Halloween Party

The clock had just struck 8pm, and darkness was creeping up on the yard where all of his prisoners now laid sleeping unaware of the horror they would wake to in a little while. All around human cages were hanging by tree branches, holding the bodies of the deceased prisoners thus far.. and some that weren't fully dead just yet.
The cages were too small to move, and in Gaston's and Sinbad's case their bodies looked deformed by being pressed into such a tiny cage. The live bodies had had their tounges cut out, not to allow them to speak to anyone, and the cages were so small it would probably take the free prisoners a while to realize they weren't quite all that dead.
(The dying prisoners in cages include: Naveen Casiraghi, Kuzco Rodrigues, Esmeralda Levitt, Marina Marlo, Eva Petrova and James Hawkins, plus two empty cages)
Instructional notes for the prisoners lay inside some of the cages, inside envelopes marked with their names. They only had to take a closer look to see who was theirs. These notes included a task for them to do, that they were not to share with anyone. The note further explained that managing this task would mean an advantage in the next deadly game, that they were guaranteed to take place in.
(Tasks will be sent by PM to everyone, and you are not allowed to share what your task is with other people! Keep it a secret at least until the Halloween party is over! Here is a list of which cages holds which notes:

Aladdin Bashar - Marina Marlo's cage
Tulio DeLeón - Empty cage #2
Megara Jesabelle Rose - Flynn Rider's cage
Chel Vega - Tobias DeSoto's cage
Jane Porter - Eva Petrova's cage
Cillian Norewood - Gaston Alexander's cage
Kida LaReine - Empty cage #1
Mulan Xiang Fa - Sinbad Shazad's cage
Anastasia Summers - Esmeralda Levitt's cage
Dimitri Donahue - Kuzco Rodrigues' cage
Hattori Hanzö - James Hawkins' cage
Cale Pierce - Belle Bonacieux's cage
Moses Damiri - Naveen Casiraghi's cage
Odette Pierce - Belle Bonacieux's cage)

*NOTE: Odette and Cale's note is one single note in an envelope marked "PIERCE"*

Tulio's eyebrows knotted together as the stench of death filled his nose. Strange, there wasn't a burning stench either. That usually came with his nightmares. After a few minutes, blue eyes opened to an unexpected scene that struck horror in Tulio's heart. There were cages hanging by tree branches all around...with bodies inside of them! This definitely wasn't his nightmare. This seemed very real indeed. He quickly sat up, looking around quickly with wide eyes, quickly spotting Moses, Cillian, and Kida close by among the other prisoners sleeping. It was strange. Weren't there were supposed to be more prisoners. Unless... He glanced up at the cages, with bodies inside of them, with a dreaded feeling. Although there were two empty cages. Which just caused the dreaded feeling to rise higher.

The smell of decaying human bodies was nothing Moses wasn't used to, but it had been a while since the last time that particular scent had surrounded him. The familiarity might be a bit comforting, but usually corpses were no good. Especially corpses that weren't cleaned up properly. Unlike his ex-cellmate, the darker male didn't move when he awoke, not even fully opening his eyes - merely peering through his eyelashes. Whatever it was, hanging from the tree branches, judging from Tulio's reaction it was rather horrific. How fitting. Only when he was certain the arsonist wasn't looking at him (attention apparently absorbed by... cages?) Moses slowly sat up, stretching like a cat before following the other's gaze to the strange fruit the trees were bearing. His lips curled into the tiniest of smiles as he couldn't help but feel pleased that it wasn't him up there. "I didn't expect our reunion to take place with such a nice atmosphere to it," he commented, dark hues flicking back to Tulio. "Luck must be on our side.~" Already tired of the soft grass, he stood up and shook the stiffness from his limbs, careful not to hit any of his fellow prisoners. The last thing he wanted to do was make a bad impression.

Dimitri woke, the headache almost making him cry. Not from pain, but from the knowledge of the inevitable horror he'd face when he awoke. The headache indicated a change of location, and the cold air, the breeze, the grass under him and the stench in the air, this wasn't a normal cellmate swap. Every change of location that wasn't a cellmate swap... was bad.
At first he didn't want to look, or move, but once others around him did, he realized he could not avoid this for much longer. Bracing himself, he sat up and opened his eyes to the dark night around him. He had thought he was ready, that he was prepared, but he was nowhere close. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight he was now witnessing.
Realizing where the stench came from made him want to vomit, and he turned on his side and almost did. Tears stung in his eyes and his body felt numb. There really was no end to this hell was there? It was only getting worse...

Cillian awoke to the joy of smelling dead people. And people in cages. He raised his eyebrow. Getting up from the ground. Groaning. ''This is great..Just great...'' Shaking his head as he went through his hair. Looking up at the cages. He had seen some of the males at the wet t-shirt contest. And some of the females. As he looked around to the rest on the ground. Cillian saw Jane...Megara...And Chel. Were they all here? This was bad. Very bad. Cillian wanted to take Jane into his arms but was unsure what to do. If they were all here. There were people in cages. And dead people aswell. Something bad was going to happen. Something very bad. Cillian noticed his last cellmate had awoken already. And this other man. Arabic? Somewhere around that area. And than ofcourse the one who he had shared his last task with. The one who had to get himself shaved. Cillian hoped the guy would have gathered enough bravery for this task. Because otherwise he wouldn't survive.

The mumbles and the abnormal stench in the air was enough to cause Meg to wake from her misty world. She really was getting tired of being gassed and thrown into another location. Her eyes flickered open as she slowly sat up, but her body froze on her elbows once she saw what hung above her. Cages...with bodies. There's no way that many people could have died already...could they? Scanning the cages frantically, her hands flew up to cover her mouth when she saw the only body she knew. "Oh my god..." The words came out breathy and barely audible. This had to be some sick game. What the hell was this place?

Aladdin tossed and turned in his sleep, disturbed by the strange new smell that surrounded him. He kept his eyes closed as he started to wake up. The feeling of the ground under him made him question whether he was in his cell or not. He opened one eye to check. So he wasn’t in his cell anymore? He felt suddenly worried. What was happening? He opened both eyes and sat upright.

When he realised what he was looking at, he gasped immediately, and edged away from the trees slightly. Cages, cages filled with dead humans. At least, they all looked dead. It took a few seconds for Aladdin to calm down about what he was seeing. That must have been what the smell was; rotting human flesh. Aladdin stared at the dead bodies, eyes filled with confusion and worry.

Dimitri turned his head at the sound of Megara's voice, taking in the sight of her. Even through his tears he could recognize her anywhere. He knew that he, himself, had changed a lot. Gone thinner, older, drained. He knew his eyes were probably red from the lack of sleep and embarrasingly enough, the crying. But she... she looked perfect, the way she always did.
"Megara.." he said quietly, a little embarrased of how it sounded like a cry. He didn't know what to say to her, what to do, to make it better between them again. But he needed her now. He just couldn't take this anymore..

Meg's heart stopped at the sound of his voice..Dimitri's voice. Her eyes flew to him and tears sprang to her eyes. "Dimitri...thank god you're alive." Her voice was full of relief, although it was shaky and quiet. She couldn't contain herself. She ran to him, wrapping her arms around him, burying her face into his chest. It didn't matter if he didn't want her touching him. Her heart led her actions, not her mind. Tears started to stream from her eyes no matter how hard she tried to stop them. He was alive..that was all that mattered.

The sudden pressure to his chest threatened to have him throw up for real this time, and he gagged and spit to the ground, but he didn't care, and as her arms wrapped around him, he couldn't contain his tears anymore. He started sobbing quietly, no longer caring what other people thought of it. If they could not justify his crying in this place they were all mad.
He was almost thankful that his crying left him uncapable of speaking, for he didn't know what to say to her. This was all so messed up.. he didn't even dare look up to see if he knew any of the people in the cages. He didn't think he could bear that.

Tulio quickly glanced over at Moses, slightly irked by his small smile. "I guess it is...Although have you even noticed the two empty cages?" Tulio grimaced, motioning his head over to the cages. Something bad was going to happen, he could feel it. All he wanted was to be back in his damn cell with Kida. Dark, blue eyes watched as he saw a familiar man recalling him to be that Dimitri male from the black book Then as Megara and Cillian woke up. There was also a young confused Arabic man, he must've been new too. Dark chills ran down his body when he heard the sound of gagging and sobbing. Tulio turned his attention back to the direction of the sounds, to see Megara hugging the sickened man. He didn't blame him, this was all too sick.

Well, something stank to high heaven.

Chel opened her eyes and cringed at the sight that greeted her. The dead and dying in cages swinging slightly from the trees in the yard. Perfect. She was dismayed to see poor Kuzco among them. She'd liked him. He'd been nice. She felt her fists clench and flex, eager to pound Korso's face for the millionth time since she'd first came here. Bastard had a lot to answer for.

She noticed Dimitri and Megara having an intimate moment. A little irritating, but that was probably because she didn't want them giving Korso further reason to hurt either of them even more. Hadn't they learned that lesson?

Chel then caught sight of Mulan. She glanced back over at the cages. One of them had to be her friend. That wasn't good. What if she broke down again? And if she couldn't perform whatever task in store for her... She strode over towards the teen, determined to help her, just in case. She'd be damned if Korso killed the kid off right in front of her!

Sick it was, yet Moses didn't pay any mind to the tragic reunion. Neither the woman or the man interested him. This was no time for making new 'friends', seeing how all of his potential new acquaintances were rather grossed out. It seemed Moses had overestimated them a bit - you would think they were used to worse by now, yet their reactions were all surprisingly ordinary. Ah, of course. They were still human. "I noticed," he replied, suddenly growing serious like he understood his childlike attitude was out of place when mention such a disturbing subject. Rather, he couldn't have Tulio thinking he was enjoying himself a bit too much. Smells like home. "Do you think two of us are meant to join them?" A gesture was made at the filled cages as the male followed his former cell mate. Even now he continued to ignore the sobbing behind him. Emotions had never been his thing, really. This time he kept his face blank as he passed Tulio, seemingly appearing one of the small, empty cages with caution. Both of his eyebrows were raised with slight surprise when his gaze fell on an envelope. And not just any envelope.
Turning back to Tulio, he made sure to look puzzled with a tiny bit of concern etched into his facial features. "It would seem I have stumbled upon your mailbox." It was difficult not to let himself peer at the other cages in wonder of what other messages they held inside together with their battered human bodies.

The tears had already started it seemed. Megara was embracing the red haired male. Who did not seem so healthy.. Was he okay? Well who could blame them. The smell of dead people wasn't the nicest smell. And for some it could be sickening. Not to mention the view they got. He could feel a hint of loneliness creep inside him. Somehow..Cillian found himself just staring at the cages. Gaston was amongst them. Well atleast that was positive.. He walked up to the cage. His body seemed very disfigured. How long had he been dead? Cillian looked over his shoulder when he noticed someone else wake up. Still not Jane...it was Chel however. Who seemed in a hurry to go to the asian female. Should he wake up Jane? There had been camera's at the time Jane and him had been intimate. Cillian looked back at Gaston's cage. Raising his eyebrow as he saw a letter with his last name on it. Taking it out of the cage. And opening it in curiosity. As he moved to Jane. Slightly shaking her. She was still breathing. For who knew how long.

(OOC: I can edit if you don't want Cillian to find the letter yet.)

"I rather hope that we're not," Tulio grimaced, his gaze sweeping over the cages with the decaying, lifeless bodies inside of them. How in the world was this prison still up and running. Did the government really allow this kind of sickening torture in this prison?! He didn't think they'd sink that low. All day were doing,was justifying Tulio's logic that the law was no different than criminals at. Tulio watched as his former cell mate approached one of the empty cages with caution. Then slightly paled when Moses had stated that the envelope in the cage was for him. "Perhaps I just jinxed myself earlier..."Tulio frowned as he walked over to the empty cage, reaching in to pick up the envelope. He opened the letter and read it silently, his expression blank. Tulio placed the note back into the envelope before glancing over at Moses. "I'm guessing your envelope is among the body filled cages." Tulio noted, peeking over at the other empty cage. That envelope was for Kida. Then turned his gaze over at Cillian, who pulled a letter out of a non-empty cage before walking over to some female on the ground. He wondered if that was someone special to him.

[OOC: No worries, you guys can find your envelopes at any time you want ]

Dimitri was fading into numbness, his tears disappearing with the rest of his emotions. The only thing he felt was a deep emptyness and a gratitude towards Megara for holding him until he calmed down, though he didn't know why she had bothered.
He broke free and looked up at the cages, not wanting to see if he knew anyone, but he had to know or the uncertainty would gnaw at him forever. For a long time he saw no one he recognized, except from the folder in their cells.
He turned his head and caught site of a black-haired, skinny man. His whole body froze. He wanted to scream, to kick, to yell, to cry, but all he did was freeze. Not him, he deserved this least of everyone here. Tears sprung to his eyes, and he couldn't look away, but he couldn't sit there doing nothing.
"YOU BASTARD!!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, a discharge of pure emotion and energy that desperatly needed an outlet. "YOU BLOODY, FUCKING BASTARD!"

Moses merely watched silently as the other read his letter, not making any attempt to try and read with him over his shoulder. The situation was grave, after all. No one liked dying. Oh little rabbit... "But which one?" he mused, allowing his gaze to openly sweep over the cages. "I can't say I know anyone of those up there." Suppressing the urge to shrug nonchalantly and letting his confused façade remain intact, he began to wander, peering into every cage - utterly unaffected by the mangled bodies. The dead couldn't hurt him. The living could. Hopefully the little note waiting for him would contain a key to survival. If not... oh well. Halloween was supposed to be a joyful feast, no need to waste time on such grim thoughts. Though as much as he would have liked to dance around and celebrate like one should, his fellow prisoners didn't seem to be in a very festive mood. Such a shame. Such a bore.

His steps were light and quiet on the grass, curious eyes prying wherever they could, but it took a while before Moses finally found the envelope addressed to him. Before long he found himself smiling again, though it was hardly more than a twitch of the lips. Such a peculiar message. The small note itself was quickly rolled up and then popped into his mouth, the male chewing on it almost cheerfully as if it were a piece of gum. However the remaining contents of the envelope were tucked away before anyone could even lay an eye on them. Secrets were supposed to remain secrets. Last, he bent forward slightly, pressing a hand against the neck of the body inside the cage. No longer than a few fleeting seconds did it remain there before he pulled back, knowing all he needed to know - the guardian still had a pulse, albeit a weak one. It wasn't until then that he called out, "Found it!" and waved his now empty envelope in the air, turning his back on the cage. Good gracious, was someone freaking out already?

Jane was dreaming... nothing. Till somehow something started to shake and turned the emptiness from the dream into a nightmare. What seemed soft, white and friendly, turned into something bloody, dark and cruel. In her dream Jane tried to scream for help but there was no one, just her. She was alone.

Jane's eyes flutter and she opened them slowly. Again something changed. It was cold and she smelled... something. Something she was used to, but hadn't smelled for a long time. Carefully she sat up, recognizing Cillian next to her. He looked somehow worried.

"Hey.", she whispered to him and gave him a soft smile. Then her view flew arround, noticing the bodies in the cages, the smell of death and all of the other prisoners. They must be all of them, though Jane didn't knew some of them. She sighed.

"What is going to happen here?", she whispered to Cillian. Some of the prisoners seemed to be shocked, irritated and angry. But why?

Tulio gaze fell onto Moses once he found his envelope among one of the dead body filled cages. Tulio's eyebrows furrowed slightly when he noticed the male check...the dead person's neck. Strange. Wasn't the person dead? Why did the male check the body's pulse. He felt a horrid feeling, but ignored it quickly. He hoped that what he thought was very wrong. Tulio jerked in surprise once he heard someone yell out in anger. He quickly looked toward the direction of the voice, surprised to see that it was the sickened male from earlier. Well that was quite unexpected. He wondered what got the male so angry. Unless... Tulio followed the male's gaze to one certain cage, grimacing as the light bulb in his mind lit up. So that was why.

Meg stepped back as Dimitri returned to the world, not even flinching at his reaction to the bodies...a dark-haired man in particular. She bit her bottom lip but noticed that notes were being found in the cages. So this was a game...She walked away from Dimitri, heading to Flynn's cage. Hers had to be there. He was the only person that she knew well enough that was trapped in a cage, even though he was dead.
The note fumbled through her fingertips as she glanced back over to the man she had embraced not moments ago. He looked so sick...so broken. There was no way he would discover his note on his own, much less would he even contemplate approaching the cage containing the dark-haired man. She sighed, walking over to the other cage and picking up his note. It would save him some pain.
"Here...this is yours.." Her hands trembled slightly as she handed the note to him, hoping he would appreciate the gesture rather than refuse to take it. While she waited for him to take it, she used her other hand to read her own. This whole game was a mess...no wonder this place was hell.

Mulan slowly comes to she'd been sleeping a lot these past few days, but so had her cellmate. Mulan could see Chel looking over her body. Chel..? she thought groggily. "Ungh, my.." Mulan sits up, her Long hair covering most of her upper body.
And that's when she saw it.
The cage, and she looked directly at it. At him, at Sinbad. Mulan stands slowly, backing away until she bumps into a wall. "No, no, no-" Mulan pushes her hair back, unsure of what to do. She can see the blood still on his own jumpsuit, it was identical to hers. Mulan's eyes fill with tears and she sinks to the ground as she starts to cry, her eyes never leaving Sinbad. Her vision blurs but she can still see him, so clearly. It felt like he'd just died all over again. She stifles a cry of anger, but it was still pretty loud, loud enough for everyone to hear. It was sharp and Mulan found herself unable to breathe. She felt she was going to throw up looking at Sinbad again.

Cillian couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh when Jane opened her eyes. Giving her a gentle smile. Before shaking his head to her question. "I am not sure. I just found this enveloppe with my name on it in a cage..I think you have one too. Somewhere In a cage." He answered. As he looked up at the cages. He could hear someone yelling. And a scream. Frowning ever so slightly. That was what this was for right? To hurt people. Cillian was in good luck this time that he did not have any loved one in the cages. Well there was still a posibility....there were two empty cages.

He wouldn't know if he could keep his cool when Jane, Meg or chel would be in there.. Though Megara was in protection of the other man..as long as he tried to keep his cool...turning his attention to Jane. He helped her up from the ground. If Jane would die...he would probably be as much of a wreck as the others were.

Jane took Cillian's hand when he helped her up and looked further at the cages. There was the woman in it, whom had been her first cellmate. Jane bit her lower lip and walked towards her. The woman had been already broken, when she came to Darkstone. Jane peeked into the cage, but the envelope had a different name on it. She sighed. But who could be the cage belonging to her?

Slowly she walked further, ignoring the other prisoners. She looked at the guy, beeing her last cellmate. Somehow, it didn't surprise her him being there. But by the scream of this other man, she could believe they had been friends in here. Jane sighed. She didn't thought the envelope was hers either so turned around.

Then stopped at Marina's cage. Why was this woman in the cage? Jane frowned. She didn't liked her much at all, but still. Jane bit her lower lip. She walked towards the cage, looking at the woman, who was going to die and felt nothing but emptiness. Jane flicked her tongue in an angry sound and turned away. No, she didn't want to be bothered by this woman anymore.

But where the hell was her envelope? Slowly she lost her curiousity for the game. Eventhough the things Cillian told her about the last games should worry her. But Jane wasn't a toy to throw around., like others wanted her to do. Jane sat down on the grass and waited. Sooner or later everyone would find their envelope and in the last cage would be hers. Why should she search for it more than she wanted?

Cillian watched her search for her enveloppe. He moved to her when she sat down by a tree. Crouching down at her level. ''Have you been alright?'' He asked her. Looking into her eyes. He had been worried about her. And he had missed her. Even if he did not want to admit. Looking at his enveloppe.

Opening it out of her sight. As he read it. Surprised by his task. He put the note back into the enveloppe.

Jane looked at Cillian and smiled softly. "I'm alright. I felt lonely the last cell swaps but I'm fine. I saw Miss Sinclair again.", Jane shrugged. What happened between both of them shouldn't worry him and had only a matter between the female guard and Jane.

Jane leaned her head against his body. "I missed you...", she closed her eyes and sighed.