a bullet in its head was probably doing it a favor, but till, it was a tough call. Helli wasnt that far down the rabbit hole yet, and hopefully wouldnt need to be.
She never got to fire her Marlin, which was a disappointment, but it felt good in her hands. If there was ever a time when she needed to choose one thing and take off, this would be it, only have more ammunition. She would carry it easily, since it was practically a short barreled rifle, taking up little to no space or weight on her back with the sling. The the other alternative she would have taken would be an EBR, something she used during her time in the military, and in Vegas as well. But she thought about her prized catch, an M60, classic light machine gun.
While they drove back, Helli had been the one driving, the one before her being the one in the back who kept their victim alive. She drove, and the boss had been sitting nect to her, relishing in the events. She wasnt really sure he enjoyed it completely not not, if it was just part of his lifestyle at this point. Helli did plenty of dirty deeds herself, and she enjoyed it, so Beelz was more than likely the same way, though she wasnt about to ask. Instead, she concerned herself with her arrival. "The truck I took her, my bag was in it. When we get back, am I going to find out one of your clowns had their sausage fingers all over my stuff? Not sure how you do things around here yet, but I dont have much to my name, so im not one for sharing. No offense..." Helli made clear, but felt a little out of place knowing she had been borrowing the rifle and ammunition herself. The things to her were just personal, they meant something, and she didnt want to part with them for any reason.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 9, 2015 17:02:33 GMT -5
Beelz sat in the truck, keeping himself quiet and calm. He didn't enjoy killing the child but beating the man nearly to death brought back memories. Both good and bad memories but he enjoyed the good memories more. He was once cheered on while fighting other people like him. Gladiator fights did happen after the outbreak, and Beelz was a celebrity of his own right. Now he was a king. The torture came first to his mind, how they forced him into everything, made him fight, and then locked him back up. It wasn't until he enjoyed the fights that he wasn't a victim anymore. He had to indulge in the darkness to become what he was, otherwise he was going to die in that Hell hole. He played with the trigger of his pistol as he dwelled on the memories. Then his train of thought was interrupted by Helli's talking and he refocused. He listened to her before answering. He wasn't sure what happened to her things, they were mostly put in the armory. He also understood that she didn't have much of her own and so taking those things wouldn't be fair.
"I don't know at this moment what happened to your things in the truck, but they belong to you so I will make sure they are returned to you. As for not having much of your own, what you took from the armory today is your's to keep." Beelz said as he saw what she had taken. It wasn't much but it was a nice gun. That and she had a new bulletproof vest and ammunition. He was feeling generous but then he decided to address her mask and lack of face paint. "So I may not be alright in my noggin but that thing can't smell too good. Especially as the days get hotter. If you are dead set of using that vile thing, you should clown it up. You'll fit in more. If you don't want to keep using that face, allow my lady clowns to give you the best clown face they can." He said while motioning with his hands at his head, her mask, and then her face. He knew that the men were thinking of advancing on her. If she wasn't wearing the mask or makeup, they pushed themselves on her, and she refused, they could kill her. This was his way of looking out for her and his own against some of the degenerates that mingled among the regulars who joined the clowns.
He may come off as a sadistic, demented clown, but he did care for those he was supposed to protect. Though, he can only protect them if they follow his rules. If they didn't follow his rules he couldn't avenge them. Though he hated anyone who tried to force themselves on another and would most likely hurt them for that action. He had a dark past with that action as well, and so that was why he'd act extremely harsh toward the culprit. That was one action he didn't allow when they were attacking somewhere. It was the most disgusting act to him and so he wouldn't stand for it. That was probably the most human thing about him. He went back to looking out the window as they drove. He needed to get back to his normal, crazy self. To show that nothing got to him, not even reenacting old actions. The area was lit up around the Circus. The center of everything was a bonfire which lit up the entire area. Beelz dragged their new pet, stumpy, on a leash into the town. Hooking him up to a post was where he was going to stay until he was pitted against their other pets.
For now he grabbed a beer for himself and Helli to get comfortable. After handing her the beer, he spoke to her. "Tomorrow we'll plan on killing those ass holes who banished you. Tonight we party." He then chugged his beer before throwing the empty can away and opening another. A lady clown handed him a cigarette and her lit joint. He smoked the joint a little bit before lighting the cigarette and heading into the party. There was loud music coming from a set of giant speakers. It was heavy metal in German. No new music was being made anymore but they cherished what they had. Drugs were grown by the more green thumbed clowns. They were passed around, Beelz getting some of the first tastes of it all. Cocaine and Marijuana were grown, but a few knew how to cook Crystal Meth. Before the outbreak, he would have never done anything but Marijuana but now his feelings on life are very different. Everything he was offered was also offered to his new friend.
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Post by Winters on Jan 9, 2015 21:40:21 GMT -5
Good knowing her stuff was safe, at least. But really, Helli was encredibly thankful for the gun, bullets, and armor she was given to keep. Something told her a sincere thank you wasnt nessicary, and that the way Beelz looked at her, it almost made them even just having her around. Maybe she just thought about it too hard, and she was being rude, it didnt matter. It is what it is, she would prove her worth, and her value. Helli had been tired of running now, it had been a long last few years. Moving is what she was good at, staying still for long she was bad at, but with the Circus, or so he called it, maybe this could be her new home. If not, a good start.
The thought of her mask came to mind, but Helli knew it wasnt as bad as it looked. She knew how to tan hides from her past hunting experience with her father, and tanning human flesh could be a similar process. Really, it wouldnt smell at all no matter how hot the day was. Definitely not remotely close to how the brutality they seen on a daily basis smelled. But the thought of painting it up was an idea, and if it was something they all followed, they she would respect the code. All her life, she followed codes. From the military, then ones of her own morals. Helli knew it was important. She looked at Beelz, and nodded, agreeing completely.
Not long after, they were back at camp, enjoying the night. With sights on their targets for tomorrow, Helli shared a beer with the new boss. It was just a name, but she didnt think of him to be a boss, at least not in her eyes. She respected him and his ways, but didnt fear him. You were suppose to fear the boss, it how it worked before the outbreak, and how it worked even moreso after it. But she just didnt, and it couldnt be helped. It didnt mean she would be any less loyal to him.
Removing her mask, Helli set it down, and drank the beer. This wouldve been the first time since he met her hours before that Beelz seen her real face. The mask was great, and maybe he caught onto its craftmanship, but she wanted her face done up too. Not as cartoony, but to create an image for herself. Just so she didnt seem rude exposing her face, Helli justified it to Beelz. "I appreciate the offer before, about trying to fit me in. You can do whatever you want with the mask, but I think id like my face done up. The mask is good for show, and for more obvious reasons, but it interferes with my aim. My focus, mostly. And speaking of focus... Dont suppose youd let me see how good your meth is, would you?" The question was rhetorical, and her face showed it. Helli was a little more than just a casual consumer of methamphetamine, and habbit forming as it was, her experience proved her to be an abuser, but in no way an addict. During the apocolypse, nobodies teeth and skin were the same anymore, a little meth wouldnt do any worse.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 10, 2015 18:32:57 GMT -5
Beelz happily handed over the drugs to allow her to use it in anyway she wanted. He preferred to snort his drugs. He messed with his hair again and groaned as it didn't stay where he wanted it to. He had fought with his hair in previous summers but he was close to cutting it off. The same woman who handed him the joint tore off a strand of her shirt and tied his hair back for him. She was the one who paid the most attention to him. Though he saw her as just another lady clown. By tying back his hair it showed off more of his skin that had been covered. A number was tattooed on one side of his neck and Beelzebozo was on the otherside. He also had his ears gauged and in the larger holes were plugs with Jolly Rogers on them but the skulls had his paint on them. They were fairly large, especially for the end of the world, but nowhere near the biggest most people had seen. That meant that they weren't any bigger than 3/4 inch size for those who knew about the jewelry. Once he finished another line of Cocaine, one of the clowns brought out a bag of tablets, mushrooms, and other impossible to find drugs. Beelz waved off the hallucination drugs. He never liked them and got away from the table now that he reached his high. That was the exact moment that the group of clowns who knew how to play rock instruments set themselves up and motioned for Beelz to join them. They always had him sing the first song. He had wrote it and it wasn't so much singing, as it was screaming and roaring.
To most the lyrics meant nothing and were just a fun, dark story. It described how he was left by a woman, she went with another man despite all the biters in the world, and how he got back at her by doing vicious acts to him. One verse talks about ripping his face from the corners of the unnamed man's mouth to make him smile as big as he did the day he took the woman away from Beelz. Another verse talked about pulling out his eyes so he couldn't look at her anymore. To most they were just words, but it seemed the one who knew him the least could see through him. He saw it each time he changed his personality around her. He felt that she might see him as less of the being he had actually become over the years. He was vicious because he had to be, but also because he wanted to be. He did the drugs for numbing and drank to forget. It never worked though. But that was why he didn't mess with the bag the clown had brought out. Once the song was finished he motioned to the clown standing near a house where he pulled out an biter by the collar of it's shirt. The biter was a clown who was an old man and missing all of his teeth.
When he motioned for Stumpy to be brought over. The man who had decided to join them, when his friend wouldn't, spoke up. "Stop messing with him. Just kill him already." Everyone went quiet because the man had gone against Beelz's order and spoke out against him. The man still hadn't had been fully inducted and so had no makeup on. Beelz could have shot him there but Beelz decided to call him forward. The man stood his ground as the large clown, but not the largest, walked toward him. "You want me to kill your friend? But he's one of us. Just like how you agreed to join us. He called you, me, everyone here freak. You thing he should get the mercy of death? F*ck that and f*ck you. I hope you like fighting. Set Gumby on Stumpy. It's about to be a battle royal!" Beelz said as he pulled the top half of his jumpsuit to the side. He removed his white tank top and showed off his tattoos. It was just for show because he knew someone wanted to see him with a shirt off. As he was getting started Gumby was charging at the leashed Stumpy. He was stuck to a post by a rope around his neck. He was like a dog tied to a tree. As a number of blunt objects were tossed onto the ground between him and the new guy, Beelz got rid of his guns, knife and machete. He was going to give this guy a beating.
The guy didn't move, he wasn't going to sink to Beelz's barbaric level. Then Beelz offered the incentive that came with a fight against Beelz. "You know if you don't fight, you can't take the Circus from me. You can make this place anything you want. All you gotta do is beat me. How hard could that be right? Grab the chain and hit me with it. Take that broken board and stick it in my guts. Come on you p*ssy before I lock you in a room with that big homo!" He threatened while pointing to an even bigger clown he smiled at the idea. The big guy really was gay and knew Beelz favored him as one of his best soldiers, so he didn't take the name as an insult but as a title. The guy knew that he'd have to fight one way or another and taking over for Beelz was better than not fighting him. The guy took up the chain and wrapped it around his hand and made a fist. He wanted to hurt Beelz. In the background nobody knew which fight to watch. Stumpy was pushing away Gumby but the elderly biter was persistent. Without teeth though, he couldn't break skin. The guy then charged at Beelz who was quicker than the guy expected. Dodging the chain fist, Beelz planted a knee in the man's guy. Mimicking a sympathetic crowd, Beelz cringed and let out a groan as the man pulled away trying catch his breath. "You wanna help your friends, come on!" Beelz taunted at the man trying to catch his breath.
The man came back at Beelz and tried to land another hit with the chain fist, but Beelz knocked it away, spun around, and planted an elbow at the back of the man's head. Letting out a karate shout, Beelz then planted his boot on the man's butt and pushed off, causing the man to stumble a few steps before falling to the ground. "You shouldn't have put the chain on because I know which hand you're about to hit with. Use your brain, sh*t stick." Beelz was all about the taunt at this point. The guy grabbed a different weapon, a lead pipe and marched toward Beelz. Beelz let out a fake yawn before the man reached him. The man swung the pipe hard and Beelz was forced to dodge it. While the man was off balance, Beelz made his move. Putting a foot behind the man's legs and twisting himself, he planted a hard elbow into the man's nose, followed it with a punch to the mouth and the man fell backward over Beelz's leg. His nose and lip were both bleeding now. Then Beelz was going to get torturous. He grabbed a pair of pliers from a clown in the crowd and grabbed the guy's tongue with it. With a sharp jab under his chin, Beelz made him bite his own tongue hard. It wasn't enough to make him bite it off, since that was a hard thing to do, but he started bleeding a lot. Beelz then threw the pliers to the side and taunted again. "Let's see you talk out against me again."
He then left the man on the ground and watched as Gumby was biting the side of Stumpy's neck. "Gumby's giving him a hickey!" He had his back turned on the man coughing up blood who was starting to stand up. Beelz turned to the man as he got back on his feet. Beelz planted a hard, forceful forehead to the bridge of the man's nose. The impact shattered his nose and made him fall back down. Blood was now pouring out of his nose and mouth. He couldn't smell anything but the blood and it was hard for him to breath with all of it. He got back up and swung the pipe once more. Beelz caught it before it connected with the clown. He twisted the man's arm, tripped him to the ground, knelt on either side of the man, and put the pipe under his chin. Holding both sides of the pipe, he forced the man to lift his head and look at Gumby gumming the man's friend. Gumby had crushed Stumpy's jugular and it caused the man to die. He was now trying to just eat the dead man. "I killed your friend. Happy? I know I am. HA! Well you fought me for no reason, it seems. If you had just kept your mouth shut. Now it's time for you to smile."
Beelz then hooked two fingers into each corner of the man's mouth. He pulled back forcefully, and the man yelled out in pain. Beelz was enjoying the screams but the man reached in front of him and grabbed the pipe Beelz had set down. As Beelz pulled at his face, he swung the pipe behind him, trying to knock Beelz off of him. The pipe knocked into Beelz's head but the man didn't have the strength or the angle to put any force behind the hit. Beelz put one more hard tug and got the results he was looking for. It was gruesome and the man screamed even louder in pain. Blood poured out of the man and turned the dirt into a crimson mud. Beelz then pushed his face down into it. The man tried to fight off Beelz but was unable to breath and soon stopped moving. Beelz then pushed off of the man's head to stand back up. Now back of his feet, Beelz turned away from the bodies and Gumby, who they would put back in his cage.
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Post by Winters on Jan 10, 2015 23:09:39 GMT -5
The entire fight had been on huge show. Helli enjoyd it, maybe a little too much, maybe just enough, she was starting to feel mind slip elsewhere. It wasnt from the drugs, this was purely attraction. But she felt herself lucid, and continued to watch. Back and forth, Beelz beat the man, using a lot of different fighting tactics at his obvious disposal. A lot of people that fought this good had boxed, or occasionally gotten into a bar fight, and by occasion, she thought every other night they were there. But Beelz had something else, time, and dedication. Along with those, he had the will, and he enjoyed what he did, much like she did. Sure, maybe it was a little over dramatic, and in all honesty, Helli was starting to get a little annoyed a the whole thing, but kept to herself and respected how things were. Not because it was in her nature to respect, it definitely wasnt. She had an attraction to violence, and the heart wants what the heart wants.
This was a man who really enjoyed what he did, and would more than likely get a good night sleep relishing in living out the fantasy people like himself could in a world like this. Or maybe she was wrong. Helli didnt think about it any harder than she did, only enjoy the entertainment, and just lay back on the ground against the metal fence that separated the place from the outside. "You should." The voice came from behind her, but as Helli turned to see who was there, nobody was. She knew whos voice it was, but he wasnt there. Sighing to herself lightly, she rest her head again. She never had any meth yet, was saving it for when wanted it. It wasnt her party favor, it helped her control herself, ironically enough.
"Come on, dont act like you dont wanna." Helli quickly stood up, turned to face whoever it was, but nobody was there yet again. She turned to face Beelz, who had just finished up. But as she turned, the voice whispered in a seductive tone. "Dont think about it..." At this point, Hellie slammed her arm into the fencing, knowing for sure she would catch whoever it was. But again, nobody was there, and worse, she realized Beelz had seen her. As he walked closer to her, Helli heard the voice again, this time it wasnt behind her, it was somewhere else. "...Just kill him." She knew the voice was in her head, but she kept the same angry expression, hoping that he wouldnt ask about her episode.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 10, 2015 23:41:18 GMT -5
Beelz cocked his head but didn't ask. In a town full of guys and girls who couldn't fit in elsewhere, had their own random impulses, or lacked control, it wasn't a place where you asked questions. If they did everyone would know Beelz's past. The myth behind the man would be no more. Smoke and mirrors was just as useful as guns and grenades. But he could read people better than most. It gave him an edge. He could tell what a person wanted when they talked to him. Most of the people wanted to have fun, do drugs, and have sex. Some liked to kill. Others just found comfort within the walls and didn't judge. Helli was something else. Like a few others within the walls. Like himself. He stared into her eyes. He saw her anger, her confusion, and even a hint of something else. The something else, he couldn't quite place but the first two almost seemed directed at him. Then a smile crossed his face. He knew that she had some sort of urge toward him. He could tell it was violent. He liked it. He wanted it. He wanted to see if she was all talk or actually had some sort of training.
"Hit me. Go on. I can see into your soul. HA! I know you want to. It'll be fun. I promise. Let the anger flow through you. You can't hurt me. Well maybe can't isn't the word. I can take a hit. Trust this face. Think it all came naturally? Come on! Hit me!" He said, getting louder at the end. He still had the cartoonish smile on his face. With his makeup it looked almost like the smile reached around to his eyes. Taking a closer look at his face, behind the makeup, one could see scars, his nose was crooked, and his one corner of his mouth wasn't quite right. The makeup helped hide it. Then he poked to see if a hunch he had was even more accurate. "Unless that's not the right emotion. Maybe you are thinking of something else more fun. Come on, let's hear it. You obviously want something. We all do. Except me, that is. I have no desires. I only have achievements, standards, and rules. The last parts a bit crazy since I just f*cking killed a man. I killed people earlier. F*ck normal rules. They don't apply to us. We protect our own. Even when our own are scumbags and psychos, present company included. Clowns don't kill clowns. Rape is f*cked up so that's not allowed at all. It's stupid and leaves you vulnerable for someone to find you and kill you for doing it. Way to die with your pants down. And no one wants to see most of these guys' asses. So what do you wanna do? Wanna fight? Wanna f*ck? Wanna do more drugs? Anything is better than sitting by the fence alone. Talking to voices that aren't there, or worse, yourself."
He rambled on. The last bit was hinting more to his own psyche. He hadn't a clue she had heard a voice just moments ago. He hoped she had wanted to either hit him, or better yet, get down in the mud with him. He had been with many of the lady clowns that pampered him during the day, but that was just to burn away time, satisfy urges, or have meaningless fun. With Hellequin, it was a bit different. They were kindred souls, which he didn't quite realize. He just thought she was better than the rest. She mingled better than most that joined the Circus. She belonged more than some of the people. The only ones who didn't belong at all were the child clowns but their mothers lived here so they lived here. They were always in bed by nightfall since it was the more dangerous time. That and to keep them away from the party. Nothing like a party pooper who pooped their diaper. Beelz didn't hate the children, hell some were his. He didn't involve himself in their lives and the mothers usually stayed away after birth. It was an odd world but it was good to be king. And king he was.
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