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Breadcrumbs on a napkin? Seriously?[/b][/color] Locke wasn’t fond of messes, but he didn’t see how horrible breadcrumbs on a napkin could be. The whole purpose of it is to keep yourself and your place clean. A napkin is meant to get bits of food on it. Did it really bother Elise to have any bit of mess around her? If that was the case, and it had to be if she got bothered by breadcrumbs on a napkin, then why did she even suggest the mud fight in the first place? It was just illogical. She might as well have suggested that they burn all their clothes. He decided not to call her out on how ridiculous it was that she had been so annoyed by something so tiny in the past when she was almost as covered in mud as he. Locke simply smiled at her politely and nodded his head.

It amazed him that he had managed to ask someone he barely knew if they wanted to hang out with him. Locke had left San Francisco because he wanted to escape the darkness that closed in on him at night. Perhaps now that he was away from it the part of him that was closed off was opening again. He wasn’t always so intimidated by his peers. True Locke never went up to a random stranger and said ‘Hi’ or anything like that, but he at least would go to a friend’s house now and then. For the first time it occurred to Locke that his friend here had the same name as his little brother. “This Chris goes here. You’d know who he is if you met him, but I think he’s even quieter than me.” She didn’t seem to have any issues with sharing a birthday with him. “Cool, uh….” he scratched his head and tried to figure out what girls would like to do. Elise was up for a movie, but his selection was rather limited. There had to be something else she’d like to do. “Is there anything you want to do or eat? I mean if we’re going to celebrate our birthdays you should do something that you like.” Reaching over Locke pulled out his pair of hightops. The shoes looked as if someone should have thrown them into the garbage long ago. What pattern there may have been on the soles had long ago worn away into a smooth bottom, and the laces looked as though they had gotten chewed on by a large dog. Locke loved them.

Take a deep breath,[/i] Locke reminded himself. Halloween is a night filled with possibilities That was part of why it was such a great holiday, especially when you're young and imagination hasn't been put away and replaced with logic. Of course the dry ice pouring out from the plastic cauldron, and the green faced witch weren't real, but it was fun to pretend that it was, and that you escaped having a curse placed on you. Locke had long ago stopped dreaming up wild stories, following the path of logic instead, but on a night like tonight he could pretend that he wasn't such an idiot. He'd managed a conversation before. This time he wasn't jet lagged (train lagged?) and more adjusted to the time zone he was in. It also helped that he was no longer cramped and stiff from a long ride. The warmer weather combined with the warmth of his coat put him in a better mood. Nine months was a long time. Hopefully, and for a change Locke was hopeful, they could act as if nothing had happened.

"Birthday present actually. Got to love crazy friends. But yeah, Saw. Great series not onlyfor the disturbing factor, but excellent writing, well developed characters and genius mechanics. Put of what makes them so great is trying to figure the tests out." He was able to relax now that they were talking about his favorite movie, especially since she liked them too. When he mentioned them to Twyla she had been slightly revolted, not getting that it wasn't the gore that made them great. It made him feel almost like he was wicked for liking the series. Then again maybe Twyla was just a big Princess Bride fan and didn't want to think about Westley being chained up, psychologically abused. "Last year I just got a green mylar balloon and tied it to my shirt tag."

He stepped out of the way of a clown that was as round as Violet Beauregarde after she chomped on the gum. One of the great things about this Terror-Fest was that there weren't people who cheaped out and wore their normal clothes and said that they were a dead person. Locke's sim costume wasn't far from that, but he hadn't been the one trick-or-treating and it helped his little siblings find him should they get separated. There were astonishing costumes, store bought, rented, and home-made. "I've been good. You?" he asked walking, hoping that she would keep moving. There was a well up ahead and he wanted to see if Samara would come crawling out of it.

Locke took a deep breath and closed his eyes as if it was him that was diving under and not Chris. The water muted the vibrations, made it hard to tell what was what, and some of the smaller pebbles were struggling to stay where they had landed. With his eyes open Locke was getting too much information to be able to pick out the rock's vibrations under the water. About the only thing that he could sense were the own stones he stood on. He had to stretch his mind farther then before. With his eyes closed and his focus underwater Locke tried to catch where Chris was.

Again the problem was that Chris wasn't making contact with anything solid at first. Locke felt the water pushing against his legs, trying to catch him off balance. He felt as if it was smoothing his edges. Maybe that was the reason why he couldn't sense things as well. Sound apparently traveled differently in water than in air. Sound was some sort of wave, Locke knew that much. Maybe those different waves were masking the rocks' waves? The Californian didn't put much thought behind that. It went into both more math and science then he could deal with and would only give him a headache.

This is so stupid. I'm turning into an icicle, Chris is getting covered in sludge, and Fluffy doesn't want to play. When he comes up I'm going to call it quits. No point in wasting our....[/i] There! It was very faint, and very hazy but Locke felt something. When he had lifted the rock himself earlier there had been that forgetting sensation, but it was the sudden forgetting. This was more like waking up slightly in the middle of the night and realizing that you kicked off your blankets. It was a gradual realization that something was missing. It had happened when Chris moved a particularly large rock, which was the only reason why Locke felt it. When Chris popped back up again Locke smiled and gave him a thumbs up. "That big one, I just barely felt it, but yeah. It sort of works."

It might look like a nightmare, but for Locke, Horror Movie Mayhem was a dream. He was never really one of those movie buff people that could answer trivia questions, spotted the goofs, and he couldn't do the whole five degrees off Bacon. If you were to ask him to name what was out in the theaters chances would be he'd only know of one, maybe two flicks. Yet if you played the first five seconds of a song the Californian could tell you which horror movie it was the soundtrack for, and if you said a character's name from them he'd be able to say what that character was in. At first he watched horror and psychological thrillers as a way to agitate Kendra. He had to argue and fight with her to watch things that his dad had no qualms with, simply because he did not meet the age recommendations for things. His own maturity level apparently didn't count for much. Still, the more Locke managed to watch horror and psychological thriller films, the more he grew to love them. Freud would have a field day with what that meant about him.

It was for Horror Movie Mayhem alone that Locke wanted to come to Terror-Fest. What horror movie fan wouldn't seize the chance to see Freddy, Jason, Dracula, and a werewolf all together without some pathetic plot that ultimately lessened the epicness of the characters? He didn't bother stopping in any other areas of Central Park. Zombies, mad scientists, devils, they all could belong here, and the chances of running into them were just as high here as in the rest of the park right? There were two reasons why he forked over the money to actually go to it rather then hear about it a day later. The first was that Locke actually enjoyed Halloween. It was a holiday in which, when you are young at least, you get sweets. Sure Easter had the chocolate bunnies and Christmas had presents, but if you ruled out the commercialness of the holidays, you were left with a celebration of a religion that Locke could not agree with. In fact there were only a handful of good holidays that Locke could support fully. Halloween, Thanksgiving, and the Fourth of July. You didn't have to lie and say you believed in a higher power to put on a costume and get enough Kit-Kat bars to make you blow chunks. The second reason why Locke had paid money was that there had been a time when he was a child in a hospital. He was fortunate enough not to have a terminal illness, but he had been in critical condition. Being in a hospital as a kid when there is something serious and dangerously wrong with you is painful enough, but no child should have to worry about how their parents will be able to get them better.

With the pig mask pulled down over his face and the black full length hooded jacket with red accents Locke almost looked as though he was one of the people working in this section. One of his birthday presents from back west had been a copy of Jigsaw's coat from his favorite film series and a pig mask. It wasn't the Billy the puppet costume that you saw everywhere, nor was it just a pig mask and the cheap coat that his apprentaces wore. Eaan had found someone who sewn together actual fabric into THE coat that Jigsaw wore when sneaking away from the police. Locke hated the store bought costume where the coat looked more like it belonged in a kinky magazine then a masterpiece psychological thriller. As far as the mask went... ok, that was just a store bought one, but it was still pretty wicked sweet.

Probably the best thing about the coat though was that it was keeping him warm, and with the mask on Locke found himself quite toasty for a change. He lurked his way through the crowd, just enjoying himself, and found himself watching a Sally get frightened by a scarecrow and then throw something at said scarecrow. There was something familiar about her, and it wasn't until Locke closed his eyes and felt out with his earth sense did he recognize it as Henrietta, who he had pretty much tried to avoid since she lead him to the Institute. He had been tired and cranky and afterwords too shy to try and apologize. Still it was nice to feel a friendly footstep in the crowd and he headed over, taking warning from the event he just witnessed and pulling his mask up. "Nice costume choice. The hair really sells it."

Stepping off of the Devil's Lost Playground one reached what could be considered the penultimate peril, only one of two attractions in the park bordered only on one side by the event. Dr. Moreau's Creature Zoo was a peninsula as well, but it had the Children's zoo attached, and was close to the entrance. Regardless of the distance from the beasts it was easy to feel like the prey, especially given that anyone who wandered into this sectioned off portion was indeed prey. There was movement, too quick to catch what had dashed through bushes and other greenery that had been brought in. Thanks to well hidden speakers you were surrounded by sustained atonal chords that built the tension of the air until you could feel it closing in on you and then, randomly, cut to complete silence. It was meant to keep you on edge just enough that when Jason came out from one of the well planned shadows with his chainsaw you'd jump and scream, but not enough to cause an embarrassing accident. The scenery blended effortlessly from the lush and dark vegetation needed for werewolves, to the bleak and post-apocalyptic zombieland. Pyramid Head walked alongside costumed park goers with his great knife dragging behind. You didn't have to be asleep to see Freddy Kruger. Everywhere you went you could encounter the monsters and killers of your favorite horror flicks and see the blond girl run in terror with high heeled shoes on, jocks with their jackets laying 'dead' on the sidelines, and every port-a-john had a fake hook hanging off the knob. The smell of gasoline filled the air, along with severed fingers (hot dogs), Leatherhead's jerky, and puss (popcorn). All the writers in Hollywood could not create a more perfect blend of horrors.

You could throw a baseball and try to knock over It clowns or burlap bag Thomas's to win your own Chucky or Tiffany doll, Kujo, or Pinhead pincushion. If the games did not interest you, there was a bat themed Hang Glider ride where you could dip and soar through the air like a creature of the night. The real main attraction of Horror Movie Mayhem was a haunted house maze that ran the gambit of horror films, from Nosferatu through Black Sheep and beyond. Slasher, psychological thriller, B rated. All genre of horror films melded together and were served with scarlet cherry slushies from a bed fountain of 'blood'.

It's cool Jorge, I'll start the thread

Wait does this mean that I could sign up for another one of those areas?