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Post by B on Mar 8, 2008 0:05:37 GMT -5
(Nick's dream.)
The muffled sounds of explosions and gunfire filled the already fragile ears of the man. A weight sat on his head. He had his hands on it, was a Kevlar helmet. The man looked up to see a familiar man wearing sergeant stripes standing and firing. The sergeant fell back by the man. The man jumped out from his hiding spot and fired. A muffled clank and the man looked to see a grenade. The sergeant pushed the man out of the way and fell on the contraption. You don't need to hear to know what happened. The man looked to his friend who was just blown in half. The man grabbed the sergeant's hand and began dragging him to safety. Before long he fell into mud and looked down at the man again. It was obvious he was dead but the man decided to turn him over anyways. Eyeless sockets stared back at him as the half of map lunged up. The man fell into the mud behind him and was consumed by it. His eyes were closed tight.
When his eyes opened he was at his house. Not in his bed, he was standing outside the doorway. He pulled open the nod, not noting that there was no familiar click as the lever slid from the frame. He pushed the door open, again not noting the familiar creak it makes as its rusty joints were put to work. Black, muddy combat boots stepped through the doorway from the living world into the world of despair, mud carelessly attaching to the brown fibers beneath the midnight leather. The smell of coffee was easily enough to catch. He smiled and waited at the door a few minutes. When nothing happened he could feel his mouth moving to form the words that would name his wife, but no words came. He walked into the kitchen and saw the coffee pot set to boil but no wife to tend to it or drink it. He shut down the machine. He left the kitchen and headed upstairs to his room. He stood in awe at his doorway, looking at the white figure laying on the bed. He was going to touch her hand when she leaped up, eyeless sockets staring at her. The familiar and well loved woman lunged at him. He fought her off and she fell back on the bed in the same position he had found her. Suddenly his muscles locked up and he roared with pain, though his screams were only muffled. He fell to the ground, expecting to feel the soft fibers of his rug but instead he fell on something softer, yet damp.
He sat up, having been released from the pain. He looked around him to see green until a small dirt road caught his view. He was sitting in grass. He stood and swiped an aged hand across his pants. A creaked startled him and he snapped his head up to a wooden sign swaying with the wind. The words on it were "Waynon". He took a few steps into the dirt road when suddenly the wind grew fierce, he closed his eyes as not to let any dust make a home of them and when he opened them he noticed a deep fog had enveloped him. Not much could be seen. He walked into what he knew was a town. He looked to left and saw the outline of an old house, he didn't think much of it. He continued. Soon enough he found himself in front of that familiar church he's been seeing in his dreams. He entered it rather quickly.
Inside the fog was just as strong and he saw a figure in the shape of a human. His wife? He walked rather quickly towards the figure until he found it was just a metal altar. He gazed at the questionable book. Was it really a book? It had pages but they were metal too. More like razor blades, ones he would normally use to shave his face. He was going to reach for it when the scene suddenly changed and he was back in front of the chapel. "Come see us. Your wife awaits you..." A little girl with cherry red hair stood, her classy gown reaching to where her socks were seen and then her black buckled shoes ended her form. Her blue eyes, calm smile warmed him, it reminded him of his now-grown children. "She wants to see you. Come to us."
Suddenly he awoken, thinking the dream was over, he looked at the foot of his bed and the girl was there, a gun in her hands, dangling and not aimed at anything. She smiled and placed the gun under the mattress. The dream finally ended...
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Post by B on Mar 8, 2008 15:55:54 GMT -5
"Wait, wait, wait." Vibe insisted as Selene left. "When can I speak to her?" He asked impatiently. "In due time Vibe. Please, it would be best if you entered and warm yourself up. The chill is getting piercing." She said with an innocent face. Vibe was going to continue the insistence but halted himself and entered. "I'll be in shortly, there are things that need my attention." Lyra called to him and walked away.
(Super filler. =O)
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Post by D on Mar 8, 2008 16:48:29 GMT -5
"When will she be back?"
"Tomorrow." A man said while he held a cup of a warm, red liquid. He took a sip from the cup and closed his steel blue eyes.
"Why has she traveled to their world? What is so interesting?"
"I don't know. You may go see her, high priestess." He said to the woman in front of him. The man stood up and ran his hand through his short and untidy, auburn hair. "But...why...my high priestess...why would you... of all people... care? You normally wouldn't care too much."
"..." The woman didn't answer.
"Hmm. I shall go check then..."
"de Silva..." The high priestess called to him. "Acruxio V. de Silva..."
"What is it?"
"You only have a short period of time to stay there...Tell the woman to come back soon. She hasn't told anyone else of her action...so one will expect some to look."
"Yes, my high priestess." Before leaving the room, he grabbed his long, black trench coat and pulled it over his crimson long-sleeved dress shirt. When he finally stepped out of the room, he fixed his solid black tie, and made sure his black pants and shoes were alright. Acruxio wanted himself to be presentable to High Priestess Lyra.
"Wait! Who will open it for you?" The high priestess grabbed him by his shoulder.
"Please do..." He said before smiling and she whispered a few words into his ear. She then touched his cheek and then gently pushed him. "You shouldn't do so in front of the others...But I shall be going now." Acruxio walked away from the building and into the foggy night. He knew where to go and how to get there. It was getting colder, but the fog seemed to be getting thinner. Yes, he was there, but he had very little time.
"Hmmm...Lady Vanessca...Could these strangers be here because of your work?" He spoke quietly to her. He stepped from the darkness and then revealed himself to Lyra. "You must have enjoyed playing with them...Is there more to come?" He asked the questions, but he expected no answer from her. Acruxio smiled. "The other...has asked about you..." He was chuckling now. "To make her seem as if she is really that high up...I enjoy playing with her...but that is not why I am here...I am to ask the time you shall come back and what exactly you have in plan, Lady Vanessca..."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Mar 9, 2008 3:43:32 GMT -5
The dream... so vivid. Am I still asleep? Keyser's eyes were met with the early morning glow of the sun, and he immediately withdrew, back into the darkness, to give his eyes time to adjust. The window was still open, and the house was frigid. he turned up the heat, and, after dressing, made his bed. As he was smoothing the sheets under the mattress, a thought that made him sick occurred. He reached between the sheets and box spring, and was greeted with a cold, metallic burn. No deeper than any little girl could put it was an old Colt Trooper, with the date "1960" inscribed into the wooden handle. He ran his hand across the barrel. On the left side, near the hammer, were hatch marks. "It...-" He broke, fitting the gun against the palm of his hand. "It's been lost... so long..." Someone broke into his house when he first moved here, to Scotland. This piece of war was one of the few things they did take. Keyser was so relieved when it was gone. The whole thing was a testament to the flaw of man, and of himself. "Waynon, wasn't it?" He needed no answer. Once in the car, he drove. The unfamiliar weight of the gun and leather holster pressed against his thigh. Where was he going? Something drew him there, his hands were acting on their own. House upon house passed by, each less spectacular than the last, until finally, it was ghost country. A thick fog settled in, and any chance of driving through and not getting killed was dashed. The light blue sedan pulled to the side of the road, and Keyser stepped out. A scratch, scrape, creaking from behind him. A decrepit sign stood three steps from his car. It simply said "Waynon". Off in the distance, a guitar was played, and stopped just as soon as it started. Keyser started walking. He forgot his medication, his "hand" hurt worse than it ever had. Soon he had reached the doors of the chapel in his dreams. Whatever excitement had gone on was over now, it was silent. But the doors were open, and seemed inviting. The mist was freezing in the early morning sun. Cold blue metal, just like the dreams. Eerie silence fell over the great room, seemed to muffle every sound made. He took a seat in the furthest pew back from the steely book and questioned what had drawn him here. Just a moment's rest.
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Post by V on Mar 9, 2008 22:34:52 GMT -5
Sitting on a bench somewhere in a downtown American city, the woman tapped her pencil against her bottom lip, inspiration sometimes channeling it's way into her head this way sometimes. It was midday, most people returning to their offices and cubicles to continue work after the short lunch break they've been granted...but not her. Her position as a journalist, she was on the hunt for stories. And she needed to get one soon, being behind. The supervisor even said that she shouldn't come back unless she gets even a small scoop. Didn't matter if it took her to another country. She mad a bad choice deciding to rest here...somewhere off in the park, someone made a sound that sounded like a whip cracking. Oh that brought back horrible memories for the woman. Remembering all the beatings, latex suits...violation. All from a simple sound.
Thankfully, nine years later, this middle-aged Chinese-American woman found a better life. Instead of wearing a latex suit, she was happily sporting around in her snow boots, even though the weather was nice and warm, blue jeans, a white turtle necked shirt, under a black winter vest. Around her neck, was an ornate necklace..meant to look like gold, but was more like a really shiny brass. The impact only lasted a little while...and then the woman, Jia Khuan, put her camera aside, and let herself doze off.
That was a bad idea. The same dream came again...it had actually been occurring for a while, the same dream every time. She awaoke quickly...the dream had always been about her involentary career nine years ago. She was only twenty, an English major at one the city's university. Walking to her car after coming out of a cafe, someone had asked her the time. When she looked down at her watch, she felt a moist rag under her nose and over her mouth. All went black...and she woke up in a warehouse. Imprisoned there for well over four months...she was forced to endure several forms of...unpleasant activities.
After her day at work, Jia returned to her apartment. Still shocked by the dream, she tried to get her mind off of it by watching the TV. "Let's see what's on discover....Oh! ow it's made, I like this show." ...then they stretch a sheet of latex of the model body... "Animal planet..." "Be forceful with her. Bad girl!" "Uhh...MTV?" "Now DeVo's "Whip it!" "Uhh...how about this channel..." OW!!! Whiplash!! Jia clicked the TV off after. This...didn't seem to be helping. "I guess I'll just head to bed then..." she said herself. "Or take a nap." Laying down on the couch, she closed her eyes...and slowly fell asleep.
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Post by B on Mar 11, 2008 17:46:31 GMT -5
A yawn escaped the young woman's mouth but she could barely hear it, not that she payed it any attention. She looked around her and her eyes blinked. This wasn't her room.. She stood from her resting spot and heard some snap. She payed it no mind. She began walking until she accidentally ran into a man. Their voices were difficult to comprehend but she looked at her watch. Suddenly things went black.
She found herself unable to move, she felt the pressure of the soft item attacking her "special crevice". She heard muffled voices and felt stings on her backs that moved in relation with that obsessive snapping noise. something was in her mouth, a gag perhaps, her jaws hurt from flexing and her back ached from the position she was forced into. Suddenly the pressure stopped, a skinny naked man walked to the front of her, his face white and eyeless as he stared at her, a giant malevolent smile on his face. He turned to another man that walked into the room, this man was wearing a nice suit and nodded to the naked man. They mumbled something and the naked man moved to his clothes and pulled out his wallet and handed the other man money. Then the naked guy left, not bothering to dress when he exited the room. The new pupil-less man stared at her then unzipped his own pants, the words he muttered came out clear. "My turn, daddy's coming for you." Everything went dark again...
"You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals so lets do it like they do on the discovery channel!" The guy riding her sung. Suddenly a muffled blast and more muffled pops and she felt warm liquid slide down her back. Hands uncuffed her and turned her over. There were cops. No.. They didn't have eyes. One shook his head and another put his gun to her head, suddenly a flash of white..
She was sitting, her hand up as if to protect herself. She felt the rub of clothes and looked down, she noted the snow boots on her feet and her clothes. She sighed as she stood from the grass, she must've dreamed going home and sleeping in her bed. She stood up and yawned then noticed her surroundings. She gazed at the wooden sign with the name "Waynon" then turned to the ancient town in front of her. She can feel herself mumble something as she reached for her camera. She took it out and snapped a picture of the place, making sure it was taken well. It looked so creepy from the end of it. There was fog.. The fog made a figure of a face in front of the picture. But she didn't see any fog when she took it. She looked up only to realize that she had been engulfed by fog. Her mouth was dropped and she snapped a second picture, only thing that came up was fog, but weird patters that outlined people walked about in the photo. She shook her head and began walking into the town.
She made her way to a chapel. It could barely be made out but it was there. She snapped a picture and checked it. There was a little girl this time, not just an outline but sitting on the steps. The woman raised her head to find there was an actual little girl there. The woman raised an eyebrow and the little girl smiled. "Come, we've got the best scoops you'll ever find." The girl let loose a giggle and ran into the chapel. The woman could feel her lips making out words again as she ran after the little girl.
When she entered the door just seemed not to be there anymore. The fog was thickest in here. She walked through the chapel then noticed a human figure. The little girl maybe? She walked forward quickly and instead found it to be a metal altar with a book on top, the book had blood on it. Well it was obvious why, just looking at it the pages looked like razor blades, she wasn't going to be stupid like the last person to touch it. She raised her camera and snapped a picture. "This place will make you famous.. Make you rich." The little girl's voice echoed.
She rose up from her bed with a gasp. It was just a dream, but it was so realistic. She wiped a hand across her sweaty head then noticed the little girl. The woman gave a gasp of astonishment. The little girl was holding an envelope from what it seemed. Your casual manila colored envelope. She let it fall freely to the ground.
When the woman wakes up she'll notice the envelope filled with all 4 pictures she had taken in her dream, however the pictures would have been deleted on her camera. Also another peice of paper is wedged between the pictures... A plane ticket...
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Post by V on Mar 12, 2008 11:58:24 GMT -5
It is always so real... How can I stop this?
The woman's eyes fluttered open, and brought in dim light from the curtained window. She had wanted a nap on the couch, but guess she completely fell asleep...she'd be feeling that later. "Day off today...that's good...would give me more time to find something." She looked at the clock...it was only a little past eight AM. "Guess I can go out for coffee." she told herself, and went into her room to change. Her style of dress was pretty lax. Today; a pair of blue jeans, a white shirt, which was covered under a purple denim jacket. She tied her long black hair back into a ponytail, holding it there wit a black scruncher. "Keys..keys..." When she found them, they were beside and unmarked envelope...there was something in it. She tore it at one side, and let the contents slip into her hand. Her eyes went wide. These were the pictures she'd had been taking in the recurring dream. She wasn't asleep though. An incident stubbing her toe proved that. These photos all had a unique mark that her camera makes when being developed. But she had unloaded her camera's film after returning home the other day. And there was one more thing. A plane ticket...to a English city near the Scotland border. Her mind flashed back to the dream. "Waynon." The plane would be destined elsewhere, but she could always drive there. And the four pictures....she could persuade her boss to grant her this story. She pockets all of this, grabbed her keys, and left.
Sometime later, she and her friend were in the coffee shop. Jia seemed nervous. "I'm not sure I want to go anymore." "Whys that?" the friend said, taking another drink from his decaf drink. "This dream I keep having...and now these object...just..ugh, nevermind you wouldn't understand. I'm just afraid to go. There was this girl, and this book, and this...you know ancient city. It looked pretty desolate...and I don't really like being away from civilization."
"Wait..your saying this idea came to you in a dream? The pictures and plane ticket, too?"
"Well, yes."
"Mmhmm....well, you know what?" He gave her his cup of coffee, and took hers. "Maybe you should take the decaf."
Jia rolled her eyes. "Fine...be that way!" Taking her new cup of decaf, she left her friend and went to her car. "Plane leaves in a few hours...better get packing..."
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Post by B on Mar 12, 2008 17:07:02 GMT -5
Lyra waited until they were all inside before walking out into the street. She smelt the sweet smell of minerals that she always smelt in the fog, someone was coming. "Hmmm...Lady Vanessca...Could these strangers be here because of your work?" The voice sent a smile to her face. "Acruxio de Silva." She turned to him with an innocent smile. "There is more. Two. They seemed to be... Unwilling but we'll see." She said and put a hand gently on his arm, feeling the fabrics of his coat. "It is not yet time for answers Acruxio. Just keep her playing.." She dropped her hand. She was always a fan of this one. Maybe it was his power, or maybe it was him. "I feel something.. One of them is asleep... Hold me Acruxio." She said and leaned against him in a hug, then her body fell limp for a second before she came around a few seconds later. The little girl rubbed a white hand on her head. "There is one resting in the chapel... Would you be so kind as to accompany me to bring him with the others?" She asked sweetly.
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Post by V on Mar 12, 2008 17:31:48 GMT -5
Fourteen long hours on a plane...fourteen long hours of some kid the back of my seat...being seated next to some fat guy...but here I am...in what looks like the ghetto of Alabama. Some city I cannot pronounce the name.
After having nearly started World War 3 with customs over her camera and laptop, Jia was finally stepping out onto foreign soil. First thing she did was get a vehicle. Due to being a US driver, the whole steering column being reversed would be an issue. So..she rented a motorbike...and old motorbike. looked like one the French soldiers used in world war two..without the side cart, luckily she had converted all her US dollars to British pounds before boarding so she could pay for this. "Thank you, sir." She told the rental man, then mumbled to herself. "Now what was that place called...Waynor..Waydon..." "Waynon?" the rental clerk butt in, having overheard.
"Uhh..yes! That's the place. You know it?"
"Well, sure. But what would an American want to go there fer?"
"Call it intuition...I'm from a media place in the US, the Sudentor review."
"Never heard'a it. Ah well, Waynon is northeast from the city. If you want..for an extra fee, I can give ya a little GPS device and you can find it yerself."
"...very well...I'll take it."
After bargaining with the man and buying a scarf to look nice on her rented vehicle, she set off for the northeast exit, GPS attached to the handlebars. "Crazy people these British. Can't wait until I'm back home. I hope this Waynon place is not like it was in the dream."
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Post by D on Mar 12, 2008 17:35:20 GMT -5
"Acruxio de Silva. There is more. Two. They seem to be... Unwilling but we'll see." He felt her hand on his arm and looked down at the priestess's body. Her body was of a child, but she was unlike the others."It is not yet time for answers, Acruxio. Just keep her playing..." She said and then dropped her hand. Acruxio smiled and nodded. Yes, she was unlike the others and different from the high priest. Most of the others could be easily controlled, but Lyra wasn't one of them. She was an interesting person to him.
"I will. I haven't lost interest in my toy yet...and enjoy it all..."
"I feel something...One of them is asleep..." Lyra said and Acruxio grabbed hold of her, knowing what was to come. She leaned against him and hugged him. "Hold me, Acruxio." And he did. She fell limp for a moment, but he kept her up until she came back again. "There is one resting in the chapel...Would you be so kind as to accompany me to bring him with the others?"
"Of course, Lady Vanessca...but if I am called back too early...It will be because of the other's power. She never truly let me stay for long in this world. It's quite an annoyance..."
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Post by B on Mar 12, 2008 17:52:56 GMT -5
Lyra made another smile "She's overpowering over you. If only I were the one that changed you." He smile semi-faded but it quickly regained its power and she grabbed his hand and walked quickly to the chapel. From there she gazed upon the sleeping, elderly vet. "Keyser.." She called gently. "This is not a suitable place to rest sir." She said gently and let go of Acruxio to walk over to the man, and called his name again, awaiting the man to awaken.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Mar 12, 2008 18:17:23 GMT -5
"Keyser..This is not a suitable place to rest sir."
"Keyser.."
he shook his head, slowly at first. He pivoted, stood up, and looked in the direction of the voice, so much like his daughter's. A little girl stood, her cherry hair hanging arond her face. fawn eyes. He raised his good hand to his chin, and felt the stubble of an unnatural day. "I didn't know there were other people here..." Another person was standing at the door. They were crawling from the woodwork. She led Keyser out of the chapel, he shuffled behind. "Where were you when I..." he yawned, "got here?"
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Post by D on Mar 13, 2008 18:06:16 GMT -5
Lyra smiled before saying. "She's overpowering you. If only I were the one that changed you.." Then her smile semi-faded but returned when she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the chapel.
"Lady Vanessca, careful now. She might have turned me and should be my master...but I am not one to enjoy being the follower. In a way, I am the 'master's' master." Acruxio had the power to stay in this world longer, but he didn't want them to blame his toy. If that happened then she wouldn't be able to send him to the curious world he was in. "Hmph. We wouldn't want another to rise up in her place if her position gets taken away...If my toys get broken, I wish it to be by only my hands." Acruxio tightened his grip on her hand as she gazed at the elderly veteran.
"Keyser...This is not a suitable place to rest, sir." He took this as a sign and let her release his hand before he released her's. "Keyser..." From the sound of his name, the veteran shook his head slowly, telling Acruxio that he had awoken. The older looking man pivoted, stood up, and looked toward Lyra. He then raised his good hand and touched his stubble.
He then said, "I didn't know there were other people here..." Keyser spotted Acruxio and then followed Lyra as she led him out of the chapel. "Where were you when I..." He yawned, "got here?"
Acruxio said nothing at first and then looked at Lyra. "Please follow, Lady Vanessca, and listen to her words." He let them walk passed him and then followed after the two. He knew that Lyra had more to say, so he kept silent and waited.
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Post by Jo on Mar 13, 2008 21:42:41 GMT -5
She slowly petted Simone. The corners of her mouth seemed to be upturned, appearing to be a hint of a smile. She hummed almost quietly to herself. Laying down on the old victorian bed she stared above at the ceiling. No too long afterwards she drifted off into slumber.
" Nobody said you were beautiful the way you are.... have they?". The man across from here held his coffee mug with two hands, always staring directly at her face and no where else. " The past does fade you know. I know you've traveled far but not many people make it from trying to escape from pain. It always seem to be an ideal notion-" he paused in midsentence.
" What if the pain tries to escape you?" she countered. He seemed to smile, not in earnest joy but in an understanding way. " Well let it go and then start your life from then on". " Please life isn't that simple".
" But sometimes it is. Not everything has to be complicated Selene".
Waking up the young lady turned to the foreign window just barely remembering her surroundings. A moonlit night.
The french woman stretched briefly then ventured outside of her room. Walking down the stairs, then out the door into the cold night. Shivering she wrapped her arms around her middle section. Looking up, Selene simply stared at the large silvery object.
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Post by D on Mar 16, 2008 20:43:17 GMT -5
The veteran didn't have much to say and he came with them in silence. Acruxio led him to his room and took his time walking out of the small building. "Lady Vanessca..." He began but never finished. Instead, he walked toward the direction of where he had sensed something. It was another one of those people. He looked to her for a moment and then wondered how many people she had gathered.
Without saying a word, he continued to walk and then stopped at an old motorbike. A woman held onto the handles, but she was obviously asleep. "..." He sighed and carefully picked up the sleeping woman. "This one had to be asleep..." Acruxio said as he walked back to the hotel. He found an empty room and dropped her on the bed. No, she wouldn't feel it. She was out cold. He didn't know when she would wake up, but he really didn't care.
"Lady Vanessca...The time is running short...and she might do something unnecessary..." Acruxio nodded his head and smiled at Lyra. "I must go...Good bye." He waved and walked away. If the other didn't allow him to come back, then he would just have to see Lyra return to their world. "The sun is setting..." He muttered. "I hope everything goes well tomorrow."
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