70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[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:]</sub>

Fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh.

<sub>[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.]</sub>

[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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[foolishwren]

<sub>[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.]</sub>

[restardom.livejournal.com]

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

[foolishwren]

<sub>[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.]</sub>

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ for her part, Rise's too worn out to be properly creeped out by burned not!Heather and her empty eyes, not when there's still something about her that's reminiscent of her friend. She stops in front of the arch, head tilted up, before she turns to the shadow expectantly. ]

... This?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[That's probably a good thing-- because eerie appearance or not, the Memory of Alessa means Rise no harm. She might be a monster... but she wasn't like the other ones here.]

[She nods.]</sub>

[restardom.livejournal.com]

... [ a pause, and then she takes a deep breath, turning to face her fully. ]

Thank you.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[At those two words, the shadow's face twitches-- the corners of her mouth are pulling upwards ever so slightly. It makes some of those sores on her face ooze, but she doesn't seem to notice or care.]

[Lifting one hand, she gives another sort of wave that is, once again, almost painfully reminiscent of the Heather that Rise knows-- as if to say 'Aw shucks, it was nothin'']</sub>