[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - FUCK ME!
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	Ben kept scrambling, trying to get higher and get to Jonesy and now to the girl that was up there as well. Things were not going well and he could hear the metal screaming. Everyone could. This machine was not going to stay where it was for much longer. The girl biped in and out, for a moment holding onto to Jonesy who nearly lost his grip. He held on just long enough for her to vanish again but once she had his grip gave way. Ben leaped and caught the mans hand with one of his and the other held tight to a metal beam. The two of them were dangling. 

	The jerk of metal against metal, weight going down. Everything was about to come caving down. The machine shook hard. Samson taking a few steps back. "Get out of the way!" he said, starting to shoo people back. "She's coming down!" he yelled. It wasn't half a heart beat later than the entire thing started to collapse in on itself. Seats falling from the sky, breaking away and crashing into each other. Ben lost his grip for himself and to Jonesy and they both started to crash down. 

	Suddenly everything, mid air froze. Floating there where it was. Alexandra, Ben, and Jonesy were moved swiftly from the falling mass of metal and dropped on the ground out of the way. It was rough but they were safe. Samson's head snapped around to look at the trailer as the rest of the machine stopped its moment in time freeze and crumpled in on itself but something seemed to surround it unseen that kept it from crashing in on any others below. 

	Looking at the trailer marked Management was a bearded lady holding up a large umbrella that blocked out the sun. Below the umbrella was a [url=https://image.ibb.co/nDj2aq/2018-01-03-1515004078-3890776-626700ace49d4c2ecbdd9589f1f05bba.jpg]woman[/url] dressed all in [url=https://image.ibb.co/b58BJA/paradox2.jpg]white[/url]. She stood tall for a women, about five foot eight inches in height but was thin, couldn't have weighed more than 120 pounds soaking wet. She was beyond pale, an albino with bright ballet slipper pink eyes and her hair was the color of pale lilac that hung in fine strands to her waist. She skin looked slightly wet, overly moisturized perhaps? Her eyes were narrowed as she lowed her hand. 

	Turning she walked slowly back into the door of the trailer and it shut behind her. The bearded lady lowered the umbrella and closed it. "Management insisted," was all the bearded woman said as she stood there, speaking to Samson. Samson gulped a bit before looking around. 

	"Everyone okay?" he asked quickly.