Too much realism (possibly sora/open)

[Zoe Tsukiko Graystone]

Zeke had agreed to help out with getting a haunted house deal set up, and it had been going surprisingly well. She was working on the back drop of an area with some animatronics near by, a couple skeletons, a zombie, and the grim reaper. As she looked at the scythe, she had to admit Rune did good work making the thing.. It looked so real. Though of course, this work meant she had the working arm of her own, in all honesty, not all that different then these animatronic creatures. It was kinda funny when she thought about it. She went about her job though she got lost in thought and wasn’t paying attention.

She knocked against something, that in turn hit the power for the animatronics where she was, which got her attention. She looked in time to see the reaper swing, and she moved just fast enough to not be hit, but the scythe caught her shirt and ripped it off, the cloth staying attached to the weapon. “That idiot did too good of a job!” she shouted, then trying to dodge a skeleton which grabbed at her, catching her pants, which as she dodged again were clipped by the scythe and allowed the skeleton to rip them off. She fell during the ripping, her hand becoming stuck in part of the scenery when the out of control reaper hit a rope that wrapped around her ankle, pulling her lower half into the air as a san bag fell.

Luckily in the process, it cut power to the crazed machines, but there was one problem. She was now stuck with her fake arm trapped in a piece of scenery pretty much upside down cause of the rope around her ankle. And to make matters worse, the one skeleton that hadn’t ripped her pants off had fallen and grabbed a hold of the sarashi she used in place of a bra, and had pulled the lower half, because of her orientation, down to expose a small portion of the bottom of her breasts, but had a death grip. The reapers scythe had gone into a upward swing, and she could feel the top part of the blade against her back side, the tip in the back of her panties threading to tear them too if she moved too much, her ripped shirt still on that damned blade. And the zombie, well, his hand had found its way into the front and well, she did not like feeling those fingers where they were. Especially because it had fallen to its knees right in front and was leaning against her, the arm having slid up as it fell, so well, one could imagine what it sort of could be taken as… sorta thankful this wasn’t a real thing. Though… her face that close to that area, real or not, was embarrassing as hell. She tried to free her arm… but no luck at it, so she had to do the very last thing he ever wanted to do, especially how she was right now. “Someone, please, I could use a little help!” she called out, knowing the first chance she got… she was going to punch Rune…. With the fake arm…. Because it’s “bones” were metal… well, in the hand at least. This day, officially sucked…but hopefully this would not be posted for all to see.

[nathaniel]

Nathaniel Greenwood sighed as he walked through campus. being a theater major, focusing on stage settings, directing, and basically everything besides acting, he was more than adequate for the job of setting up the haunted house. He wasn't a huge fan of them, honestly. they were usually foolish and extremely annoying, if anything. But KU seemed to be able to make it work, as to why he actually agreed to help out. His destination was at the center of campus, so he only had a few more minutes of walking before he got there. Not that bad.

The huge two story building becoming visible, the green haired boy smirked. Being in control and organizing the different props and elements, well, it was pleasing in the long run. The only thing that could possibly tick him off is another person being there when he was. Or, maybe it's more of whether that person disobeyed him or was someone with the "high-and-mighty" attitude like Nathaniel >.>. Anyone else, well, then Nathaniel would just do his best to pretend the other person wasn't there. Arriving at the doors and pushing them open, he hoped he would be the only one there. For now, at the very least, to start things off.

“Someone, please, I could use a little help!”

An annoyed scowl made its way onto his face. So much for being alone. If he had any luck whatsoever, it was just a student who happened to be wandering around, and not someone working on the Halloween event. If that was the case, then Nathaniel would happily just ignore the voice and continue on with his activities. If they were with the theater group, however, then he'd be forced to assist them, to a certain degree. It would just get annoying if said person started to pitch a fit because he ignored them.

Walking around towards where a lot of the props were, Nathaniel discovered his luck was very much, in fact, horrible. First, the person who called for help was indeed working on the haunted house. Second, the situation was not something he could just help a little bit. Standing there, a look of disbelief on his face due to how utterly unfortunate his luck was, he simply stared. The sight before him was... interesting. A girl, whose name he believed was Zoe or maybe it was Zeke, was hanging upside down by a rope. Putting it briefly, her clothes were... not in the best condition. And the inanimate props would be considered perverts if they weren't completely fake. "Well, at least I know why someone would tell for help. She's not getting down by herself anytime soon."

Walking towards her until he was about two feet away from her, he said,

"So,Zoe, I'm assuming you need some help?"

[Zoe Tsukiko Graystone]

Zoe heard footsteps that sounded like they were approaching her, and she kind of hoped they were Runes so she could hit him. But as she listened closer, they were too heavy and the stride was too long to be his. After all, even she found it hard to believe they were relatively close in age... actually, she was pretty sure he was older, despite being a grade below here. She managed to get her head twisted to see in the direction of who was coming as she heard the voice say her name and said they assumed she needed help. Why him, of all the people why this arrogant ass? she thought as she tried to control herself. Assumed? Really? He assumed that she needed help? what, like calling out wasn't a clear sign? Then when he stopped two feet from her, she wished she could at the very least grab his ankle and try to put him on the floor. He might have died of laughter but even Rune would have started helping her down by now.

"No Nathaniel, not at all, I just yell for someone to help while I have animatronics try to rape me for the sake of the realism and getting off." she said in a relatively flat tone, seeming serious to some degree, but there was no playfulness in the tone either. Then came the actual answer. "OF COURSE I NEED HELP NATHANIEL!!!!" she yelled, clearly annoyed with the situation. She wanted to add on any number of titles to that. Fool, moron, idiot, you get the picture. "Now could you please hurry up and get me down, this ain't exactly comfortable."

[nathaniel]

In his head, the third year debated. If he left her hanging, then he wouldn't have to worry about someone getting in his way while he started setting things up. Yet, Zoe might actually resort to screaming at him the whole time, which would be just plain annoying. So... he should probably help her. Although exactly how he would go about doing that was rather difficult. If he was supposed to get her out of her... compromising position, then that would simply be awkward at the very least. And those inanimate props, getting those away from her was guaranteed to be just strange. So, the situation did not look promising at all.

But, then she opened her mouth. First, while her tone was with utmost seriousness, her words didn't match. He wasn't stupid. He knew she needed help, and her speech didn't match actions at all. When she finally became serious, Nathaniel could feel a vein pop in his forehead. So she already started screaming and he hadn't even refused to help her yet? What was with that? But the screaming wasn't the worst. No, it was her next statement that really crossed the line. How dare she order him to get her down. He would have done so on a whim, but her words totally shattered that. A shadow coming over his eyes from his hat, a glare focused firmly on the hanging girl. If she was going to be like that, fine. She could scream all she wanted. It wasn't nearly as bad as ordering him of all people to help.

"Oh?'Hurry up and get you down from there'? I don't think so. If you have the audacity to even think to order me to do anything, and expect me to do so, you're sadly mistaken. You can have fun up there while I get done what I actually came here for."

Turning and going away from Zoe, he surveyed the area. There was quite a few things he had to get done. And with that, he started.

[Zoe Tsukiko Graystone]

Zeke's eyes grew wide as he said he thought not, and said about having the audacity to order him. Not with fear of being stuck up there, oh no. She had been annoyed at his delay, and the rather idiotic asking as to whether she needed help. But to take that as an order, and now refuse? She had heard he was arrogant and all, but this? Now those eyes were huge because of the rage she felt at the moment. "That wasn't an order you arrogant ass!!" she yelled as he walked off and started working. "I'll have my fun when I get down from here and take you down a few pegs!" she added, then struggling to get free once more.

In all her struggling though, she yanked what was left of her shoulder from the trapped prosthetic arm, causing her to give a small yell of pain, as well as causing her to drop enough that the reapers scythe stripped her bottoms as well, but at least the sarashi was pulled back down. Though, there was no getting it to release its grip, so she moved her hand behind her and undid it, quickly shifting it so she could slide out, which left her hanging there nude, but not for long. She managed to flip herself up, ignoring the abrasive robe and used her one arm to climb a couple extra inches, before swinging it, releasing, and getting a hold just below the scythes blade with her hand. She then threw her wait, managing to yank the reapers scythe away and was left dangling again. She then managed to get herself flipped upright again long enough to bring the scythe blade against the rope, stumbling slightly as she landed on her feet, but still had forward momentum from flipping herself up. She stood the scythe up against the background, and pressed a knee against it as she yanked the remains of her shirt off, managing to tie it around her lower half, and then going over and taking the reapers cloak, putting it on to properly cover herself the best she could, though it was an open cloak, and blew open with some movements. She then grabbed the Scythe and gave it a twirl in her hand, and looked over at the prosthetic. It had stopped working, so it was useless at the moment. She had only one thing on her mind at the moment.

Payback

"Nathaniel!" she shouted, heading off in his direction with the scythe on hand, the empty left sleeve blowing back and forth as she walked, her eyes narrowed as she scanned for the other student. Hitting Rune could wait for now, she had a more pressing matter to attend to now.