Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Sept 28, 2009 0:59:18 GMT -5
Okay. Sure. A few angry hisses from the crowd, and a clearly-visible Elekid behind a rather annoyed, female Charizard - lovely scales, by the way; whomever is its Trainer takes well good care of them. But enough breeder advice; the show must go on... Or rather, get started. Before the hissing turned into bona-fide heckling, a hand had shot towards the audience - surprisingly, almost everyone had shut themselves up before it even began. Powerful charisma, Marcus had. Before long, a wide smirk appeared underneath the fedora. Sliding his hand to the hat's brim, he had ran his fingers along the "edge" of the hat, snapping his fingers in a quick-paced motion.
"...Showtime."
At once, the sharp-dressed man initiated a sort of starting pose, as he shot his arm upward as the dramatic and powerful fanfare blared out, the lights on-stage going absolutely crazy; flaring up and down. As soon as the synthesizer began to play its dramatic, funky beat, the human began to - what else - dance to it. But this "dancing" was more or less movements to get himself suited to the beat of the song, as he had taken up an invisible microphone, though well-aware there was one fixated to his right ear, "throwing" it aside as he had cocked his head from left to right; all to the two-note organ shot that played. At once, he had no choice but to let 'er rip:
Before long, the notes he was now singing were crystal clear and bright as day; which made you wonder whether or not he was actually more or less made to sing, than train Pokémon. Marcus, however, figured that it was all those years of singing in the shower that payed off, as he continued; performing dance techniques that would have the late King of Pop dancing alongside him. Even as he feigned terror, to emphasize the dramatic portions of the first verse, he had darted to the left of the stage to "escape", only to be, as the lyrics went, paralyzed with fear as the rather gruesome and "blood-soaked" image of a demonic-looking Nidoking rose up from the opposite end of the stage, pulling off the role he was given - which was to force the human back to the other side - well. Sweatdropping mentally, Marcus wondered if these actors were a bit too experienced as of late... But oh well; the show must go on. Darting back to center stage, he had performed a sleek and powerful slide that got the crowd instantly on its feet, the fanfare of the music with the combination of the synthesizer giving the main beats allowing the human's inner instinct to kick in, sliding on his knees to the center of the stage as he had pulled himself back up into a powerful spin, doing more leg movements and pop-and-lock skills to further coincide with the beat of the main chorus.
God, he was on a roll! The last lyric, with its half-second intermissions and a sharp blast of trumpet allowed him to jerk his head left, then right, then finally raise to his very tip-toes in a powerful motion, spreading his arms wide as he had perfectly produced that final pitch up on high, drawing cheers and applause from the crowd outside the stage as the lights flickered and danced around. Though gay, several younger women, around age sixteen perhaps [God knows what they were doing here, of all places] felt slightly flustered and crooning at the male's striking good looks, or what they could make out from the bottom half of his face, which gave off that pearly-white smile that never seemed to get dirty.
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Vee, on the other hand, was astonished at how absolutely powerful this man's dancing was, eyes widened as his tail's flame, as if astonished as well, dimmed a bit. Sasuke himself couldn't believe the sheer force of willpower pouring into the strange device that amplified his voice, the swift and flawless movements of the dancing he had never seen before. Such powerful confidence - something that was only reflected inside of his Master.
The Abra, on the other hand, was all alone in the background, still near the darkened ballpit, as he sat there, watching the lit-up stage and Marcus's wild and cheerful antics capture the scene in a shower of praise and cheer. For some reason, he could tell that the male in the rather tacky suit was the one whom had saved his life, being a Psychic-Type and all. Perhaps... Perhaps this was his way of easing his stress? Or maybe he just wanted to show off, is all... In any case, the music was rather well-done, and it was seriously addicting, like an ear-worm that writhed and wriggled inside of your skull and wouldn't leave until you listened to the song again and again and again. The Abra was intrigued at how humans used their spare time to create such fantastic sounds that pleased the tympanic membranes like that. He was pleased.
Slight, sideways, headbobbing would ensue.
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This time, he had run up and off the stage, getting a bit closer towards the audience while keeping his voice down - so as to not disturb any younger children. Thankfully, the human didn't see anyone younger than the age of five, so it wasn't like they were any less hyper than before. Straightening his pose as he thrust his right hand outward, the loud SLAM of a door could be heard blaring across the speakers over the song, before he had rushed through the crowd, pretending to run away from some, unknown evil. Before long, he had suddenly, and unbeknowingly to Sasuke, stumbled behind his figure as he alluringly sang the next line of the second verse, slowly creeping his hand up behind him as he had slightly jerked at the little raccoon-dog's back, causing a high-pitched yelp to rise up from the Riolu's muzzle as he practically flew up from his seat, before Marcus darted off back towards the stage, letting off a half-a-second chuckle through the microphone. Though flustered [and forced to deal with raised fur], Sasuke had laughed it off along with the rest of the audience's guffaws, knowing that the actor in question was more or less just trying to have fun with the audience - most actors usually did.
Except for killer clowns. And that guy in the Rattata costume.
Singing the third line, he snuck up from behind a younger kid about eight years old, putting his hands over his eyes as the young boy laughed and smiled along the way; the music obviously affecting the way this entire show was going. Hell, it was too catchy to not play along. Before long, the human had taken a deep breath as he had rushed up towards the stage in a powerful sprint, suddenly raising one leg, then the other, in a wide and awesome leap of faith, seemingly gliding through the air - no strings attached - towards the stage as the "ooaaahs" and "aaaahhhhs" of the crowd roared out as Marcus struck the final line of the second verse, effortlessly landing on the heels of his slick, black shoes; spinning round and round like a tornado before ceasing the top-like movements, thrusting his arms out again in powerful fashion; getting the lights to revolve and rotate around him as the chorus popped up once again.
Executing another set of snappy, pop-and-lock technqiues to the beat of the song while making it seem more fluid and dance-like, Marcus let out an absolutely perfect, high-pitched vocal between the third line of the chorus, letting loose another roar of cheers, whistles, and Pokémon cries of praise for the human whom, like the announcer had said, was taking the place by storm. Though he was the only one on stage, nonetheless; he couldn't help but let off the smirk - it was only round one, ladies and gentlemen... The show would get better.
The middle of the song had finally come, in where Marcus had to snap his fingers towards the sky as if on cue, causing a flurry of a multitude of Ghost-Type Pokémon to appear from the ground and the sky and fly around the area as if he had summoned them by sheer force of will. Sweatdropping mentally again, the psychic couldn't help but think to himself that they were still trained Pokémon, and they wouldn't possess him by any means necessary. Ghastly, Shuppets, Banettes, Duskulls, and a trio of Gengar popped out of the ground as well, causing "havoc" and "mayhem" for the people around, drawing pleased and happy screams from the children, some slightly terrified, as they all zipped, zoomed, and passed every single customer they could set their sights on - so that they would ensure they were really getting their money's worth. Vee, scared out of his wits, had unconsciously grasped on to the leg of Sasuke's chair, forcing the calm and collected Riolu to jerk to the left as he wondered just why he was acting like such a child. He had no room to talk - he had just let loose a girlish yelp. Going red in the cheeks a bit, Sasuke only slumped as he allowed the golden Charmander to skittishly clutch onto the leg of the chair, as a means of comfort.
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During their little "scare fest" the allegedly-disturbed troupe of Ghost-Types flew around, doing their best to get as many startled and pleased screams from the audience below them; the Duskulls using their only pupils to revolve them around in circles within their seemingly-hollow eye sockets, the Shuppets and Banettes using their constant antics of sticking their tongues out and pulling harmless pranks on the audience, such as using moves like Double Team to multiply their figures. It was the three Gengars that grabbed the most scares, as they used their abilities to hide within the shadows to surprise their targets. One of them had seen the seemingly-angry Wannabe, frustratingly sitting behind a rather irked, female Charizard. Why wasn't he having any fun? The Ghost-Type apparently concluded that if he wasn't going to have any fun and laugh once in a while, then it's best to really scare him fuckin' shitless.
At once, the Ghost Pokémon slipped deep into the ground below, swimming through the ground like a Carvahna in a freshwater river until it got within close proximity of Wannabe's shadow, literally melting inside of it and assuming the guise of the Elekid's very shadow. Its impish eyes flung themselves open, staring evilly behind the Elekid's back, using its eerie, supernatural powers to send a cold chill down the angry Pokémon's back, hoping to get its attention. After this little display of its control over the otherworldly powers, it would use Scary Face; a technique specifically built for events and holidays like this one. And this Scary Face would be its most frightening one the Gengar could have pulled off in quite some time; almost as if its crazy, psychotic eyes were going to stare deep into its soul...
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Meanwhile, some of the Ghastly who were having fun had thrown themselves at the couple of Dalton and Lila, simply zipping past their locations while throwing a few Scary Faces themselves, one of the translucent Pokémon sticking its long, nasty tongue out at the baby-faced human, hoping to draw a scare from him; or at least a startled expression. He hadn't had much luck during these Halloween performances - so hopefully, he could get a scream or two. That'd make today's performance worthwhile.
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At once, after that final, high-pitched vocal; he stomped his foot onto the ground, the lights dimming for that one, specific second, before every single last Ghost had vanished into thin air! Another set of whoops and hollers, as the human on stage was starting to feel the burn, knowing the best part was coming up. The third, and final verse, was coming up; and he was having such a great time, too! Hey, seeing the happy and shocked faces on adults, kids, and Pokémon alike made him well-thankful that the robust manager of this place even allowed him to perform here. It was almost time to wrap it up, as he had finally made his way towards the crowd once again; this time, targeting female members of the audience, keeping a smooth and sexy look of comfort towards his expression.
Performing a few simple moves with his upper body, he had done a few pop-and-lock movements that showed him "manually" moving his head and torso from one side to the other, before slowly closing in on a younger female, snapping a pointer finger towards behind her as the soundclip of a woman screaming in the distance distracted her long enough for Marcus to "escape" to another location - where he had wrapped his fingers onto another young female's shoulders to the first half of the second line of the third verse [Try saying that three times fast], before spinning towards the front of her as she glanced behind her to see who it was, to discover Marcus making the "call me" gesture with a devilishly smooth smile and nod. As he dashed up onto the stage, he had heard a high-pitched squeal of delight from the girl he had just caused to swoon, shaking his head as he casually did a "pimp-stride" up the steps with a smirk - the things he'd do for the smiles on peoples' faces. Singing the final three lines of the song, he was ready to wrap up with an extra-powerful chorus when -
The music stopped! Same with the lights, the cheering - everything!
Though this was really part of the act, Marcus feigned confusion as he had dumbly looked around the stage and the audience, hearing the confused mutterings and the bewilderment that now took the crowd by storm. Vee, too, had suddenly worked up the courage to go into a sort of "detective" phase, curious as to wonder just what happened to the kickass music. Even Sasuke, was wondering the same thing, before a startled gasp erupted from his lips as he used his paws to cover up the gasp, his eyes widening in shock. Vee stared into the direction Sasuke seemed to be afraid of, only to gasp and point in shock as well. Sure enough, the images of well over thirty humans coming from both sides of the stage, fifteen on each side, shambling about and dragging their feet as if they were asleep and in tattered clothing, along with rather gory and realistic-looking makeup jobs that signalled they played the part of zombies, started to slowly encroach on Marcus's fun-time. Falsely putting on a sort of "I'll protect you" face, he had taken a slick martial arts stance, reminiscent to the Northern Shao-Lin style, as he was prepared to kick the asses of... These ghouls...
A few screams from kids as they all started to cheer Marcus on, not out of love and joy, but out of fear and shock for his "safety". Of course, those in makeup and tattered clothes feigning to be the living dead were the actors the human in the slick suit rehearsed with, he had to make sure none of them got hurt. At once, he had pulled a few swift, powerful, and well-timed kicks, punches, leg-thrusts, and backhands - intentionally missing the "targets", but making it look as painful as possible - sound effects included to ensure the audience was being humored with a fight-scene, out of defense. Before long, Marcus was suddenly taken by surprise as he was apprehended from behind in a full headlock from one of the "zombies" as a rather scary fluctuation of notes began to slowly echo through the speakers, the human struggling to get free as Vee and Sasuke watched in horror as their dancing hero get slowly being surrounded by walking corpses, ready to burst into action if it got out of hand.
Before long, the human was on his knees after a loud "THUD" was heard, his head bowed low and his hair now free of its ponytail, hanging limp and useless in front of his face like his arms and his slumped back as the undead "humans" completely concealed his figure, as if slowly turning him into one of them. The zombies seemed to go out of place, lining up in a specific row assigned to them as the human suddenly began to rise from his knees, without any means of using his hands or any wires whatsoever, - an hour had passed as his psychic energies went kaputz, this was the perfect time to use them - until he was back on his feet, head still bowed as the music in the background intensified louder, and louder, and louder... Until the dramatic music stab, where he would jerk his head upward, making the most sinister and downright evil-looking glare he could; getting a few screams of fright from the audience before--
The synth kicked in once more, the lights flickering on-stage towards the group of "zombies" that now faced the audience as the iconic jerking of their heads into their shoulders, which also jerked upward, kicked in. Even older people knew what this motion meant, as the infamous "Zombie Dance" was now being started by the group of living dead, every, single motion of their rehearsal being poured into the dance itself as the crowd now went uncontrollably wild with adoration for this particular segment, some of the Pokémon and kids in the back of the seating arrangements mimicking the dancer/singer's movements on-stage as he had even done the famous marching left, hands raised like claws, then swiveling his body in a right-left-right motion, then repeating the process. Vee watched in total, dumbstruck amazement; Sasuke included. This was too much. How was this foreign actor taking in so much powerful emotions like these in such a short time? Was there no end to his dancing? Time to send 'er home, Marcus!
Yikes! It was heating up as the dance itself blew out of proportions, Marcus taking the absolute lead as he had used his powerful performance to make the most of his zombie back-up dancers, the final line of the chorus being made so that each, single note would stab upward on the vocal scale, Marcus using hand movements to guide the zombie-squad either left, right, both ways, and then finally dropped them to the ground with naught but a point of the finger before bending over and sweeping the backs of his hands upward to cause them to all rise up from their positions in the exact same movements, the slickly black-suited boy standing in a shounen hero-like pose as one hand was now extended up in the air as they stride themselves to the beat of the song, before the dancing kicked in once again, the chorus being sang once again.
That was it. The song was over, but the dancing didn't cease. Or, at least, the act. Marcus now stood there, amidst a cheering crowd that now showered him with affections and, hopefully roses. Though no dowry was to be offered yet, the show was still continuing, as he had snapped his fingers while standing in a relaxed pose, two zombies from the left hand of the stage grasping what looked like a long and elaborate, black shawl of cloth that trailed to the very ground. Thrusting his arms outward, with his head bowed again and his back now hunched over, he allowed the zombie minions to drape the cloak of ominous foreshadowing over his body as he raised up once again, snapping his fingers as the strobe lights now flickered maniacally, drawing more "screams" and cheers from the kids. You'd think their voices would go hoarse by now. Reaching into his "cape", Marcus gave off a devilish sneer as the fog machines on all sides of the stage activated, pouring out thick, black-colored smoke to rise up and creep along the floor of the stage as the zombies continued to dance away, the human - suddenly - disappearing into thin air as the strobe lights flickered on and off.
The very voice of Marcus rang out in the speakers, now an ominous, darker and more sinister tone as the sound of a single, organ tune rang out over the synthesizers that blare out, the lights flickering in the two-beat notes that would go against the "African-style" clicking noises, revealing Marcus's cloaked location at certain points before vanishing again. Man, either this guy was a ghost himself, he ran very fast, or he simply knew what he was doing. But either way, as he radiated that evil voice, he had slowly, slowly, slowly gripped the plastic handle of the spring-loaded "knife", ushering a threat towards those who weren't having a good time by threatening to unleash a rather terrifying set of dogs on them. As if on cue, the doom-giving growls of Houndours, Houndooms, and the scarred Mightyena could be heard echoing from, literally, all sides of the area, slowly padding themselves around and doing their best to look as terrifying and sinister as possible, their eyes slit like mad beasts of Hell, drool trailing from their muzzles with bared, white fangs, eyeing any potential "victims".
Marcus, however, had eyed his "prize", even after sweeping Wannabe himself with a concealed look of absolute, bound-determination to murder the living hell out of him; he had already chosen his target. Vee. Yes; the golden Charmander he raised for five years was the very subject of his "killing spree", and he would usher the call by revealing the shiny, metallic-like knife's blade from his cloak, making sure to travel as fast as he could as the strobe lights worked their patterns enough for him to exploit. Vee knew this; as he kept his eye on the singer-now-turned-killer, paralyzed with utmost fear as he backed away from the seat he kept solace at, yelping after suddenly running into the scarred Mightyena whom, as if sadistic, forced him towards the "killer". Green eyes were now flickering with fear and horror, the tiny flame on his tail just about near-run out in fear; but still strong enough to keep his life-force sustained as the sinisterly tall, cloaked, and armed human approached, the strobe lights and the vocals in the background going off in full blast as the organs intensified to emphasize the terror.
The final verse, the tour-de-force. Marcus "versus" Vee, with a plastic, spring-loaded blade in his hands, slowly rising on high as he prepared to strike down the little lizard. Everyone around knew this was fake; coming here for years pretty much allowed the parents to determine whether or not a prop was false or not - even the children were well aware, at times. But in the case of this being a Halloween-themed show, they just went for the ride as they all tried to scream at the Charmander to run for his life, or fight against the horde of Demon-Dogs that kept him facing the cloaked terror. This was it - the end of his life; and he was going to die in public! Sasuke was just about to jump in before he had seen a rather shocking sight - the "assailant" winked. At both him and Vee! Wait, why was he doing this? Wasn't he about to kill them? Before Vee could smirk, he had to comprehend just what was going on; as Sasuke eventually passed him a note of revelation, mentally of course. The little raccoon-dog was smart, and figuring out the charade before anyone else was another one of his strong points, besides "running in circles".
<Play along, Vee! It's part of the show!>
Vee eventually looked up at the cloaked figure, seeing past his shroud and looking at the glimmer of blue he could make out as eyes. Widening his own green peepers with astonishment, he simply closed his eyes, pretending to have fainted from the sheer thrill of the masked assailant. The knife would drop on his figure in a powerful, dramatic, downward stab - it would be over as the final fanfare of the song blared out before it would all fall to silence.
The lights instantly went out as soon as the blade -seemed- to make contact, candles, spare flames...
And Vee's tail.
Marcus was nowhere to be found amongst the extremely dim "cave" of a chamber.
...
Cue the screaming audience.
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Before long, the maniacal laughter of none other than Marcus Brooklyn, in faux-pas evil villain fashion, was heard echoing through the audience chamber as a dark red light shone from below his figure, to reveal none other than Vee's limp body slung over his shoulder, his tail hidden from view so that nobody could really see whether or not the golden Charmander was really dead or not, in which, he really wasn't - the trick was to hide the flame from sight until the red lights, evil cackle, and the smoke cleared, before the stage below would slowly descend, signalling he was standing on a platform that would take him "to the deepest bowels of Hell where he belonged." It would be short after the terrorfest that the lights would return back to the way they were, before the show started, and the audience itself would be literally standing out of their seats, cheering, clapping, whistling, applauding, and just about twenty other synonyms for "praising" such a fabulous and well-done performance by the boy known as Marcus Brooklyn and his "zombie squad".
Underneath the stage, he unfurled his cloak from his suited body, flinging it and the fake knife down to the floor nonchalantly as he watched the stage's trap door from above close up, the corridor leading to the Dressing Room opening up as he stepped inside with a gigantic smile, patting the "unconscious" Charmander on the head. The little lizard popped wide awake, the flickering golden flame on his tail back up and at it as he popped into a sitting position on the boy's shoulder, smiling cheerfully for his well-dressed Boss. Thumbs-upping the group he had just performed with, whom were all smiling cheerfully and well proud of this kid's fantastic ability to pull a demanded encore out of thin air, Marcus headed towards the door's only window, slightly peering outward to see the reaction of the crowd whom was still cheering, even at an empty stage.
Autographs would be coming soon. Time to get ready for that... Hopefully.
"Way to kick ass, ladies and gents."
[You've been subjected to the longest post in the history of ever. X_X]
"...Showtime."
At once, the sharp-dressed man initiated a sort of starting pose, as he shot his arm upward as the dramatic and powerful fanfare blared out, the lights on-stage going absolutely crazy; flaring up and down. As soon as the synthesizer began to play its dramatic, funky beat, the human began to - what else - dance to it. But this "dancing" was more or less movements to get himself suited to the beat of the song, as he had taken up an invisible microphone, though well-aware there was one fixated to his right ear, "throwing" it aside as he had cocked his head from left to right; all to the two-note organ shot that played. At once, he had no choice but to let 'er rip:
"It's close to midnight; and something evil's lurking in the dark.
Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart.
You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it.
You start to freeze, as horror looks you right between the eyes.
You're paralyzed~"
Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart.
You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it.
You start to freeze, as horror looks you right between the eyes.
You're paralyzed~"
Before long, the notes he was now singing were crystal clear and bright as day; which made you wonder whether or not he was actually more or less made to sing, than train Pokémon. Marcus, however, figured that it was all those years of singing in the shower that payed off, as he continued; performing dance techniques that would have the late King of Pop dancing alongside him. Even as he feigned terror, to emphasize the dramatic portions of the first verse, he had darted to the left of the stage to "escape", only to be, as the lyrics went, paralyzed with fear as the rather gruesome and "blood-soaked" image of a demonic-looking Nidoking rose up from the opposite end of the stage, pulling off the role he was given - which was to force the human back to the other side - well. Sweatdropping mentally, Marcus wondered if these actors were a bit too experienced as of late... But oh well; the show must go on. Darting back to center stage, he had performed a sleek and powerful slide that got the crowd instantly on its feet, the fanfare of the music with the combination of the synthesizer giving the main beats allowing the human's inner instinct to kick in, sliding on his knees to the center of the stage as he had pulled himself back up into a powerful spin, doing more leg movements and pop-and-lock skills to further coincide with the beat of the main chorus.
"'Cause this is Thriller! Thriller night;
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike,
You know it's Thriller! Thriller night;
You're fighting for your life inside a - Killer - Thriller - Tonight~!"
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike,
You know it's Thriller! Thriller night;
You're fighting for your life inside a - Killer - Thriller - Tonight~!"
God, he was on a roll! The last lyric, with its half-second intermissions and a sharp blast of trumpet allowed him to jerk his head left, then right, then finally raise to his very tip-toes in a powerful motion, spreading his arms wide as he had perfectly produced that final pitch up on high, drawing cheers and applause from the crowd outside the stage as the lights flickered and danced around. Though gay, several younger women, around age sixteen perhaps [God knows what they were doing here, of all places] felt slightly flustered and crooning at the male's striking good looks, or what they could make out from the bottom half of his face, which gave off that pearly-white smile that never seemed to get dirty.
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Vee, on the other hand, was astonished at how absolutely powerful this man's dancing was, eyes widened as his tail's flame, as if astonished as well, dimmed a bit. Sasuke himself couldn't believe the sheer force of willpower pouring into the strange device that amplified his voice, the swift and flawless movements of the dancing he had never seen before. Such powerful confidence - something that was only reflected inside of his Master.
The Abra, on the other hand, was all alone in the background, still near the darkened ballpit, as he sat there, watching the lit-up stage and Marcus's wild and cheerful antics capture the scene in a shower of praise and cheer. For some reason, he could tell that the male in the rather tacky suit was the one whom had saved his life, being a Psychic-Type and all. Perhaps... Perhaps this was his way of easing his stress? Or maybe he just wanted to show off, is all... In any case, the music was rather well-done, and it was seriously addicting, like an ear-worm that writhed and wriggled inside of your skull and wouldn't leave until you listened to the song again and again and again. The Abra was intrigued at how humans used their spare time to create such fantastic sounds that pleased the tympanic membranes like that. He was pleased.
Slight, sideways, headbobbing would ensue.
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"You hear the door slam, and realize there's no where left to run;
You feel the cold hand, and wonder if you'll ever see the sun.
You close your eyes, and hope that this is just imagination;
But all the while, you hear a creature creeping up behind,
You're out of time~"
You feel the cold hand, and wonder if you'll ever see the sun.
You close your eyes, and hope that this is just imagination;
But all the while, you hear a creature creeping up behind,
You're out of time~"
This time, he had run up and off the stage, getting a bit closer towards the audience while keeping his voice down - so as to not disturb any younger children. Thankfully, the human didn't see anyone younger than the age of five, so it wasn't like they were any less hyper than before. Straightening his pose as he thrust his right hand outward, the loud SLAM of a door could be heard blaring across the speakers over the song, before he had rushed through the crowd, pretending to run away from some, unknown evil. Before long, he had suddenly, and unbeknowingly to Sasuke, stumbled behind his figure as he alluringly sang the next line of the second verse, slowly creeping his hand up behind him as he had slightly jerked at the little raccoon-dog's back, causing a high-pitched yelp to rise up from the Riolu's muzzle as he practically flew up from his seat, before Marcus darted off back towards the stage, letting off a half-a-second chuckle through the microphone. Though flustered [and forced to deal with raised fur], Sasuke had laughed it off along with the rest of the audience's guffaws, knowing that the actor in question was more or less just trying to have fun with the audience - most actors usually did.
Except for killer clowns. And that guy in the Rattata costume.
Singing the third line, he snuck up from behind a younger kid about eight years old, putting his hands over his eyes as the young boy laughed and smiled along the way; the music obviously affecting the way this entire show was going. Hell, it was too catchy to not play along. Before long, the human had taken a deep breath as he had rushed up towards the stage in a powerful sprint, suddenly raising one leg, then the other, in a wide and awesome leap of faith, seemingly gliding through the air - no strings attached - towards the stage as the "ooaaahs" and "aaaahhhhs" of the crowd roared out as Marcus struck the final line of the second verse, effortlessly landing on the heels of his slick, black shoes; spinning round and round like a tornado before ceasing the top-like movements, thrusting his arms out again in powerful fashion; getting the lights to revolve and rotate around him as the chorus popped up once again.
"'Cause this is Thriller! Thriller night;
There ain't no second chance against the thing with the forty eyes, girl
Thriller; (Whoo-HOO!) Thriller night,
You're fighting for your life inside a - Killer - Thriller - Tonight~"
There ain't no second chance against the thing with the forty eyes, girl
Thriller; (Whoo-HOO!) Thriller night,
You're fighting for your life inside a - Killer - Thriller - Tonight~"
Executing another set of snappy, pop-and-lock technqiues to the beat of the song while making it seem more fluid and dance-like, Marcus let out an absolutely perfect, high-pitched vocal between the third line of the chorus, letting loose another roar of cheers, whistles, and Pokémon cries of praise for the human whom, like the announcer had said, was taking the place by storm. Though he was the only one on stage, nonetheless; he couldn't help but let off the smirk - it was only round one, ladies and gentlemen... The show would get better.
"Night creatures calling, the dead start to walk in their masquerade,
There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time
(They're open wide)
This is the end of your life~" (OOOH!)
There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time
(They're open wide)
This is the end of your life~" (OOOH!)
The middle of the song had finally come, in where Marcus had to snap his fingers towards the sky as if on cue, causing a flurry of a multitude of Ghost-Type Pokémon to appear from the ground and the sky and fly around the area as if he had summoned them by sheer force of will. Sweatdropping mentally again, the psychic couldn't help but think to himself that they were still trained Pokémon, and they wouldn't possess him by any means necessary. Ghastly, Shuppets, Banettes, Duskulls, and a trio of Gengar popped out of the ground as well, causing "havoc" and "mayhem" for the people around, drawing pleased and happy screams from the children, some slightly terrified, as they all zipped, zoomed, and passed every single customer they could set their sights on - so that they would ensure they were really getting their money's worth. Vee, scared out of his wits, had unconsciously grasped on to the leg of Sasuke's chair, forcing the calm and collected Riolu to jerk to the left as he wondered just why he was acting like such a child. He had no room to talk - he had just let loose a girlish yelp. Going red in the cheeks a bit, Sasuke only slumped as he allowed the golden Charmander to skittishly clutch onto the leg of the chair, as a means of comfort.
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During their little "scare fest" the allegedly-disturbed troupe of Ghost-Types flew around, doing their best to get as many startled and pleased screams from the audience below them; the Duskulls using their only pupils to revolve them around in circles within their seemingly-hollow eye sockets, the Shuppets and Banettes using their constant antics of sticking their tongues out and pulling harmless pranks on the audience, such as using moves like Double Team to multiply their figures. It was the three Gengars that grabbed the most scares, as they used their abilities to hide within the shadows to surprise their targets. One of them had seen the seemingly-angry Wannabe, frustratingly sitting behind a rather irked, female Charizard. Why wasn't he having any fun? The Ghost-Type apparently concluded that if he wasn't going to have any fun and laugh once in a while, then it's best to really scare him fuckin' shitless.
At once, the Ghost Pokémon slipped deep into the ground below, swimming through the ground like a Carvahna in a freshwater river until it got within close proximity of Wannabe's shadow, literally melting inside of it and assuming the guise of the Elekid's very shadow. Its impish eyes flung themselves open, staring evilly behind the Elekid's back, using its eerie, supernatural powers to send a cold chill down the angry Pokémon's back, hoping to get its attention. After this little display of its control over the otherworldly powers, it would use Scary Face; a technique specifically built for events and holidays like this one. And this Scary Face would be its most frightening one the Gengar could have pulled off in quite some time; almost as if its crazy, psychotic eyes were going to stare deep into its soul...
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Meanwhile, some of the Ghastly who were having fun had thrown themselves at the couple of Dalton and Lila, simply zipping past their locations while throwing a few Scary Faces themselves, one of the translucent Pokémon sticking its long, nasty tongue out at the baby-faced human, hoping to draw a scare from him; or at least a startled expression. He hadn't had much luck during these Halloween performances - so hopefully, he could get a scream or two. That'd make today's performance worthwhile.
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At once, after that final, high-pitched vocal; he stomped his foot onto the ground, the lights dimming for that one, specific second, before every single last Ghost had vanished into thin air! Another set of whoops and hollers, as the human on stage was starting to feel the burn, knowing the best part was coming up. The third, and final verse, was coming up; and he was having such a great time, too! Hey, seeing the happy and shocked faces on adults, kids, and Pokémon alike made him well-thankful that the robust manager of this place even allowed him to perform here. It was almost time to wrap it up, as he had finally made his way towards the crowd once again; this time, targeting female members of the audience, keeping a smooth and sexy look of comfort towards his expression.
"They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side;
They will possess you - unless you change that number on your dial.
Now is the time; for you and I to cuddle close together, yeah
All through the night, I'll save you from the terror on the screen,
I'll make you see~"
They will possess you - unless you change that number on your dial.
Now is the time; for you and I to cuddle close together, yeah
All through the night, I'll save you from the terror on the screen,
I'll make you see~"
Performing a few simple moves with his upper body, he had done a few pop-and-lock movements that showed him "manually" moving his head and torso from one side to the other, before slowly closing in on a younger female, snapping a pointer finger towards behind her as the soundclip of a woman screaming in the distance distracted her long enough for Marcus to "escape" to another location - where he had wrapped his fingers onto another young female's shoulders to the first half of the second line of the third verse [Try saying that three times fast], before spinning towards the front of her as she glanced behind her to see who it was, to discover Marcus making the "call me" gesture with a devilishly smooth smile and nod. As he dashed up onto the stage, he had heard a high-pitched squeal of delight from the girl he had just caused to swoon, shaking his head as he casually did a "pimp-stride" up the steps with a smirk - the things he'd do for the smiles on peoples' faces. Singing the final three lines of the song, he was ready to wrap up with an extra-powerful chorus when -
The music stopped! Same with the lights, the cheering - everything!
Though this was really part of the act, Marcus feigned confusion as he had dumbly looked around the stage and the audience, hearing the confused mutterings and the bewilderment that now took the crowd by storm. Vee, too, had suddenly worked up the courage to go into a sort of "detective" phase, curious as to wonder just what happened to the kickass music. Even Sasuke, was wondering the same thing, before a startled gasp erupted from his lips as he used his paws to cover up the gasp, his eyes widening in shock. Vee stared into the direction Sasuke seemed to be afraid of, only to gasp and point in shock as well. Sure enough, the images of well over thirty humans coming from both sides of the stage, fifteen on each side, shambling about and dragging their feet as if they were asleep and in tattered clothing, along with rather gory and realistic-looking makeup jobs that signalled they played the part of zombies, started to slowly encroach on Marcus's fun-time. Falsely putting on a sort of "I'll protect you" face, he had taken a slick martial arts stance, reminiscent to the Northern Shao-Lin style, as he was prepared to kick the asses of... These ghouls...
A few screams from kids as they all started to cheer Marcus on, not out of love and joy, but out of fear and shock for his "safety". Of course, those in makeup and tattered clothes feigning to be the living dead were the actors the human in the slick suit rehearsed with, he had to make sure none of them got hurt. At once, he had pulled a few swift, powerful, and well-timed kicks, punches, leg-thrusts, and backhands - intentionally missing the "targets", but making it look as painful as possible - sound effects included to ensure the audience was being humored with a fight-scene, out of defense. Before long, Marcus was suddenly taken by surprise as he was apprehended from behind in a full headlock from one of the "zombies" as a rather scary fluctuation of notes began to slowly echo through the speakers, the human struggling to get free as Vee and Sasuke watched in horror as their dancing hero get slowly being surrounded by walking corpses, ready to burst into action if it got out of hand.
Before long, the human was on his knees after a loud "THUD" was heard, his head bowed low and his hair now free of its ponytail, hanging limp and useless in front of his face like his arms and his slumped back as the undead "humans" completely concealed his figure, as if slowly turning him into one of them. The zombies seemed to go out of place, lining up in a specific row assigned to them as the human suddenly began to rise from his knees, without any means of using his hands or any wires whatsoever, - an hour had passed as his psychic energies went kaputz, this was the perfect time to use them - until he was back on his feet, head still bowed as the music in the background intensified louder, and louder, and louder... Until the dramatic music stab, where he would jerk his head upward, making the most sinister and downright evil-looking glare he could; getting a few screams of fright from the audience before--
The synth kicked in once more, the lights flickering on-stage towards the group of "zombies" that now faced the audience as the iconic jerking of their heads into their shoulders, which also jerked upward, kicked in. Even older people knew what this motion meant, as the infamous "Zombie Dance" was now being started by the group of living dead, every, single motion of their rehearsal being poured into the dance itself as the crowd now went uncontrollably wild with adoration for this particular segment, some of the Pokémon and kids in the back of the seating arrangements mimicking the dancer/singer's movements on-stage as he had even done the famous marching left, hands raised like claws, then swiveling his body in a right-left-right motion, then repeating the process. Vee watched in total, dumbstruck amazement; Sasuke included. This was too much. How was this foreign actor taking in so much powerful emotions like these in such a short time? Was there no end to his dancing? Time to send 'er home, Marcus!
"That this is Thriller! Thriller night,
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare try;
Thriller! Thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a -
Killer, diller, chiller, Thriller - here tonight~"
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare try;
Thriller! Thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a -
Killer, diller, chiller, Thriller - here tonight~"
Yikes! It was heating up as the dance itself blew out of proportions, Marcus taking the absolute lead as he had used his powerful performance to make the most of his zombie back-up dancers, the final line of the chorus being made so that each, single note would stab upward on the vocal scale, Marcus using hand movements to guide the zombie-squad either left, right, both ways, and then finally dropped them to the ground with naught but a point of the finger before bending over and sweeping the backs of his hands upward to cause them to all rise up from their positions in the exact same movements, the slickly black-suited boy standing in a shounen hero-like pose as one hand was now extended up in the air as they stride themselves to the beat of the song, before the dancing kicked in once again, the chorus being sang once again.
"Thriller! Thriller night,
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost could ever dare try,
Thriller! (Whoo-HOO!) Thriller night,
So let me hold you tight and share a - Killer, Thriller-- AAOW!"
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost could ever dare try,
Thriller! (Whoo-HOO!) Thriller night,
So let me hold you tight and share a - Killer, Thriller-- AAOW!"
That was it. The song was over, but the dancing didn't cease. Or, at least, the act. Marcus now stood there, amidst a cheering crowd that now showered him with affections and, hopefully roses. Though no dowry was to be offered yet, the show was still continuing, as he had snapped his fingers while standing in a relaxed pose, two zombies from the left hand of the stage grasping what looked like a long and elaborate, black shawl of cloth that trailed to the very ground. Thrusting his arms outward, with his head bowed again and his back now hunched over, he allowed the zombie minions to drape the cloak of ominous foreshadowing over his body as he raised up once again, snapping his fingers as the strobe lights now flickered maniacally, drawing more "screams" and cheers from the kids. You'd think their voices would go hoarse by now. Reaching into his "cape", Marcus gave off a devilish sneer as the fog machines on all sides of the stage activated, pouring out thick, black-colored smoke to rise up and creep along the floor of the stage as the zombies continued to dance away, the human - suddenly - disappearing into thin air as the strobe lights flickered on and off.
"Darkness falls across the land...
The Midnight Hour is close at hand...
Creatures crawl in the search of blood...
To terrorize y'alls neighborhood...
And whosoever shall be found...
Without the soul for getting down...
Will stand and face the Hounds of Hell...
And rot inside a corpse's shell..."
The Midnight Hour is close at hand...
Creatures crawl in the search of blood...
To terrorize y'alls neighborhood...
And whosoever shall be found...
Without the soul for getting down...
Will stand and face the Hounds of Hell...
And rot inside a corpse's shell..."
The very voice of Marcus rang out in the speakers, now an ominous, darker and more sinister tone as the sound of a single, organ tune rang out over the synthesizers that blare out, the lights flickering in the two-beat notes that would go against the "African-style" clicking noises, revealing Marcus's cloaked location at certain points before vanishing again. Man, either this guy was a ghost himself, he ran very fast, or he simply knew what he was doing. But either way, as he radiated that evil voice, he had slowly, slowly, slowly gripped the plastic handle of the spring-loaded "knife", ushering a threat towards those who weren't having a good time by threatening to unleash a rather terrifying set of dogs on them. As if on cue, the doom-giving growls of Houndours, Houndooms, and the scarred Mightyena could be heard echoing from, literally, all sides of the area, slowly padding themselves around and doing their best to look as terrifying and sinister as possible, their eyes slit like mad beasts of Hell, drool trailing from their muzzles with bared, white fangs, eyeing any potential "victims".
Marcus, however, had eyed his "prize", even after sweeping Wannabe himself with a concealed look of absolute, bound-determination to murder the living hell out of him; he had already chosen his target. Vee. Yes; the golden Charmander he raised for five years was the very subject of his "killing spree", and he would usher the call by revealing the shiny, metallic-like knife's blade from his cloak, making sure to travel as fast as he could as the strobe lights worked their patterns enough for him to exploit. Vee knew this; as he kept his eye on the singer-now-turned-killer, paralyzed with utmost fear as he backed away from the seat he kept solace at, yelping after suddenly running into the scarred Mightyena whom, as if sadistic, forced him towards the "killer". Green eyes were now flickering with fear and horror, the tiny flame on his tail just about near-run out in fear; but still strong enough to keep his life-force sustained as the sinisterly tall, cloaked, and armed human approached, the strobe lights and the vocals in the background going off in full blast as the organs intensified to emphasize the terror.
"The foulest stench is in the air,
The funk of forty-thousand years;
And grisly ghouls from every tomb...
Are closing in to seal your doom.
And though you fight to stay alive,
your body starts to shiver...
For no, mere mortal can resist...
The evil of...
...
The Thriller!"
The funk of forty-thousand years;
And grisly ghouls from every tomb...
Are closing in to seal your doom.
And though you fight to stay alive,
your body starts to shiver...
For no, mere mortal can resist...
The evil of...
...
The Thriller!"
The final verse, the tour-de-force. Marcus "versus" Vee, with a plastic, spring-loaded blade in his hands, slowly rising on high as he prepared to strike down the little lizard. Everyone around knew this was fake; coming here for years pretty much allowed the parents to determine whether or not a prop was false or not - even the children were well aware, at times. But in the case of this being a Halloween-themed show, they just went for the ride as they all tried to scream at the Charmander to run for his life, or fight against the horde of Demon-Dogs that kept him facing the cloaked terror. This was it - the end of his life; and he was going to die in public! Sasuke was just about to jump in before he had seen a rather shocking sight - the "assailant" winked. At both him and Vee! Wait, why was he doing this? Wasn't he about to kill them? Before Vee could smirk, he had to comprehend just what was going on; as Sasuke eventually passed him a note of revelation, mentally of course. The little raccoon-dog was smart, and figuring out the charade before anyone else was another one of his strong points, besides "running in circles".
<Play along, Vee! It's part of the show!>
Vee eventually looked up at the cloaked figure, seeing past his shroud and looking at the glimmer of blue he could make out as eyes. Widening his own green peepers with astonishment, he simply closed his eyes, pretending to have fainted from the sheer thrill of the masked assailant. The knife would drop on his figure in a powerful, dramatic, downward stab - it would be over as the final fanfare of the song blared out before it would all fall to silence.
The lights instantly went out as soon as the blade -seemed- to make contact, candles, spare flames...
And Vee's tail.
Marcus was nowhere to be found amongst the extremely dim "cave" of a chamber.
...
Cue the screaming audience.
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Before long, the maniacal laughter of none other than Marcus Brooklyn, in faux-pas evil villain fashion, was heard echoing through the audience chamber as a dark red light shone from below his figure, to reveal none other than Vee's limp body slung over his shoulder, his tail hidden from view so that nobody could really see whether or not the golden Charmander was really dead or not, in which, he really wasn't - the trick was to hide the flame from sight until the red lights, evil cackle, and the smoke cleared, before the stage below would slowly descend, signalling he was standing on a platform that would take him "to the deepest bowels of Hell where he belonged." It would be short after the terrorfest that the lights would return back to the way they were, before the show started, and the audience itself would be literally standing out of their seats, cheering, clapping, whistling, applauding, and just about twenty other synonyms for "praising" such a fabulous and well-done performance by the boy known as Marcus Brooklyn and his "zombie squad".
Underneath the stage, he unfurled his cloak from his suited body, flinging it and the fake knife down to the floor nonchalantly as he watched the stage's trap door from above close up, the corridor leading to the Dressing Room opening up as he stepped inside with a gigantic smile, patting the "unconscious" Charmander on the head. The little lizard popped wide awake, the flickering golden flame on his tail back up and at it as he popped into a sitting position on the boy's shoulder, smiling cheerfully for his well-dressed Boss. Thumbs-upping the group he had just performed with, whom were all smiling cheerfully and well proud of this kid's fantastic ability to pull a demanded encore out of thin air, Marcus headed towards the door's only window, slightly peering outward to see the reaction of the crowd whom was still cheering, even at an empty stage.
Autographs would be coming soon. Time to get ready for that... Hopefully.
"Way to kick ass, ladies and gents."
[You've been subjected to the longest post in the history of ever. X_X]