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70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]

_{[So while the rest of Johto alternately panics, cries, or rushes around trying to capture as many of the soulstealing insects as possible, there are dozens of souls floating around in that dream limbo, drifting in and out of each other's slumbering thoughts and visions. Whether it's nightmarish flashbacks or just those dreams where you're at school taking a really hard test, and then Dracula shows up, and then everybody's naked ... anything is possible when it comes to what people see in their sleep.]

[But what appears in the darkness in this particular spot in the spaceless, shifting mass of dreaming souls... is a door.]

[It's old, and covered with boards and bolts, rusted near-through in some places. The lock is broken-- mangled and half-melted and wrenched out of the keyhole. The only thing on it that doesn't look ancient is a scrap of torn notebook-paper that's taped up on it at roughly eye-level. It reads only a single phrase:]}

Fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh.

_{[More importantly, though... the door is ajar. Through the gap come the scents of rust and metal-- and something organic, fleshy-- and a low, deep hum of industrial machinery. It's not a door that anyone in their right mind would want to go through. ... But for anyone who may have stumbled this far into the dreams of their fellow lost souls, either in flight from some other nightmare or just pure, wandering curiosity... there's just no other place to go but through the door.]}

_{[Go on. Open it. After all.... it's only a dream.]}

[ooc: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, GUYS. Thanks for being patient! If you commented on that planning post, there's something spooky planned for your character to do here so please feel free to tag or not tag as it pleases you!]

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[ooc: This is the IC post for what was announced over here! Even if you didn't comment there, feel free to participate! I'm still happy to whip up Silent Hill scenarios for folks!]

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[[Well this was interesting. Like something out of a horror movie.

So of course, Bakura has to investigate. Though really, that was the first rule of what not to do in that sort of situation, but there was a large difference between being aware of the rules of things like this and using that awareness to avoid the obvious traps being set.

And if Bakura was smart about these things his life would have been very different.]]

_{[Go on, Bakura. Step through that door. It'll be okay. I promise.]

[Beyond the door is a room. On the offhand, it doesn't actually look like there's much wrong with it-- it's a hospital room, that much is clear. It's largely bare. There's a few cots here and there and the tiles on the floor, once probably a shiny ivory but now off-white, are mostly bare. It's well-lit, both by lights overhead as well as a pair of frosted windows, presumably to the outside...]

[In any case, apart from being seemingly abandoned, there's not much in the room that seems to match the tone set by that ominous old door... in fact, only one corner of the room seems to have been occupied at all. The sheets on the cot in the corner are rumpled, and there's bits and pieces of junk all around it-- along with a corkboard which is easily the most colorful thing in the room... thanks to the objects pinned all over it.]

[Investigate?]}

[[Hospitals were not Bakura's favorite things by a long shot, but abandoned, it somehow lost all the worry. Possibly because the associations changed from real life to horror movies, which he was far more comfortable with. Or survival horror games! Those were much more fun!

Quick scan of the room, look for things that ~~might be clickable~~ of possible importance. Switch to magnifying glass, examine corkboard!]]

_{[If there's anything clickable in this room, it'll be on the corkboard. Because... well, EVERYTHING'S on there. Gum, magazine clippings, a colorful assortment of naked Barbie dolls, a credit card that someone cut up, coins of assorted values, some of those plastic gag spider-rings you get out of the coin-vending machines at pizza places, a whole oatmeal-raisin cookie...]

[Whoever decorated this board pretty much went to town on the transparent glue, because everything is stuck thoroughly-- so thoroughly it might as well be preserved in amber. For example, trying to eat that cookie probably wouldn't be a very good idea, given how encased in glue it is...]

[There's bugs on there, too-- big shiny-shelled beetles. One is still alive-- it moves its legs feebly when Bakura gets close. It was probably stuck there recently.]

[But it's the centerpiece that probably deserves the most attention-- it's a doll. Different from the naked Barbies, it's a slightly more charming one-- a little floppy and with a simple, smiling face, yellow yarn-hair and little brown boots. It's dressed in a green skirt and white vest.]

[There's so many pins stuck in the doll's stomach and eyes it that it might as well be a pincushion.]}

[[He frowns a little at the doll.]] So mean... [[Possibly an attempt at voodoo... why else would it be pins? Though it didn't look like there was anything attached... maybe it was just a doll the person they were trying to curse cared for? Would that be enough of a connection? Or the other things on the board were from that same person. Though the contrast of childish things and the credit card didn't quite match.

Either way, it didn't feel right, just leaving it like that. Maybe if he could remove the pins...]]

_{[The pins are easily removed-- unlike the rest, the doll doesn't seem to be glued to anything, so...]

[Congratulations! You have obtained one (1) Heather Mason doll. What could it be used for? ... Well, probably nothing, to be honest, but surely it's better off with Bakura rather than whoever stuck it full of needles, right?]

[In any case, it doesn't look like there's anything else particularly useful on the board-- in fact, there's a spot of the glue that's been dissolved entirely, its contents plucked out. A small, empty bottle of nail varnish lying on the floor nearby is probably to blame for that. Either way, unless Bakura can find a use for magazine clippings or a dying beetle, there doesn't seem to be anything else noteworthy in the room.]}

[[And you never know when something will be useful in a ~~RPG~~ ~~survival horror game~~ situation like this! He's curious what used to be there, and will read the clippings if they're at all legible, but other wise, it's on to the next room, doll carefully tucked in the crook of his arm.]]

_{[This is true! Maybe he'll need to stuff it in a hole to stop, like, armies of spiders from coming out and eating him or something. You never know. In any case, he and his little companion are able to leave the room without much trouble.]

[The hallway beyond is dark-- much darker than the room that Bakura just left. But visibility is still fairly high, given the circumstances... the halls and walls are the same sort of unkempt that the room was, although the urban decay here is worse... this place must be an abandoned hospital. But if so, who was using that bed and decorating their little corkboard? ... Maybe a hobo. Hobos ruin everything.]

[There are a few other doors leading off of the hall, but most of them appear to be locked-- and those that aren't merely rattle when an attempt is made at opening them-- the locks are broken beyond repair. There's not much to do except keep wandering down that hallway... until finally, a staircase at the very end.]

[Well, explorer? Up or down?]}

[[Or perhaps a bored teenager or a haikyoist who doesn't follow the "Leave only footsteps" motto. Though since this was a dream world, it probably was something far more random and possibly significant, especially it would be pretty weird if it was just some random hobo leaving a voodoo attempt where he was camping.

Basements often held more random encounters, which he wasn't equipped to deal with just yet, and if this place was at all based on Pripyat at all, the basement of the hospital had the strongest radiation...

Up, then. Maybe he could find a window that wasn't frosted to see more where he was.]]

_{[Up he goes.]

[It does seem to be getting lighter... no windows, though. But at least it's not as dark as it would undoubtedly have been down below. The next floor's hallway yields more of the same in terms of unlockable doors and general filth, but there's not much around tha-- oh hell what the shit was that.]

[Shattering the silence, there's an ungodly howl from below. It's not animal-- it's human. Definitely human. And male. ... And angry.]}

[[!

Going to (cautiously) investigate the source of the sound now, keeping the doll close and trying to peer around as to be able to see what on Earth with out being spotted (hopefully.)

His luck was always pretty poor, however. And his hair didn't help any. But something making that sort of sound was likely to be distracted, right?]]

_{[Oh, it was distracted... it was very distracted. The scream itself tapers off after a second or two... but it's followed by slamming, pounding noises-- like someone's throwing an absolute tantrum back down there on the lower floor that Bakura just left. There's a loud CRASH that could only be caused by somebody hurling one of those rickety cots at a wall.]

[There's another outraged howl (although this time, there's what sounds like a few teary sobs at the end of it), and then the sounds of the fit die entirely, save for stomping footsteps fading into the distance.]

[If Bakura's moving towards the source of the sound, it seems to have originated all the way back in the room he first entered... but by the time he sneaks back there, whatever was making all the din was gone. ... But his mess isn't.]

[The beds are overturned and scattered their sheets torn off-- some of the dirtier, more crumbled tiles have been torn up and flung around-- one apparently at the windows, which now have an enormous cobweb of cracks spreading across them. And the corkboard, with all its colorful chaos, has been torn loose, many of its top-layer contents ripped to shreds.]}

[[still holding the doll very close, almost protectively now, he peers into the room, blinking at the destruction before looking down at the doll in his arm, wondering if its removal was the cause and at what sort of strength whatever cause this all must have had. (or if the tiles just had been that loose and it was just the strength of rage)

Had he interrupted someone else's cut-scene? Or had it been something else that drove whomever or whatever that was who'd thrown that tantrum?

... well, the only way to find out was to try and follow after wherever that person had gone, right? Self preservation instinct, what's that?]]

_{[Good thinking, Bakura... you may just be right.]

[The doll, of course, just smiles blankly up at him with its simple :) expression-- it has no answers for him, but then, perhaps the pinholes in its belly and eyes speak for themselves...]

[There doesn't appear to be any more sign of life than there was when he was there the first time, but wherever the... whatever-it-was went, it seemingly left some things in its wake... papers. Papers torn from a journal and thrown haphazardly all around the hallway...]

[INVESTIGATE or simply FOLLOW THE TRAIL?]}

[[Well, there's no timer that he can see, so there'd be no harm taking a moment to investigate before following. Any detail could be a vital clue needed later in the game, after all!]]

_{[The first paper he picks up has only a few words scrawled on it (although the others, should he continue looking, seem to have more). The handwriting is messy, scrawled in a hurry, it looks like. Messy and angry.]}

I tried to help you, it's that thing inside that's stopping us from being together, but you ran away WHY did you run away? Were my gifts not enough? I'll find you I will even if that bastard gets in the way, because I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU and nothing will keep me from you I'll tear that thing out of you if I have to, then we can be together forever.

[[blink blink. Well that was clearly a creepy obsessive stalker. Reminded him a touch of of the more troublesome of his fangirls from two schools ago... enough to make him shudder just a bit.

So the doll was either to represent the person this person though was in the way or the person he was obsessed with. Though if it were the person in the way, the pins would have been in the heart, not the stomach... maybe the person he was obsessed with then.

Odd that he would leave notes... unless he was expecting the person he was obsessed with to be there to find them. Maybe he thought she had taken the doll down?

Either way, he didn't have enough information yet. Time to follow the trail!]]

_{[Who knows... but one thing's clear, and Bakura's already figured that out-- whoever wrote the notes is creepy. Probably not safe, either...]

[But the trail of papers goes on... if he stops to pick any of them up, they'll read a little more coherently, but no less creepily... diary entry upon diary entry extolling the virtues of this mystery person... and occasionally treading into much more perverse territory. These sections are about as romantic and heartwarming as one would expect from someone who had stuffed a doll full of pins and wrote disturbing, stalkerish notes to their supposed 'lover'...]

[But looking over them as he ventures down the hollow halls of this place will give him ONE piece of information, and that is that every one of them is signed with a single name: Stanley Coleman.]}

[[Not that it helps him much since he's never heard that name before. It did give him the realization that fanboys were just as bad as fangirls. And had him wondering if any of his former fanclub members had similar diaries about him. He really hoped not.

He'd have to feel thankful to the Ring forgetting rid of them if he had.

Though it did mean it was just a man. A crazy man, but just a man non the less. Unless he was possessed by something, as long as he was careful, he shouldn't have any trouble, right?]]

_{[Well, let's HOPE that's the case!]

[After awhile, the trail peters out completely... there's just one last slip of paper lying there in the middle of the hallway at the end of the path. The writing on it is neat and elegant, but somehow childlike... it's definitely the same hand as the others, but seemingly written in a calm or happy mood, rather than the angry scrawl that the first note he'd found was in...]}

Pure eyes, blue like a glassy bead---
You are always looking at me
and I am always looking at you.

Ah, you're too meek---
beautiful, unspoiled:
thus I'm so sad, I suffer---
and so happy, it hurts.

I want to hurt you
and destroy myself
What you would think
if you knew how I felt.

Would you simply smile,
not saying a word?
Even curses from your mouth
would be as beautiful as pearls.

I place my left hand on your
face as though we were to kiss.
Then I suddenly shove my thumb
deep into your eyesocket.
Abruptly, decisively,
like drilling a hole.

And what would it feel like?
Like jelly?
Trembling with ecstasy, I obscenely
mix it around and around: I must
taste the warmth of your blood.

How would you scream?
Would you shriek "It hurts!
It hurts!" as cinnabar-red tears
stream from your crushed eye?

You can't know the maddening
hunger I've felt in the midst of
our kisses, so many of them
I've lost count.

As though drinking in your cries,
I bring my hopes to fruition:
biting your tongue, shredding it,
biting at your lips as if tasting
your lipstick.

Oh, what euphoric heights I would
reach, having my desires fulfilled
like a greedy, gluttonous cur.

I longed, too, for your cherry-tinted
cheeks, tasty enough to bewitch my
tongue.
I would surely be healed,
and would cry like a child.

And how is your tender ear?
It brushes against my cheek;
I want it to creep up to my lips so
I can sink my teeth into its flesh.

Your left ear, always hearing words
whispered sweet as pie---
I want it to hear my true feelings.
I never lied, no...
but I did have my secrets.

Ah, but what must you think of me?
Do you hate me? Are you afraid?
As though inviting you to the agony
at the play's end, if you wish, you
could destroy me---I wouldn't care.

As you wish, you may destroy me
---I wouldn't care.

_{[... And scribbled in below that, at the very bottom of the page...]}

Heather I like that name more than your first -Stanley Coleman

[[It's good that he was stopped to read that. He would have stumbled if he hadn't.

He couldn't help but think that if the Ring's voice were to write a love note to someone, it would probably sound a lot like this. Not that he knew much about the Ring's voice to really know, but...

Well, the end result of this game would probably be whomever Heather was causing Stanley's death, that was for certain. Unless there was a sequel. Though really, even if she did kill him, he always could come back for a sequel...

...

This wasn't helpful thinking to be having when he was in this sort of game himself. Focus!

So an eye obsession, judging by the doll and the poem... (Why did that seem to be a common theme? No, don't check for the Eye, even if it's still there, it doesn't matter.)

This was probably the first entry. Before he took any actions. The other notes later on when he pursued her, possibly being rejected, possibly not even being that direct. Though it did sound as if he had regular interaction with her... If she saw him, it wasn't a stalker in the shadows all the time. Though he could just be thinking she saw him, that was how these things went most often!

Probably older than the girl. Larger, stronger, else he wouldn't write about her being so fragile... The person between them... a boyfriend? No, not if she's unspoiled. Maybe a father figure. Then again, another note had said about something inside her... Maybe if that had been after the long note, it might have been a boyfriend who had gotten her pregnant...? Though the atmosphere in the building would suggest something of a more supernatural origin and the imagery seemed wrong for something so mundane. Though the pins were in the doll's stomach...

The creepiness of the note was utterly lost as he pondered the probabilities. Aaa, he loved figuring these things out!]]

_{[Good thinking, Bakura-- you're on the right track on a lot of those. But remember, reading too much into the words of a madman can sometimes lead you away from the truth...]

[It's the last of the papers there, and from this point on, he's back to being trailless... for now, anyway... who knows what he'll find once he keeps going?]}

[[And since he has no other leads, containing on it is! Leaving the creepy note behind, of course.]]

_{[ONWARDS!]

[These decrepit halls seem identical to each other-- there's just not much here to distinguish them... except for the windows, which get progressively fewer and smaller as he goes on... eventually, the windows disappear from the halls' walls entirely, and with no lights... it's pretty dark, and getting darker... but hey, that should be no big deal for YOU, Bakura. Proceed?]}

[[The concern was mostly being able to see... the floor could drop off suddenly and if he couldn't see, he'd be in real trouble!

A slight frown as his hand went to the Ring. He'd gotten it to light up once before in these dreams... maybe...

A deep breath and he closes his eyes in concentration, trying to reach out to the Item. The echoing tone of a wind chime filled his ears as the Ring began to glow with a golden light that bathed his face in eerie shadows.

Exhale. Open eyes. It wasn't much visibility, but enough! All right! Onwards!

... still keeping an eye out for any hole in the floor. And checking the ceiling too.

Just in case.]]

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Haikyo = the exploration of abandoned places

I learn something new every day!

There are some amazing blogs on it. Tooons of photos :D Will suck hours of your life away :D

I've seen a few before! Abandoned themeparks are the spookiest. XD

I'm a big fan of the abandoned hospitals. :) Theme parks are often creepy empty even when new ;)

Oh god, empty hospitals are terrifying. XD Common theme in Silent Hill.

One of these days maybe I'll play those games... but my attention span is too short :)

HAHA yeah they can get tedious, especially if you get lost.

Getting lost/stuck = top reason for me giving up a game. Reasons I barely finish any ^^;;;

HAHA I KNOW RIGHT. ;-; It's so frustrating.

That's why I've never finished the one pokemon game I have. No idea what to do to get where I need.

Oh god, I was stuck on Pokemon Diamond forEVER because I couldn't figure out how to get somewhere ;-

I wonder if it's the same spot since that's the one I have.

The mountain before you get to Team Galactic?

I'm not even sure any more, been too long :)

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