Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2011-06-20 03:24 pm
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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!]
[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!]
[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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[Still, the jabbing at the relatively-frail legs of the beast made it tip in balance slightly, although as if it knew what he was doing, it lets out a bellow and swings its club-like arms mightily at him, barreling forwards.]
[... It's then that he might notice the long slits on the end of each club... with something dangerously sharp-looking starting to protrude from each one...]
I decided to let him keep his healing powers, so free rein to cause any injuries you want !
Well you're just fucking full of surprises, aren't you.
[Envy's pretty sure that the monster doesn't even understand what he says, but bluffing and talking certainly makes him feel better.]
8D WILL DO
[If he's lucky, he'll be able to recoil quickly enough to avoid a deep cut on his leg-- but if not, that leg is in some deep trouble.]
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[Although even before he's stood up, there are white crackles of light around the injury and it begins healing, the skin and muscle knitting back together even though his leg is still covered in blood. He spares a thought that at least he's lucky in one way in this place. His next is that he might be able to use this. He continues to favor the leg heavily and obviously, hoping the monster isn't smart enough to figure out what that light had meant underneath the blood.]
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[The Closer lets out a jittery bugle at the noise and the jabs, and sort of-- ... well, goes berserk. Flipping the gurney, stomping and flailing wildly with both its oddly-pointed feet AND the bludgeoning, meaty arms. It's aiming to trample whatever's underfoot and it's probably doing a pretty good job at it.]
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[Which, as he decides as he's being effectively trampled, had not come out in his favor. He hasn't been injured this much since before he came to Johto, and it hurts and there's blood everywhere and he's pretty sure he's going to die at least once. But he'll keep trying to crawl out from underneath the monster whenever he can actually move, not caring which side he comes out on so long as he gets out.]
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[No matter which side he emerges on, if he wants to get away long enough to heal without having the damage instantly re-done, is best bet is to make like a tree and GET OUTTA THERE!]
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[Finally, he manages to get out from under the monster, and you know what? He is so done with this fight. He'll count on it staying confused and going nuts while he makes a run for it down the hall. He doesn't want to go into any of the rooms, since he doesn't know that it wouldn't be able to follow him in and trap him, but surely there must be doors into other halls somewhere.]
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[And the further he goes, the narrower the hall gets ... and the beast is still behind him, slamming its arms on the walls as it goes.]
[There is a small door at the very end of the hall.]
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[And hey, one last available door to try before he has to turn back around and find a way to either kill that thing back there or die a lot of times trying. He grabs the door and yanks, remembering how difficult it was to open the door out of that room before.]
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[GET THEE THROUGH THE DOOR, SON. The monster's on your heels.]
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Great, now where am I...?
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[It'll take his eyes a moment to adjust to the almost non-existent light-- but when they do, he'll note that he's in a tiny wood-lined room, not much bigger than a walk-in closet. The air is stuffy and oppressive.]
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[It's about ten minutes, most of which he spends unhappily pacing around the room and sometimes kicking at the walls in frustration, before he tries to push the door open just enough to see out.]
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[... And opening the door reveals an empty hallw-- NO JUST KIDDING HI ENVY IT'S ME YOUR BEST FRIEND CLOSER I'M STILL HERE :D]
[The creature's big meaty arms promptly thud with mighty strength down onto the door, sending it shut again-- hopefully not on his fingers. It would seem that it wants him in there... for some reason.]
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[Followed by some more frustrated kicking and punching the walls. Envy is the most mature. Eventually, though, nervousness about being trapped in this room indefinitely starts to seriously compete with his anger about it. His pacing around starts to take on a sense of 'trapped animal', and he's still occasionally lashing out at the walls just to let off steam. But he'll start looking at those writings more closely, trying to decipher anything that might potentially help him out.]
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[Along with 'kill', a few other words jump out here and there...]
[WITCH ... THIEF.... FREAK...]
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[He wonders if the person doing the writing had been the subject of the words on the wall, or if they had been railing at someone else. Still though, while 'witch' and 'thief' don't mean so much to him, 'freak' isn't a word that he much likes staring him in the face when he's already on edge and trapped. He really just wants out, so he presses his ear to the door to see if he can hear his buddy the monster.]
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[In any case, as though sensing his ear against the door... Envy will be greeted with another WHAM as the thing's arm slams into the door forcefully. NOPE. YOU GOTTA STAY IN THERE LOL.]
[Perhaps it hadn't wanted to kill him to begin with... maybe it had just wanted to herd him towards that room...]
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[He still doesn't really think it understands him, but you know what? HE JUST WANTS TO YELL AT SOMETHING. It distracts him from the stifling air and the darkness and the words on the wall and how there doesn't seem to be any way out of this situation.]
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[But either way... it's not letting him out.]
[The minutes will pass. It's getting hot and stuffy in there... and... somehow smaller...]
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[The thought crosses his mind that of course a place like this would have some kind of freakish magical shrinking closet. Either way, an edge of panic is beginning to creep in. Envy hates being trapped. He starts cursing, shouting to be let out and banging around on all the walls. He's half hoping that maybe there's something on the other side of another wall that he could break through into.]
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[The air is getting thick. ... And smoky. That deep woody smell is almost cloying.]
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