foolishwren | 70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]

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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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[ sheryl almost lets out a scream upon hearing the voice but instead simply drops the receiver, taking a step back from it, a hand over her mouth. she can still hear the voice even from a few feet away, holding that mocking tone. ]

Wha -- What the heck was that?

_{[The phone swings on its cord and whacks a couple of times against the booth it's hanging from. The voice on the other end seems to find this incredibly amusing, because it laughs.]}

Aw... I didn't scare you, did I?

[ sheryl would have walked away, thinking that the line was simply being stupid and she shouldn't waste her time. she really would have. if she didn't hear that mocking voice over the phone line. infuriated over the voice, she storms over back to the booth, grabs the handset and starts her tirade. ]

That's not even funny, you jerk! If this is a prank call, I'm not falling for it again!

_{[Oh boy! Here we go.]

[She may be fairly unhappy with the voice's response, which is to start laughing again. It's an unpleasant, nasal sound-- like an overly-stereotypical nerd watching a Monty Python marathon.]}

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Didn't mean to be ruuude.

I just wanted to wish you a happy thirty-fourth birthday! ... Or is it fortieth? I always get so confused...

[ even without the person (if there really IS one there) seeing, she rolls her eyes anyway. ]

Ha-ha. [ sarcastically put. ] You need to try harder than that.

Harder? Whatever do you mean?

_{[... the voice replies innocently. Then it pauses for a second... before laughing.]}

OH, that's right, I remember that name you went by, now.

They named you Cheryl.

[ she almost drops the phone again. almost. but if that person (or someone else) were there, they will see the horrified expression on sheryl's face. how did he know? sure it isn't how her name is pronounced but it's close enough. close enough for her to know that this isn't a joke at all. despite her hand shaking, she calms herself down and makes sure that her voice stays emotionless as ever. ]

Who is this? Who am I talking to?

_{[Definitely not a joke. ... Or if it is... it's not a very nice one. The voice takes on a simpering tone.]}

You don't remember me? Oh, I'm hurt... that really hurts me.

[ another eyeroll. ]

I sure don't remember meeting anyone as rude as you.

Oh, don't be like that, honeybunch.

I was just calling to help you celebrate!

[ she cringes at the "pet name" and fights the urge to just slam the phone back into the booth. she doesn't. she's far too proud to do that. ]

It's not even my birthday. You must've gotten me wrong.

Oh, don't be silly. Of course it's your birthday.

Now, what does the birthday girl want for a present?

To give pain, or receive it? You can have whichever one you HATE the most!

_{[And there it goes, lapsing into that obnoxious nasal laughter again.]}

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[ her eyes widen at that for a moment, her mouth opening to retort angrily. there's still her pride admittedly but then, to be threatened by harm -- that's something that never sits well with her. ]

The only present I want from you is for you to shut up!

Do you really think you're hilarious? Hilariously crazy, if anything.

Ooh, you're mad!

_{[The voice sounds delighted.]}

You always were an angry soul.

Always? [ wha -- ]

Who wouldn't be mad anyway? Do you hear what you're saying?

Now, now... let's not point fingers...

You still have to decide what you want as your surprise.

Like I said, I don't want any surprises, especially not from you.

[ aaaand then she hangs up, pretty much slamming the handset back in the booth. well, that was -- creepy enough but sheryl's too mad to ponder on it for the next few moments, storming away from the phone booth. she's had far too much annoying experiences for the day (or at least, it felt like a day in this dream world thing) and this one didn't help. ]

_{[Awww Sheryl. Don't you like your new friend? :(]

[But the phone doesn't ring again-- silence resumes its role as the leading actor on this gloomy stage... the road ahead is filthy and littered with garbage aplenty, though there's no wind to rustle any of it...]}

[ clearly she doesn't. still pondering on that phone call, sheryl doesn't pay attention to the direction she's headed, mostly down the dimly street. only after a few moments of walking, grumbling under her breath, that she realizes that she hasn't been noticing where she was headed to. she stops in her tracks and looks around her, freezing on her spot where she stands. there are several doors around her from abandoned stores, one of which she starts to approach just to make sure that there's no one there. ]

_{[Wouldn't you know it... she's apparently wandered away from that pristine little square, and the town's classiness has taken a serious downturn. Is this downtown? It definitely looks like it. The picturesque colonial buildings have been replaced with large brick ones, with dark windows and rusty fire escapes. Alleys sit here and there between them, and ahead, a traffic light blinks on and off brokenly.]

[There's even more garbage here... everywhere.]

[... And strangely... it smells sort of like smoke.]}

[ sheryl wrinkles her nose, both from the sight and smell of the garbage. ]

Seriously. People should at least clean this place up before abandoning it.

[ unreasonable, yes. especially since she's no idea why the place is deserted anyway. she easily avoids the litter all around her, warily walking down the alley, sometimes jumping once in a while whenever she would hear something weird. of course, she's all alone; how can there be anyone or anything there? ]

What's -- that smell?

[ she tilts her head slightly to smell the air, following the scent. was something burning? ]

_{[... Yes. Something WAS burning.]

[At first it's just a smoky smell... not unlike a fireplace, or the smell one might catch if someone down the street is burning a leaf pile. But the further she walks, the more... fleshy... the smell gets. Flesh and rubber... that's what it smells like is burning.]}

[ it's been a long time since sheryl's smelled something burning. she's constantly smelled pollution, smoke, exhausts from cars and factories that littered galaxy -- but never from an open fire. and this kind of smell has never brought her good memories. she breaks into a run as the smell gets stronger, exiting out of the alley. ]

_{[The main road is little better, although by this point, the garbage is starting to look a little.... charred.]

[And as she goes further down the road, small licks of flame rise up from the road, burning in place-- ... are those footprints? .... Footprints that are on fire?]}

[ the garbage, sheryl barely pays attention to it anymore. she continues running further down the road -- only to completely stop upon seeing the footsteps on the ground and take a step back from it. surprised. uncertain. what could make those footprints anyway? and they were on fire.

but instead of simply walking away, sheryl proceeds to exit the road, easily avoiding the fiery footprints but following them all the same. somehow, she feels a cold chill down her spine, half expecting where those footprints came from. ]

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