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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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_{[The shadow doesn't appear to be capable of any expression apart from that silent stare, but at the very least... she doesn't seem angry. She tilts her head just so at the teary response-- as though confused, or just curious.]

[But in reply, she holds up a hand-- the one she rubbed the horse's nose with. There's blood on it, like what came off on Rise's hand when she laid one of her own on an unfortunate horse's hide.]

[Then she raises the gun once more and mimes pointing it to her own temple.]}

Edited 2011-06-30 01:51 (UTC)

[ and that's when Rise moves, one hand curling around the shadow's wrist, eyes glittering with tears and shaking her head fiercely. ]

No. Please, just... no...

_{[The shadow actually TAKES A STEP BACK at that, raising and splaying both hands, letting the gun point away again-- like a WHOA CHILL BRO gesture. There's liquid in your eyes and that's freaky. 8(]

[She lifts her other hand again, showing the blood. Then gestures with it towards the horse that she just-- ... well, there's no way to put it nicely-- she'd killed it.]

[The hook that had been dragging it brutally up and down through the air had ceased movement, as had the body itself-- it hung still and stiff, now an inanimate-- grisly, but blessedly inanimate-- decoration.]

[Then, broadly, the shadow of Heather Mason gestured around them-- to the other horses, which were still very much alive... jittering, quaking, and bleeding.]

[And then, still with Rise's hand clamped on her wrist, she lifts the gun to her temple and makes a popping sound with her lips-- with a little imagination, it could resemble the sound of a gunshot.]}

I get it.

[ it's little more than a faint, broken whisper. She'd realized immediately, a split second after it had sank in that the horses were alive, that there was no possible way to save them, to remove them without killing them.

But this hurts. ]

I get it, but... they didn't...

[ the horses were innocent. Someone had deliberately done this to them, ensuring that the most humane way to free them was to rob them of life. ]

_{[The creature only nods. That's it. That's it exactly.]

[Of course it hurts... that's what this place is made of. Tainted with. Every inch of it... pain.]}

... Let me talk to them? [ she at least wants to do that much. Even if reassurances fall on deaf ears. ]

_{[She nods again.]

[And then, curiously, points to the knife in Rise's hand.]

[... No, Memory of Alessa... she wasn't offering to help put the horses down. :(]}

... [ and she shakes her head, wearily. Resigned. ]

No. I can't.

_{[The beast shrugs a little, as though to say 'well, all right', before turning and starting to walk up to the next horse... looking over her shoulder once she gets there to see if Rise has followed.]}

[ she's followed. With tiny steps and looking highly unnerved and still a sniffly mess, but worry not, she's present. ]

_{[Poor Rise... it'll be over soon, promise...]

[The creature with Heather's face and body is once again busying herself with checking on the gun-- but she IS waiting, as graciously as it's possible for anything here to be, for Rise to talk to the doomed animal, which is jittering helplessly as it's yanked up and down by the cruel ride.]}

[ oh god the nightmares-- but she steels herself, laying a hand on the horse's quivering muzzle as it rises and plunges. She doesn't try to cup it, preferring not to add any additional pressure, instead quietly murmuring reassurances. And apologies. Soft praises about what a brave horse it is, and that it's not going to be alone.

Perhaps ineffectual, but she doesn't want to do nothing. ]

_{[No, Rise, it does mean something. It's probably more kindness than those poor things have ever been shown in their miserable lives... if existing in a nightmare could count as a life. Because hey, there's no way this could have really happened, right? ... Right?]

[The memory of Alessa waits patiently until it seems like Rise has said all she wanted to say. ... Then, she'll be motioning for Rise to move aside... and repeating the same motions she did with the first.]}

[ there's only a minuscule flinch this time; Rise's moving on to the next horse, because goddammit, she's going to speak to all of them. No matter how long it takes, even with her ears ringing and her vision made blurry because this is a nightmare and it's far too vivid and cruel and she can't wake up from it. ]

_{[From horse to horse they go... each death plays out more or less the same. The shadow of Heather Mason waits patiently for Rise to say her words, and then takes the life.]

[If it's any comfort... when each horse dies, there is a certain peace that seeps in that was not there in any way, shape or form before... although the bodies remain in stiff, fancy poses, somehow the pain-wracked tension that filled them from hoof to head is gone. There is no excuse for or comfort from the cruelty of this place, but at least this is the far lesser of two evils...]

[Eventually, all the horses are still and silent. And once the last one's life slips away, the ride begins to slow to a halt, the music growing slow and warped as it winds down.]}

[ her throat aches when she finishes, and everything inside just feels... numb, except it still hurts, and she wishes it didn't, but Rise doesn't cry when she steps back from the last writhing horse, when the gunshot drowns out the music, when the music slowly twists itself down into silence and she's left standing there with a burned creature who showed mercy by killing.

In a sense, she feels the same way she did when she returned to Inaba, amplified by thirty. Too weary to force a smile, too sad to care, and once the carousel stops, she lowers her head and regards the floor with dark, dull eyes.

It's over. They're not hurting anymore, and it's that one fact that she holds onto. ]

_{[Beside her, the shadow crouches, elbows resting on her knees as the ride slows completely to a stop. As stated earlier, she doesn't seem to be capable of much in the way of facial expression, but she looks oddly perky as she tilts her head to the side in curiosity. It's not often she has company in here!]

[Rise gets another awkward hand-on-the-shoulder for her efforts.]}

Edited 2011-07-04 02:00 (UTC)

[ Rise doesn't move to dislodge the hand, but neither does she speak. This is too much to take in with anyone remotely resembling a smile. And she has no idea how to get out. At least Heather's Shadow doesn't seem interested in hurting her. ]

_{[.... 8I .... oh god did I break it.]

[The hand gives Rise's shoulder a slight shake-- it's a bit rough, but only due to the fact that this thing... doesn't seem to have any kind of experience whatsoever with touching other people in a way that doesn't involve violence of some kind.]}

[ that provokes a wince before she abruptly stands up, voice soft and hoarse, but ultimately steady. ]

Do you know how to get out?

_{[The figure nods.]

[... But then holds out a hand. ... She wants the knife back.]}

[ gladly. Rise at least knows this gesture and is more than happy to place that thing back on her palm. ]

_{[She takes the knife with a businesslike manner, then beckons a little with it and heads to the edge of the carousel, stepping off of it and back onto the rusty grated floor of the themepark.]

[She keeps the gun and knife at hand as she starts, alertly, to lead Rise away from the ride.]}

[ well, there's no helping anything else. She's slowly going to start following the creature. ]

_{[AND SO THEY GO.]

[Through the park, between the stationary rides, past all the rust and dust and dead bunny mascots... The Memory doesn't say a word the whole time, although she continually checks over her shoulder (and all around... as though anticipating that something might be lurking near by) for Rise with those eerie sunset eyes.]

[But eventually an arch looms up out of the darkness-- the entrance to the park, though not the one that Rise got in through.]}

70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]

;-; RISE BB IT'S GONNA BE OKAY

NO IT'S NOT ;^;

rise you are tearing me apaht

what a funny story

O HI MARC

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