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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_{[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.]]

_{[There don't seem to be any holes in the floor or ceiling (YET...), but Bakura may notice that the state of decay and filth, already fairly advanced in this building, seems to be getting worse and worse... but at least he's getting somewhere, right?]

[The halls stretch on for awhile, lined with doors that won't open-- ... until one... um, IS?]

[One door stands open, and there's a flickering light emanating from inside, as well as sounds of movement. There is most DEFINITELY someone in there.]}

[[Time to stuff the Ring under his shirt to hide the glow (since he wasn't sure how to turn it OFF again...) and peek cautiously in the door, doll still firmly tucked in his elbow. Hopefully out of sight.]]

_{[Oh, he's out of sight... which could work for OR against him should he decide to reveal himself to--]

[... A girl! She's got her back to the door and a flashlight in hand-- she's rummaging through some cabinet, taking bottles and boxes and either discarding them or slipping them into the puffy pockets on her white vest. ... Huh. White vest... green skirt... blond hair... LOOK FAMILIAR.]}

[[A quick look down to the doll to confirm. Huh. How about that.

Well, may as well! He takes a step into the room where he can be seen and calls out, tone a bit soft.]]

Aa-- excuse me...

_{[The reaction is instantaneous.]

[The girl whips around with a ka-click-- aaaaaand now there's a gun pointed at Bakura's head, while the girl looks him up and down shrewdly-- oh. Okay. He's not a monster. ... But she keeps the gun pointed anyway.]}

...

[[Oh shi--

He freezes, barely daring to even breathe at first.

Not the brightest move, it seems...]]

S-- sorry, I didn't-- didn't mean to... [[he falters a bit. Was it true what they said about if you die in a dream, you die in real life? He really hoped not! Not that he was in any hurry to test it out...]]

_{[Silly Bakura, don't you know it's not a good idea to sneak up on people in survival horror games?]

[She steps forward jerks the gun, indicating that he should step the hell back in return so that she can get a better look at him. Still not saying anything, though-- ... well. At least until she sees that doll tucked in the crook of his arm.]

[Her eyes narrow.]

[He'll probably be able to figure out the conclusion she's jumping to even BEFORE she speaks in a voice that can only be described as a snarl.]}

Stanley.

[[He was trying not to sneak up on her once she realized she was there! He just... sometimes fails. Okay, often fails. His luck is pretty bad.

He blinks once before OH RIGHT THAT CREEP oh shit she didn't think he was...?]]

I'm not him! [[protests quickly, just in case. He had no idea what this guy even LOOKED like, and he was pretty sure no one else had his hair, but games and dreams were weird!]] I think he went this way, though... there were pages and pages of his diary going this way. [[and he's going to shift to very carefully hold the doll out to her]] This was on a board with pins on it... I didn't want it to stay like that, so I took it down.

_{[Oh yes, she totally DID. Because for all his lurking, all his notes and presents and creepy diary entries, Heather had never seen him. Just known he was nearby... watching. And probably naked.]

[Her eyes flick down to the doll, then back up to Bakura.]}

... Yeah. Saw that earlier. Was creeped the fuck out, so I left it.

_{[But on second thought, while the fact that it exists at all is pretty creepy, she supposes she'd rather carry it herself than leave it in the grip of Stanley-- or anything else.]

[So she reaches out and takes it-- hastily, immediately drawing her hand back as though she thought he might try to grab her or something if she lingered near his too long. She still has the gun aimed at him.]}

If you're not Stanley-- and I'm not entirely sure you're NOT-- then who the hell ARE you?

[[makes noooo moves until the doll's taken and then he slowly returns his arm to his side. Does not want to be shot, thank you very much]]

Bakura Ryou. [[bows a little on reflex.]] And it's better to not to leave it with the pins in it in case he was trying voodoo. Even if not, it's just not a nice thing to do to a doll, especially to one that looks like a person.

... Bakura.

_{[She repeats the name, sounding a little skeptical. On one hand, she still couldn't be sure this wasn't some kind of ruse to gain her trust... but on the other... Bakura? That didn't sound like a name Stanley would invent...]}

[[a small nod]] Un. Baku as in tapir and Ra as in good. [[not that he thought she was curious about the kanji, but... and since he was pretty sure this was a fellow dreamer and not an NPC...]] Arrived in Johto-- aaa, I think it's been almost two months already! [[he rubbed the back of his neck a little. He hadn't realized it had been that long already!]]

_{[She continues to glare at him suspiciously, up until the point at which he mentions Johto. Then realization flashes across her face and she lowers the gun. Johto. That's right. This wasn't really Silent Hill. This was just some screwed-up nightmare, like the other ones she'd been having...]}

Oh.

... Sorry.

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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