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[theideasofarchimedes]

okay btw

In Between

🟨 Violent But Only At Necessary Levels

🟧 Violent At Unneeded Levels

my depiction of the cyclone incident

The cart clattered against the tracks as it reached the crest of the rollercoaster. Penny looked around and tried her best to evaluate the situation. Right next to her was Ricky Potts, her on and off boyfriend. Ricky was only in the choir because Ocean, his third cousin twice removed, forced him into it.

In front of her was Mischa Bachinski, a foster kid from Ukraine. Out of all of them, Mischa was the only one qualified to be apart of the choir. Next to him, Noel Gruber, the schools token gay kid. Noel was conniving but he was also kind and stood up for whoever ocean spoke to.

In the front seats were Constance Blackwood, a caring alto, and her terrible, horrible, no good best friend Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg, who also happened to be a peace activist…

“Hey wait a minute what’s up with the track?” Mischa uttered and Penny’s attention snapped back to the moment at hand. She looked straight at the loop-de-loop, and part of the apex was torn and broken off.

“HEY! HEY GET US OFF!” Ocean screamed down to the operator who was slouched against the panel, a beer bottle in his hand, and drool dripping from his face.

“Oh my god we’re gonna die.” Noel said trying to wrestle the buckle off of him.

“Don’t say that- the cart hasn’t moved in a bit.” Constance tried to assure everyone. Suddenly Noel got the buckle to come off.

Penny looked at Ricky who had his eyes covered with his hands. Penny was freaking out, sweating not even bullets but shotgun shells. She looked at the setting sun, it was only around 6 for christ’s sake. She looked back down at the carnie working the panel, who pressed a large blue button and suddenly the cart flew down the hill.

It was a cacophony of screams. As the cart climbed up the loop-de loop Noel and Mischa flew out the middle row and to the bottom of the loop. Noel fell onto his back, with minor injuries. Mischa flew down on top of him crushing the rickety track below causing the two to plummet down to steel beams and the ground. Noel died immediately after his skull was crushed by Mischa’s elbow.

The cart reached the top of the loop and so much happened at once. Everyone flew out except Ocean. Constance flew out to the part of the coaster they were just on and banged her head. She fell down against track and as she tumbled down to the trough it faded quick to black.

Mischa slammed against each support beam, and his broken fingers flailed wildly trying to grab for something but he soon found the cold embrace of the ground felt way more comforting.

Ricky slammed against the track. He felt he couldn’t hold on and fell into the air. He felt the wind against his skin as he was carried off away from the cyclone, even spotting that creepy coin operated fortune teller. He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. He could hear a loud crunch as he hit the shooting range in the middle of the fair. A few bullets hit him, but it wasn’t what killed him.

Ocean screamed, she screamed, and screamed, but no one heard. The cart was flying rapidly towards a bunch of trees. She screamed to herself a strange collection of sorry words. A loud bang and deafening silence told her she had hit a tree, but a cold nothingness told her she was gone.

Penny flew through the air, almost gracefully. She waved her arms around, not screaming, but accepting it. She was sailing through space, and for years it felt like she’d been spinning round. She looked down and saw where the missing part of the track had went. It was sitting somewhere near the finale of the ride, and it had clearly been taken off to be fixed. As she hurtled towards it her neck hit the side and it went clean off. Her head flew into the trees, her body down a few yards away from Mischa’s.