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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It's not a fucking puzzle.
[... Not that Silent Hill didn't HAVE puzzles...]
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He shrinks back slightly]]
I-- I just meant...
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This is a place made possible solely by the fact that the people in this town are fucked-up beyond belief, not a freaking Chuck E. Cheese.
People DIE in here.
If I'm gonna stick my neck out for you to get you outta here, I'd better not have to listen to how exciting~ it all is, got it?
[MEOW. Somebody took their Bitch Pills this morning, apparently.]
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S-- sorry...
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[Heather glares a second or two longer, before turning back to the rest of the hallway.]
We're not here to have fun.
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You're not from around here, and this isn't a tourist attraction!
[... Unbeknownst to either of them,
their argumentHeather's lecture's attracted some unwanted attention from the shadows...]no subject
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EXCEPT SHE TECHNICALLY IS LOLOLOLOLOL SAINT ALESSA LOL), and in THIS little upcoming scenario, it's her fault more than his that there's something lurking ever closer to them.][She's already opening her mouth to either tell him to 'STOP FUCKING APOLOGIZING' or just deliver another scathing remark, when another sound joins the discussion. A burst of sharp radio static, emanating from one of her pockets.]
[O-oh. :I; Well, shit.]
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hadn't ever played this game beforewasn't sure what things were yet, a sudden noise where there hadn't been one before...Quickly tucking the Ring away under his shirt and moving a bit behind Heather. Where did he put that knife... ... how did he open that knife again? Crap!
Really REALLY wishing he knew how to work the Ring now. Turning monsters into dolls would be insanely helpful!
... wait. Did monsters have souls? Crap! Even the Ring would be no help! (as if it ever was...)]]
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[His immediate impulse is correct, because the first thing Heather does is throw out an arm and mutter 'Get the knife out' before clicking the light off again. Not that it'll do much good-- if something's close enough to be setting off the radio, it's probably already seen them.]
[And sure enough, there's a deep, groaning gurgle from further down the hallway, along with the shafing sound of something being dragged across the floor.]
Actually, there is one thing the Ring CAN do...Force field push! Which may happen if needed later :D
He put a hand over his chest, where the Ring lay, heart pounding loudly in his ears in a mix of excitement and anxiety. Another zombie type? Sounded like. Oh man, he wished he could see in the dark, what did this one look like? Something hideous, oozing and decaying? That would be so cool! ...as long as it didn't attack.]]
OH BOY
[It's bigger, for one thing... the footfalls it makes as it shuffles closer shake the floor, and in the dim light, a hulking, shadowy figure can be (barely) seen looming in the narrow hallway.]
[Heather backs up, nudging Bakura backwards as well with her arm, which is spread in front of him. No matter how pissed she is, she doesn't want her companion dead. She's holding her breath and stepping softly, just on the off-chance that it hasn't actually seen them and they can get away quietly...]
[But no such luck.]
[The figure, twice as tall as either of them, lifts a strange, elongated head in the darkness and snuffles, as though sniffing the air.]
So, if it looks like they're utterly boned... they have an out! :D
He shuffles back, eyes almost glued on that shadowy figure, mingled feelings of 'THIS IS SO COOL' and 'OH CRAP' running around screaming in his brain. It was sort of a shame the word 'Sugoi' didn't quite translate right. 'Awesome' was almost right but this... this was pants shitting amazing.]]
Gotcha!
[Which is why, as she continues to try and back Bakura down the hallway, her other hand is pointing the gun straight at it. The pipe... will simply not do for something this size.]
[The thing continues to sniff at the air... and then, quite abruptly, it becomes apparent that it knows exactly where they are, and it's very, very interested.]
[With a horrendous sound that could not possibly be further, be less human than the raspy hyperventilation of the nurse, it charges forward, swinging a disgustingly meaty, clublike arm.]
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As 'Sounds to very quickly run away from' went, that one was pretty high. Scrambling to get the hell out of the way and hoping to hell Heather is going to do the same.]]
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*pulls from anime canon. Because this happens, poor bastard :D*
-- depends on his foot not catching on a bit of nothing and sending him flying for a terrifyingly long 3 seconds before the ground starts rushing for him.
Oh shi---]]
HAHAH I've only seen YGO Abridged BUT I REMEMBER THE TRIPPING
[What happens when someone in front of you falls and you're running with your head turned to look behind you? ... You trip over them.]
[And fall.]
FUCK!!
[Heather's sent sprawling, and the monster is bearing down on top of them with its clublike arms bludgeoning....]
He has the worst luck in so many ways :D
And the rest of the thought is cut off by the oh god it's RIGHT THERE--
There's a moment of terrified stillness before there's a burning golden light that near erupts from his chest, slamming into the monster before it can touch him.
What-- what on Earth...?!]]
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[Something sharp slips out of the end of one of its clublike arms and sticks into the floor, screeching like nails on a chalkboard as it's dragged.]
[Meanwhile, Heather is struggling to her feet, grabbing for her gun-- which had fallen when she tripped.]
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With his luck? Both.
But amazingly, whatever the Ring's doing holds as he scrambles to his feet. Have to wait for Heather, what kind of a jerk would he be to just run off now?]]
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--Okay, as soon as we get out of here, you're gonna explain to me what the FUCK that thing is!
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[[aka, if you going to kill that thing, now would be the time...]]
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Is that-- ... thing gonna make the bullets ricochet?
[SHE HAD TO ASK. Because the last thing she wanted is to somehow shoot herself in the foot because of some weird supernatural power at play that she wasn't familiar with...]
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Hahah I totally typed 'Stanley' instead of 'Bakura' in that last tag, that's embarrassing :I
I was wondering there a moment. :D No worries!
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What does it say about Bakura's live that I have fitting icons for this?