foolishwren | 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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[Ritz is humming a song- it's not particularly bad, all things considered, but that may be because the set of lyrics she got was in a fairly safe dream-world. A kiddie-pool, if you will. No bawdy ballads about the sailor and the fishwife here!]

[She's used to quiet, or has gotten used to relative quiet, but that's 'quiet with animal sounds'. This quiet has her on-edge and nervous, and wishing desperately that she still had Femme Fatale with her. The teenager jumps nearly a mile at the sounds, and then laughs. It's silly. Just noises that, really, she might have been expecting. She moves more carefully after that, her stance more ready for combat. Silly she might be for jumping, but she doesn't know what could be around the next corner.]

[The might-be animal noise has her shifting more to the balls of her feet and running lightly- she can cover quite a bit of ground that way, and as an added bonus, it makes less noise than the heavy thud of allowing her whole foot to impact.]

_{[Eventually? The strange metallic sounds (and the occasional low, organic noises behind them), cease, and the only sound accompanying her is the quiet patter of her own feet.]

[Welcome back to Alone. ... If she really IS alone, anyway...]}

[Ritz almost misses the noise. Almost. As it is, she's going to keep up a fairly decent clip because she wants out of this place as soon as possible. ]

[She's going to look around for something- anything- to pick up that she can use to defend herself. Having something in her hands would help take some of the edge off of her nerves. She got used to having a weapon of her own, and not having one rattles her nerves as-is.]

_{[Hm, nothing around... nothing... nothing-- OOH, HEY LOOK. A chunk of steel piping, lying over on the ground in a pile of trash near the edge of the wall. PICK IT UP Y/N?]}

[HELL YES. I mean. Yeah, Ritz is totally going to grab for that piping and swing it experimentally. If it's too heavy, she may end up leaving it again, but it's at least something!]

_{[It's fairly heavy, but not unusable. If anything, it'll pack a punch.]

[But against what...?]

[The tunnel ahead looms wide and empty ... lit only by that sort of unearthly light that doesn't seem to have much of a source... it's whatever dim illumination can filter in through the tiny holes and gaps to whatever outside there may be.]}

70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]

...that's just evil. XD Sayonara, sleep.

Be glad I didn't link to the "Brookhaven" track from the movie.

I AM. Also, sorry on the late. ;; ---AHHAUTOPLAY. AAAAAGHHH

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