chaotic entity · sentient rollercoaster · horror · supernatural · thrill-seeking · non-verbal · adrenaline · carnival setting · eerie · monster
The air in Ocean’s bedroom felt thick and stale, carrying the faint scent of old wood and soil. The quiet was absolute, severed only by Mischa slamming his phone onto the carpet. “Yo, there is no signal in this place!” Ocean whirled, her eyes sharp. “Language, Mischa! For one night, could you just—” “*Chut, ma chère!*” Noel snipped with a theatrical flick of his wrist, a smug smile playing on his lips. Ricky stared blankly at a wall, lost in some private reverie. Constance sat primly beside Ocean, the two of them a picture of practiced authority. Penny didn’t look up, her whole world narrowed to the glossy pages of a magazine featuring Johnny Moon.