I predict a riot.

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.”
- Shakespeare

Monday lunchtime, near the sheriff's office, on Main Street

This has proved almost too easy. The clouds are rolling in, air heavy with the promise of rain, and I stand in my Danika body wearing an old coat with the collar turned up against the cold, jacket short enough to show a few inches of a tidy, worn work dress and a calflength of wool stocking. My shoes wear the signs of good, honest farm labour, and my blonde hair is frizzing round my face in the damp air. I look very distressed.

"Did - was there really a man arrested for... for beating on a girl?" I say to an old woman gossiping with her friend on the street. My fingers flutter together anxiously.

"Oh yes," she says, "it's a horrible thing. They think also he did in a girl as worked at - well, the brothel, my dear," she says, lowering her voice over that salacious detail, eyes gleaming with prurient interest. "They think he chopped her up."

"Oh," I say, and I faint very neatly to the ground. It's not long before I have half a dozen people round me - offering water, saying they will take me to the Dormouse, fussing with my coat collar to let me breathe.

"I should've said something," I say, and I burst into tears. That gets me sat down on a bench, an old woman's arm around my shoulders, and a very handsome young man crouched at my feet. "I should - "

"What is is, dear? Do you know something about what happened to those girls?"

I shake my head tightly.

"I know - I know - him," I say quietly. "He - We went out a couple of times, and he was - he was real nice to me, and -" The old woman gives me a handkerchief. "You know, I ain't really dated much," I say, shamefaced, "cos my momma's sick a bunch and I'm busy out on the farm, and he just - he was real nice, and when he -" I turn my face away, and I can feel the vibrating tension from the boy at my feet, his desire to be a hero. "He - I thought it was my fault," I say, and then there is a furious chatter rising from the little crowd, and the conversation spreads in ripples.

"Some carnie's been carving up our girls," one man says fiercely. And there is discussion of me and of Melania - ah, yes, that explains some of what I saw in her - and how we're hard working girls, salt of the earth girls, and who is this monster and why hasn't he been strung up? What the hell is wrong with this town that a murderer and molester can be caught redhanded and he's cosseted in jail? And did you hear that he attacked that nice Mrs Beddau (I wonder if at any other time Glass has been described as nice) when she went to visit him in prison? He should be put in the old stocks in town. People would show him how they felt, alright. They'd show him very clearly indeed.

I manage a brave, trembling smile for the boy at my feet, and he springs up, ready for something, anything, if it will make me look at him like that again. And I nestle in against the arm of the old woman as the crowd grows larger and voices grow louder, and I wait for the storm to break.

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[mike-inkheart.livejournal.com]

"I'm Romana. Why are you sketching, if you don't me me prying a bit?"

I smile at her, surprised she'd be interested in me instead of the riot. We seem pretty safe in this doorway so I reply, "Wish we could've met under better circumstances but good to meet you anyway." I gesture to the sketch book, saying, "I tend to sketch any news that I plan on reporting. I own the newspaper down the street, the Twilight Tribune."

I shake my head, looking at the crowd, "I've seen two riots before but never in a town this small. Honestly, I'm shocked," and I begin sketching the knights and horses in another drawing. "If this man did everything they said, then he's not going to get away with it. This mob will see to that if the law doesn't."

I try to catch sight of Miss O'Hara but the crowd's shifted so many times that she could be anywhere, and I add, "I won't disagree either but this mob is out-of-control, and that's when terrible things happen to good people."

[romana-zindel.livejournal.com]

I smile as he tells me that he's the newspaperman in town. It's good that we've got one, seein' it in the paper might shame everybody into actin' right from now on. Sometimes seein' your own actions can do that. Hoping this won't happen again, or at least not soon. I unclench a little bit and follow his gaze toward the still-angry crowd, some people gettin' tossed aside like rag dolls at the entrance of the horses and their knights.

"I've seen two riots before but never in a town this small. Honestly, I'm shocked...If this man did everything they said, then he's not going to get away with it. This mob will see to that if the law doesn't." Michael's fingers are busy at his sketching, and I can see the beginnings of horses taking shape on the page. He looks again, a worried glance over his feature, and I remember the lady who went past. Where is she? It's impossible to tell with the crowd movin' around the way it is. I sigh and hope she's all right. I won't disagree either but this mob is out-of-control, and that's when terrible things happen to good people." I can't disagree with that statement, but it does me shiver something bad, and I go right back to clenching my legs to my chest.

I spot some people beginnin' to break off from the main crowd and go down sidestreets, the mob's gettin' smaller which is a good thing. One of the ladies looks pregnant, and I blink hard at her. Who'd take their unborn baby into a riot like this? I point to them, saying, "Want to follow those people? They might be good to talk to, if they're not too shook up."

[kaeli-whyte.livejournal.com]

The wave of it all hit me, animosity, rage, pain, and chaos swirling so strong and fast it nearly took my breath away and knocked me to the ground. They're back. Then I heard gunshots, I think that's what they were, and I look out the window and see them all on Main Street.

"Nobody comes in. Keep them inside, go to the cellar if you have to," I say quietly to Laura, wishing Marbas were here. She wants to be a teacher and I think she'll make a good one someday. Drawing her shoulders back, her lips tighten and she nods as I walk out the door. Its a comfort to hear the door close, locks click and bar sliding into place. She know what to do, I know she'll keep them all safe.

I know people are hurt, I can feel it, and those that aren't want the blood of the man in jail. I don't see Eris or Ares anywhere, but I'd swear they were here. All three of them, but I can't see them from here and they'd be right in the middle. Moving up to Kates porch, I try to focus my thoughts on his music, and light, reaching out to see if I can find....

...a person standing behind me. I almost jump out of my skin when my elbow collides with his side. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I was looking for...someone I know," I say lamely. I know quite a few people out there... Is that Wanda?! With a pipe?! I notice the girl sitting down, hugging her knees, terrified. I think I've seen her in the Miskatonice, and he seems familiar somehow, but I don't recall meeting either of them. "Are you both okay? Where's Kate? Is anyone hurt inside?" I ask looking into the doorway of the store. People are hurt everywhere, its hard to narrow down.

[verite-belrose.livejournal.com]

I've been a horrible coward about this. The mob outside wants Benedict and if they don't get him will probably be after the Carnival next. Maybe even if they do get him they'll be coming over the River anyways.

I've been huddling inside ever since the mob rushed forwards trying to be invisible. But there are people outside and when the horses crashed into the mob the people on the edges scattered. I should offer some of those a place to get out of things. People trying to get away from this mess don't deserve to get killed or hurt by just being in the wrong place. Besides I've got at least some things to patch hurt people up with and by the sounds out there it's gonna be necessary.

So I cautiously stick my head out the front door. To look around, only then realizing maybe I shoulda found something to cover my bright purple hair, and spot a small huddle of people in the door way of the general store. It's right next to my place so they don't got to move very far, and hopefully no one will spot my hair and try to attack us. I call out, "Want to come inside, outta this madness?"

[mike-inkheart.livejournal.com]

I look to where Romana's pointing and it looks possible to make it but we'll skirting pretty close to the edge of the shifting mob. Shaking my head, I say, "I think it's too close to all of them," I look down Silk Road towards my office and continue, "And Silk Road looks impossible to pass on this side." I turn to point at the Apothecary, saying, "We can make it to my office if we go around..." OUCH!

I don't get to finish before I'm elbowed in the ribs by a petite redhead. My head's ringing and my ribs ache, and when did the crowd get so loud, and I hear her apologizing, "Oh! I'm so sorry! I was looking for...someone I know." She probably means Miss O'Hara and I try to scan the crowd again but I can't concentrate with the roaring echo in my ears. Damnit, I think I missed her when the cavalry rode by.

"Are you both okay? Where's Kate? Is anyone hurt inside?" I try to shake it off and say, "Miss O'Hara ran into the crowd but we haven't seen her since." Feeling steadier, "We're fine," and I look down at Romana to make sure, and then into the General Store. There's a few people in there, including a young woman with red hair. "Everyone looks alright inside..." I turn to the street, adding, "--but not out there."

My fingers are itching to sketch all of it but I really need to find a safer spot. Unexpectedly, safety comes from next door when a purple-haired girl calls out, "Want to come inside, outta this madness?"

"Hell yes!" I reply and I tap Romana on the shoulder, "Let's go over there." I turn to redhead that bumped into me and advise, "Come with us and don't go into that mess. Not now."

[romana-zindel.livejournal.com]

I look up quick as a girl sticks her head out of the door and asks us if we're okay, and Michael says we are, but I want to say no we're bloody not but I don't want to impose so I keep quiet.

Another girl with purple hair (purple? how'd she make it look that color, must ask her when this is over) asks us if we want to come into her place next door, and this time Michael says "Hell yes!" and I feel like dancing. I get up at his finger-poke and follow him and the redhead who opened up her door first. I go inside quick, who knows how long we'd've had to wait if the purple haired girl hadn't offered us shelter. As soon as we're inside, I turn to her. "I'm Romana," I say breathlessly. "Can't thank you enough for lettin' us come inside, I've never seen nothin' like this. Who're you?"

[kaeli-whyte.livejournal.com]

"Miss O'Hara ran into the crowd but we haven't seen her since. We're fine,"

Looking into the crowd, I sigh. I hope she's alright. I look back up at the man and almost ask if he's sure he's okay. He looks a touch dazed. Something about the eyes...

"Want to come inside, outta this madness?"

I open my mouth to thank her when the man calls out a reply of "Hell Yes!" I can't help but agree. Following them both into the salon, I say a quiet thanks to the girl who let us in. "I'm Kaeli Whyte. It was really kind of you. Are you okay?" She seems well enough, but I still can't tell for sure since anger and pain seem to be coming from everywhere. "Was that Wanda going into the Bakery?" I wonder if Lucien is out there too, or if the injured are being brought to him.

[verite-belrose.livejournal.com]

I don't recognize any of the three people, the guy seems to notice my offer first and is most enthusiastic about accepting. Hell yes! The other two are just as quick to take the offer if less vocal until they get inside.

The blonde who seems like she's probably my age, turns to me as soon as she's in the door, I'm Romana,Can't thank you enough for lettin' us come inside, I've never seen nothin' like this. Who're you? She talks quickly almost breathless with it.

The other,a redhead is quieter but no less intense. She wants to know if I'm okay as well as to offer thanks and her name. I'm Kaeli Whyte. It was really kind of you. Are you okay?

I smile at all three of them as I close the door behind Ms Whyte, answering questions in the order of importance. "I'm okay. It seems the least I could do. My name's Verite."

[mike-inkheart.livejournal.com]

I'm happy taking the purple-haired girl up on her offer and we move as fast as we can into her shop. Romana introduces herself and so do the two other women, Kaeli Whyte and Verite. Everyone's grateful to be off the street and I thank Verite along with everyone else before saying, "I'm Michael Inkheart from the Tribune. Nice to meet you all."

The purple-haired girl closes the door, and the redhead, Kaeli, asks, "Was that Wanda going into the Bakery?" I don't know what she looks like but I do want to find out since Mr. Laclos recommended her.

"I'm new in town and I don't know who Wanda is but we saw some people going into the bakery. Maybe they had the same idea we did." The crowd roars again, and the weirdest thing catches my eye and I move closer to the window. "Excuse me? What is that?" I'm pointing to the ten-foot-tall creature with the flaming head. I'm sketching quickly, trying to capture the image of that thing on paper. "Is that a pumpkin ...on fire?"