YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Kyribird CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Aurel LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Wee RED OR WHITE? Whiiite NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: "I cannot do this. Please, Elder. It's too soon." His much younger voice seemed so very distant. There was an unusual amount of emotion thick in his words but, as usual, the Elder seemed unmoved. As leaves crumbled and fell from his body, coating the ground at his feet with the ones that had not been picked up by the wind, Elder stared at Aurel with those unreadable green eyes.
"It is always too soon, Aurel." His voice was gravel scratching across his throat. Effort to talk was noticeable and he took several breaths before he opened his mouth again, "Time is irrelevant. This..." He waived his hand out, indicating to the forest around him which seemed quieter than usual. "All this will eventually end and it will be too soon. We all return to where we came from."
The younger Leshy looked helplessly at the creature who had found him when he'd first winked into existence. He'd always been so tall, so strong, so unstoppable and he was shrinking. The skin hanging in curtains from him was slowly cracking and browning, resembling bark now instead of flesh. His eyes were sunken in, his moss dried and brown. Everything on him was dying at an alarming rate. "That doesn't help. How am I supposed to guard this? Do this? I--"
"Enough, Aurel. You are my heir. This forest is yours." Voice was becoming fainter. Aurel could feel his chest squeezing as if someone was sitting on it but he ignored it, focusing on the older demon. "You are young, you are foolish, you have much to learn but what you have to learn I cannot teach you. Do not disappoint me."
And then he fell apart, legs crumbling, body falling down into the earth and leaving nothing but that pile of leaves. No time for goodbye, no sentimental nonsense. He'd never believed in it or encouragement. Aurel was left looking on the remains of his Elder with the perfectly still forest.
The memory twisted, then, the forest writhing and screeching with Aurel standing in the center of the clearing. His Elder's face appeared within the leaves. "You fail everything you try. You left school, came back, you don't try now. You don't do anything but stay in this forest. You are still foolish. I was wrong to leave you the forest. You disappoint me."
"But Elder, I---"
His voice was cut off - he tried to talk and nothing came out. The beratement started again, over and over again. Every little thing that Aurel felt being regurgitated back to him in the confirming voice of the only one he looked up to. He had no excuse. He was a failure.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 1:45 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Andranis CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Maximus LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Quest RED OR WHITE? Red - He sees enough white when he looks in the mirror! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Laughter, so much laughter... It was all around him, faceless shadows pointing and laughing. Some had pointed teeth, some had mismatched limbs, others bore horns or wings, sometimes both, tails, claws, bones... A few see-through forms were pointing and laughing... And they were all pointing at him.
Max shielded himself with his wings, yet they seemed small. So small... When had they gotten so little? He peeked out and saw an opening, running through it, pushing through the faceless shadows and forms.
Daylight? He looked around, noting the forest around him. Was this the forest outside Halloween Town? One ear flicked, then the other, before he turned around. Somebody was there... He hid behind a tree, peeking out, and saw...
A child? Was it one of the undead children of town? Maybe it was one of the witches. She had a very pink and frilly dress, though... Slowly, the sphinx crept out of behind the tree, and the girl turned to him...
She was human. She was very human, and she was walking right toward him, one grubby hand reaching out. Maximus flared his wings, hissing at her, trying to look intimindating, and... She laughed. "You're pretty!"
Pretty? She'd called him pretty! "No... No, I'm... G-get away from me!" He turned and began to run again, trees all but flying past him. Bushes up ahead, he burst through them and into... Was he in a hallway? He looked around, turning this way and that, before he spied a door, running for it, panic gripping at him. He opened it and went through..
Falling... Maximus was falling. He closed his eyes, just waiting for the grould to rush up and meet him, and then he'd--
Wake up. He sat in bed, gasping for air, looking around, before he pinched himself. He was at home, he was in bed... He swallowed, as such a thing had never happened before. He flopped back in bed, covering his face, before falling back asleep.
Laughter, so much laughter...
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Anguis Lingua CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Mirac Trice LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal Entry RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: "Ugh, this is ridiculous," Mirac muttered as he leaned back in his chair, wincing as his back popped, "I'll have to ask about this in class tomorrow, because it's not making sense tonight." With a flick of his skeletal hand, the book closed with a soft 'whumph', and he slid it into his pack. Picking up the other books on the table, the revenant tucked them under his arm as he wound through the stacks of library shelves. Walking up to the counter, he set them down and looked around for one of the librarians. "Hello?" he called out softly. "Excuse me, I need to check out a few books, please." Silence greeted him, and Mirac frowned as he tapped a bony finger against the books. He started to call out again, then stopped when he realized it was unusually quiet. Even in the library, the muffled chatter of students, the shuffle of books and papers, the dull thump of shoes against the floor created a steady background noise. "What in Jack's name?" Mirac turned around and scanned the room, blinking in confusion. Books lay scattered across the tables, packs leaned up against shelves and table legs, but the library was empty save for him. Mirac slung his pack over his shoulder, an uneasy feeling beginning to slither though his stomach. Making his way to the exit, he slipped out into the night time air and took a deep breath. It tasted stale, and barely stirred as he took a step. "What's going on here?" he asked as he looked around the unnaturally empty campus. "Where is everyone? Hello? Hello!" A pained groan drifted through the air from his left. "Hello?" Mirac called as he jogged over to the hedge lining the walkway. He froze when he saw a familiar looking rollerblade lying on top of the hedge. "Oh no... oh no no no no!" Mirac jumped the hedge and landed next to Amy, the reaper's colorful clothes stained with blood. The remains of her baseball bat lay next to her, little more than a handle and splinters. "Amy!" Mirac knelt beside her, placing two fingers against her neck to check for a pulse. It was faint, and he sighed in relief. "Thank Jack! Okay, think... Okay, need to, uh, stabilize, then get help." He started to roll the reaper onto her back, then froze as she groaned in pain. "Dammit," he muttered, slowly removing his hands, "no idea what's broken." *She's not the one who is broken, Mirac* He jumped to his feet, looking around the empty campus. "Who said that?!" Silence was his only answer, and he shook his head. "Okay... must've been the wind," he muttered. *Was it, Mirac?" The revenant turned in time to see Amy climbing to her feet, broken bones scraping against each other as she stood up slowly. He stepped back in surprise, chains rattling softly. "Amy?" The reaper opened her eyes, and he took another step back as they blazed with an unnatural yellow fire. "What the Jack is going on?! Amy?" *Amy is gone, Mirac.* The voice came from everywhere, echoing through the dead air, vibrating through his bones, whispering across his mind. *She is gone, because you failed her.* "What're you talking about? I've failed no one!" Mirac took a step back, bony hands wrapping around his chains. "Who, or what, are you? You're not Amy." *Not anymore, I am not. I could have been, would have been, but you failed.* The reaper-corpse bent down, fingers raking across the ground before gripping the splintered handle of the baseball bat. Mirac's chains rattled ominously. "I haven't failed anyone, whatever you are. You're not Amy, so don't think I want hurt you." The reaper-corpse took a step forward. Mirac thrust his hand out, chains whipping through the air towards the creature's face. It's hand flicked out, grabbing the chain less than an inch from it's face. "What th-" Mirac grabbed the chain and pulled, only to have the chain pull taut between them. "This isn't possible..." *You couldn't protect us, Mirac. You failed.* The creature wrapped the chain around its hand as rust began to creep along the length, racing towards the stunned revenant. Mirac tugged on the chain hard, to no avail. Within seconds, the rust had spread across the chains encircling him, fusing the links together and making it nearly impossible to move. Mirac grunted as he pushed against the rusted cage, the chains not budging. The Amy-corpse chuckled as it lurched towards him. *Some protector, Mirac. You could not protect your friend.* As it came closer, it began to change, the flesh darkening to a murky gray. Its body grew taller even as shadowy tendrils draped around around it. Gray, skeletal fingers reached out, brushing against the revenant's cheek. *You cannot even protect yourself, Mirac. You could not protect your friend from this injustice. You could not protect your school.* Mirac tried to pull away as the ghoulish face of his doppelganger leaned forward, whispering in his ear. *You cannot protect yourself, Mirac. How does one protect themself... against themself.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 3:36 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: paynes gray CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Kressida Anemone LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Link RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Prompt: Today is the first night you dream, but it is only of nightmares. Your greatest fears and hesitations rise up to meet you, memories or ones not yet fulfilled, anxieties grip and tear into you.
What was he running from? She looked around her but all she could see beyond the fog was a reflection of the pumpkin moon on the black lake and the wet grasses beneath her feet. He seemed confused, stumbling around the darkness unaware of her calls to him. She could hear his breaths grow heavier the longer he kept up the pace . "Wait! Stop!" She cried, lifting her long skirts to track him. She wanted to ask what was going on, but he was running too fast. A nervous laugh crackled out of her, "Haha is this a game?". Her feet turned the color of mist as her spirit form levitated off the ground to keep up. She jested again, "You know you can't run from me, ha ha!" but as the words left her lips she felt a sourness in their wake. He didn't even shutter a glance over his shoulder, but rather seemed to accelerate even father away. Her worried smile hardened to frown. She called more sternly now, and loud enough for anyone twice his distance away to hear; "I know you can hear me! What are you doing? There's nothing out here but you and me!"
There was nothing out there but her.
She felt a sickness washing over her. This wasn't any game. He was running away from her. Ignoring her pleas. He didn't want her, he didn't want her so badly he was running for dear life to get away.
She was closing in now, his feeble corporal limbs were no match for her ghostly stamina. "Are you running from me? huh?"A wild rage was bubbling over inside her. She flung her fishing lines out to him, just to grab on to his shirt, just to get him to slow down for a minute. "What have I done to you? I thought we were friends?" Hooked lines flew out toward his flesh like target missiles, sinking into his skin and wrapping around his arms and legs. He seemed to scream and drop to knees though she could no longer hear anything beyond the thumping deep within her gills.
"Dont you love me? Ive done everything just for you. To please you!" She half cried half screamed. She pulled back sharply on her lines, the ghouls body hanging in the air like a marionette. He was lifeless now, twisting in the wind. Shadows obscured his true identity.
"There's no need to run anymore. We have each other now." She slumped in the cold wet grass holding him in her arms as his body melded slowly into the thick fog that surround her.
The thick fog that surrounded her and the empty hillside of an empty lake.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Zaikt. CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Elium. LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[ Dorm ] RED OR WHITE? Red. NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
He hadn't slept in so long.
Not actually, anyway. He hadn't needed to, so he couldn't really complain, but--well, here he was regardless, somewhat curled up in his bed in an effort not to hang over the edge. Really, Elium needed to maybe look into one that was just a little bit longer. It'd be nice, at least.
Actual dreams weren't on the menu for today either, and Elium was admittedly surprised when he registered that he had, in fact, nodded off. They'd started out innocuous enough, more as somewhat confusing scraps that flung themselves about like shrapnel than anything, but that had changed quickly. What had begun as a simple dream of walking through Amityville Academy had faded into a replay of trudging down a dark hall, the sound of someone else's heartbeat ringing in his ears as he drew closer to that ominous box at the far end. He knew exactly what this was going to become, and the plague eater froze in place, dropping the rusty scissors outright. Perhaps if he tried to change the path he was going down, it would lead somewhere more pleasant...? It didn't change where he was, and that was the worst part about it. Being stuck here of all places was the last thing he wanted.
His chest felt tight, and Elium reached up to gently grab a fistful of his coat, jaw clenching as he took a few hesitant breaths to try and settle down. The air whistled through the vents in his mask, and the undead tried to focus on that sound above the steady thump-thump that threatened to hammer its way into him. He could feel the low, cold creeping of panic as it tried to coil around his ribs, lacing its fingers through his bones as the beats grew louder. He shut his eyes tight, swallowing thickly in an effort to choke down his fear.
There was a sudden wet snip, and all sound stopped.
He didn't dare breathe, but his eyes flew open, dark pits behind red lenses that couldn't make out much in the shadows. Leave, something told him. Get out of here while you can. That sounded like a reasonable enough idea to him, and Elium turned sharply on his heel, flinching violently when the movement was accompanied by the swish of water that had begun to fill the hallway. Needing no further cue to leave, he started running, fighting against the rising water as it flowed in from whatever source it came from--until he collided with something in his way that wasn't as hard as the walls had seemed.
He looked up, and was granted only moments before those scissors were stabbed into his chest.
He hadn't slept in so long. What was sleep? He didn't remember. Who was 'he'? He had to have had some sort of name, but he couldn't remember that, either. He'd faded over time, becoming the shade of whatever he'd been with only one focus: revenge. Something had taken his heart, and in doing so, had taken everything from him. This could not go unpunished. Looming from the shadows, he watched as another gray shape began their tenuous trudge down the hall, their core flashing colors that he hadn't seen in what felt like forever. They held the scissors. They would pay, regardless of who they were.
[A few different things here, actually! Fear of being forgotten, fear of becoming so single-minded that nothing else exists, aaaaand the good ol' scarring from that fun time in the Legacy meta. c8 hope it's acceptable.]
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 6:29 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Chimerical Beast CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Bran LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: To come >>; - You can sign up first and fill the nightmare solo later. Just a reminder that this solo can and will affect gameplay at the end so if you leave it blank post signups you will get a small bonus handicap!
Prompt: Today is the first night you dream, but it is only of nightmares. Your greatest fears and hesitations rise up to meet you, memories or ones not yet fulfilled, anxieties grip and tear into you.
You dream a terrible dream one that seems to last forever. ( OOC: Once again Nightmare solos will affect something at the end of the event, but it is UP TO YOU how long you want to write yours. It can be two lines and that is fine seriously! Whatever you're comfortable with. Think of it as a writing exercise) I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (wow shock and surprise)
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: iStoleYurVamps CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Lan LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? Red- PLEASE DO NOT MOVE (Lan or Solia pls dont move either sob) NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
White was her wedding dress, long and flowing. White were the flowers in her hands and in her hair, so pure and delicate. White as the scales of the koi that swam under the bridge she crossed, the temple waiting for her. White- the fangs on the face of a man who had died. A face twisted into a sneer, cold and cruel, a face filled with hate and loathing as he took her and forced her to bow before him, servant, lesser.
White was the color of purity, of innocence.
Red- the color of her heart, ripped from her still beating chest by a man who was long since dead.
! Whatever you're comfortable with. Think of it as a writing exercise) I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (wow shock and surprise)
Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 7:15 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Hoshi Astarte Tenshino CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Yuki Amaya Shirotama LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Quest Thread RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: - It was hot, painfully so. No matter where Yuki looked all she could see was an empty desert. The sky was a blinding whitish blue and the sun beat down mercilessly. She raised her hand, the delicate skin burned and painfully red as she tried to shield her face. There was no relief though, not even the breeze was cool, it just blew the hot gritty sand into her face and made her choke. She tried to run but her feet buried in the sandy dunes, hot sand getting inside her shoes to burn her feet and abrade the soft flesh. She had never been so hot in her entire life, it was like standing too close to a fire but being unable to turn away. No matter which direction she turned there was nothing but yellow, burning sand and cloudless blue sky.
Yuki felt weak and sick, her body dehydrated and her energy fading without her beloved cold. Ahead of her, she thought she saw snow floating down among winter's still green pine trees. She tried to run, falling in the sand when her legs gave out beneath her. Waves of heat shimmered and danced in front of her blurring vision as she forced herself to her feet, her once beautiful kimono a bedraggled mess. Yuki ran and when she could no longer run, she crawled toward the snow filled oasis. If she could just reach it... Finally, she was so close, her hand reached out, expecting to feel the cold comfort of winter on her aching body but the mirage evaporated, leaving her to pitch face first toward the sand that began to shift before her into a river of lava. Just before she would have made contact, darkness enshrouded her as she squeezed her eyes shut, a terrified cry on her lips. Suddenly Yuki woke up, her eyes flying open to find herself twisted up in her bedding, one hand still extended toward the ceiling.
Yuki panted and got up to go get herself a glass of water. It was blissfully cold on her throat that still remembered the painful feeling of being parched. Yuki returned to her bed and smoothed out her blanket and sheets before laying back down. It would be quite a while until she would be able to sleep again. I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (wow shock and surprise)
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Rikku Takanashi CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Miyu Pumpkinheart LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Quest (Will update names and such when I get to the library) RED OR WHITE?: Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Both Miyu and her Familiar Toma fell fast asleep in their warm beds both drifting off peacefully everything seemed like it would be a adverage pleasant night however it was not meant to be
From the soft black haze of deep sleep both floated to a vivid dream both Witch and Familiar open their eyes to find themselves surrounded by all their family and friends at what seemed to be a grand party on the family farm Miyu looks to Toma and Toma looks to Miyu and with a nod they confirmed that they were having a joint dream one they both shared which wasn't unusual for them after confirming they were both having the dream they begin exploring and mingling with everybody in the dream both curious to the meaning of the dream but enjoying themselves never the less
They were well and truely enjoying the party when dark ominous clouds began to form over the horizon on all sides at first nobody thought anything of it but soon as they came close and closer Miyu and Toma started feeling nervous a strange sense of dread started to fill them as the ominous clouds came closer and closer however nobody at the party seemed to notice the clouds and acted as if nothing was happening seeing everybody else was relaxed they tried to calm their nerves too but neither could shake the feeling of dread that filled them when they looked at the clouds
Finally the ominous clouds were overhead both Miyu and Toma tensed waiting for rain to start pouring and lightning to start crashing but nothing happened and after a long moment they relaxed with the sense of dread they had been feeling fading they came to the conclusion that they were worrying to much and that everything was fine that was however until they both noticed a strange darkness on the horizon at first it seemed almost like a shadow possibly cast by the clouds but it was darker and seemed to be... moving? The sense of dread which had filled them before returned anew but worse then before "Uh guys..." Miyu says motioning to one of her family members trying to get them to look but they didn't and just blissfully continued on enjoying the party the pare moved to the outskirts of the party watching the darkness creep closer and closer the knot of dread in their guts tightening tighter and tighter... until a scream echoed out!
A large circle of darkness formed in the very center of the party and a long clawed hand n arm made of darkness had reached out and grabbed one of their family members then pulled them into the dark circle in the ground before dissapearing completely both of their eyes widened in horror and they whirl around to look at the approching darkness suddenly all hell breaks loose as screams fill the air both witch and familiar spin back around to see more shadowy arms popping up from the ground to grab people as well as seeing dark circles form under people which promptly sucks them into the ground and some even were being enveloped in puffs of black smoke "N-no..." she chokes out as her heart nearly beat out of her chest finally finally she shakes her head and dashes into the fray trying desprately to save her remaining family and friends Toma had followed suit and gone a different direction however no matter how much they attacked the shadows each and every family member and friend was getting sucked into the shadows as the darkness approched closer and closer
Finally all that was left was Witch and Familiar the darkness now had passed the boarder of the farm and was advancing on the pare quickly Miyu looks to Toma who looks back they both noted the distence they were from each other abd ran towards each other in a effort to stand together agenst the darkness however right before they reach eachother large clawed hands fly out from the approching darkness and grab them holding them back they reach for each other desprately struggling and pulling agenst the darkness being only inches away from each other "Toma!" Miyu calls "Miyu!" Toma calls they were so close to reaching each other but the darkness finally reaches them rolling over them like a grand wave and casting them into darkness here the dream splits for the two both experiencing the same dream yet not being in the same dream
Miyu opens her eyes to find herself surrounded by darkness as far as the eye could see there was only darkness and she was all alone she could feel it "H-hello? Anybody?" she calls out a growing sense of dread and fear filling her to her core after what seemed like a eternity of near deafing silence she calls out again "Hello?" she calls louder while standing up "Anybody?" she adds as she looks around her- (two part signup lol darn char limit XP)
Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 7:48 pm
-expression growing more fearful by the second "Toma..." she finally says wondering where her familiar was it finally struck her to try and desummon him then resummon him and so she tried however when nothing happened a chill ran through her "W-what?!" she cries in surprise and fear never had she sense she first summoned Toma not beenable to summon him panic started to grow within her and she tried to summon her weapon however that too seemed out of her reach the panic now began to show on her features as she started stumbling around looking this way and that hoping she'd find a door or a spot of color anything "Please! Is anybody there!?" she cries finally in desparation before sinking to the ground
Tears began to stream down her cheeks as the cold realization hit her something she had been desprately denying until now... she truely was alone... everybody and everything she loved and cared about was gone... completely gone... she was well and truely alone... alone and trapped in this endless darkness... "Please... Someone... Anyone... Please... Is anybody there...? Anybody...?" she mutters weakly as her shoulders start shaking violently and she curls in on herself for a moment before she suddenly snaps her head up and desprately cries "ANYBODY!?"
She had closed her eyes when she desprately cried out when she opened them expecting the endless darkness she found not the darkness but the comfort of her own room instantly she began shaking like a leaf as tears ran down her cheeks she quickly turns to where Toma had been sleeping find him in the same state as she they both seemed to have been freed from the nightmare at the same time
"Toma!!!" Miyu cries out "Miyu!!!" Toma cries out as they lunge for each other they embrace each other in a tight hug both clinging to the other as if if they loosened their grip even just a smidge the other would be torn from them Miyu could feel Toma's claws digging into her and Toma could feel her nails digging into him but neither cared and both were grateful for the pain because it proved they were no long trapped in the nightmare
Sleep illuded them for the rest of the night after that I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING: I agree not sure Miyu or Toma do lol
A man – a real man – knows how to pick himself up by the bootstraps and get himself out of trouble before it comes knocking on his door.
Wyatt McCoy is a real man. When things turn sour, it’s his cue to pack up his life and start over. Some may call it running from his problems, but he knows it to be a necessity in enduring.
He knew what made him happy in life, and those pleasures are what he sought out. He woke up with a splitting hangover headache and an unfamiliar boy in his bed, sleeping still. Who was he? How did he get here? Did he black out? Was he dreaming?
Heavy, thunderous knocks on the door demanded his attention and alerted all his senses. He rose up and glanced down at the boy. The sheets were stained in giant pool of blood.
Panicked, he pulled the sheets off the bed to see the boy was brutally mutilated with a large bloody knife in the covers.
The knocks grew louder and louder, shouts of “Police, open up!” filled the space. He couldn’t even get dressed before they stormed in and cuffed him.
This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t happening. This never happened. This is fiction. It has to be.
He couldn’t escape as he was escorted, naked, through the ever-shifting space as time seemed to lapse. Old and familiar faces created his path towards judgment. Ex-boyfriends, former friends and family, all the connections he’s cut from his life, staring him down. At the end of the path was his father.
“Queer,” his father spat.
The lost connections transformed into the metal bars, creating a prison cell around him. Their disappointed faces remained on the prison bars, taunting him. He could not escape his fate. There was no cutting and running, no packing up and leaving. It was time to face the consequences, but for whose actions?
Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 8:05 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Yinesa CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Cyrilla LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL: Here RED OR WHITE? Either or >> No preference NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Everything was warm. It felt familiar, and after a few moments the sensation became recognizable as being submerged in the water. For fleeting moments, it felt like home. For those few, fleeting moments, everything seemed alright.
When those moments passed, however, realization began to sink in. Everything was black, perhaps her eyes were closed. No, they were open. Reaching out she grabbed at nothing, hand swishing through emptiness.
Holding still, listening, there were no sounds. Just the feel of the water around her. She could move, but with no inherent indications of direction, up was no different than down.
Panic ran down her spine, leaving her soundlessly gasping into the watery abyss. All she could do was keep swimming, and hope that, eventually, there would be a way out.
I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (wow shock and surprise)
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Hitsuzen CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Deacon LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
There was a mirror in front of him. When had he walked into the bathroom? The confusion was only there for the briefest of moments, a wrinkle in his brow deepening as the tabby glimpsed his own reflection. There was a little blemish on his cheek, and he leaned in to get a closer look. One hand came up to brush over it. What the hell was on his face?
His fingers found a familiar chill, the swift realization making his stomach lurch.
"No... No! It was gone!" He muttered in denial, nails scratching at the grey imperfection on his skin as if he could simply peel it off and it would be as simple as that. It worked in the worst way possible; his normal skin started flaking away and the mark grew larger and much more obvious on his face. Deacon stopped immediately when he noticed what was happening, recoiling from the mirror in horror. He covered his cheek, in result the mark, but how was he going to hide it this time? He felt the tightness in his chest, his eyes watering.
When he tried to blink back tears, there was suddenly another person's reflection in the mirror behind him. He spun around with a start, facing the ghoul. His ears drew back, not in anger but in fear, his back hitting the edge of the sink behind him.
"Riyo?! What are you--?" Deacon started, wondering why she was out of bed; it was still dark in his dorm, unusually dark really.
She reached up, calmly pulling his hand away from his face. Riyo looked saddened by it, rather than horrified like he was. "I can't deal with this again, Deacon."
"What do you mean?" He asked, although he already knew the answer. "Please, Riyo... You're the only one..."
"I'm not going to let you hurt me again."
The seriousness in her expression left him speechless, and he lowered his head to stare at the floor.
He was only vaguely aware of her footsteps going back to his door, but he certainly heard the door slam.
I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING
Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 8:44 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Hitsuzen CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Tanvir LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
He couldn't see anything. He couldn't even smell anything. The black dragon tried to move, the sound of metallic clinking and scraping meeting his ears. It was almost deafening in what was otherwise complete silence. It was not unusual for him to wake in his natural form, for he preferred it when he slept... It felt safer to be huge and intimidating. Only this time he couldn't roll over or stretch his wings.
With a deep, rumbling growl, Tanvir glared toward the shackles he felt on his legs. Chains led away into the darkness, pulled mostly tight and allowing him only enough room to stand or lie down. Most alarming were the chains around his form, pinning his wings uselessly to his body. His teeth could not break them, he discovered. When even his acid was useless, he grew anxious and angry.
All he could do was thrash in vain against the binds, blind to where he was or what was keeping him. He was alone. Useless. Too weak to get free.
A loud cry ripped from his throat, desperate, pleading. There was no one to hear it but him, and even then the sound seemed to be swallowed up by the endless darkness.
I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Nyx Queen of Darkness CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH:Chardinya LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal RED OR WHITE? White (so can heckle a friend) NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Heat.
It was the first thing she felt. Her whole body was hot and parched. She opened her eyes and there was nothing but sand. No water in sight, just plain gold sand.
Her skin felt dry and flaky. Great strips of it sloughed off as she stood there. Fear made her heart pound and she took off running in the sand.
Dry, so dry.
She tired out sooner than she thought she would. Her body crashed into the burning sand and she struggled to get back to her feet. Her whole body felt as though it was drying in.
Her fingers dug into the sand and the skin sloughed off her fingers until there was nothing but bone. She screamed, but it didn't matter. Her skin fell off of her and her body began to crumble to dust.
I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (wow shock and surprise)
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