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 Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 12:06 pm
 PART III: Oh, the wonder of this Wonderland
"Eh?” "Mr. Kral?!” She blurted out in surprise. It was indeed him, and he rose up from the ground as he brushed the dirt and leaves of his clothes and hair. “Howdy!” He replied cheerfully. “Thought I’d never wrestle my way out of the trees. Sorry it took me awhile to locate you, somehow I fell into your dream world rather than being transported in a safe spot.” “A safe spot?” “Yep, the Mind Program tries to create a map of your dream world from the information it receives from your electrical signaling when you are sitting in the chair. Before it sends us into the dream world, the program calculates where the safest regions of the dreamworld are and teleports us there. Usually these areas are low in activity so we won’t run into obstacles right off the bat or be suddenly attacked.” “Hold on a moment…attacked? By what?! By whom!?” Aisha began the fret. “By the dreamer of course. We are intruders barging into the dreamer’s world. Once the dreamer’s subconscious senses foreigners it begins to mount an attack upon the invaders. And that is when the real fun begins!” Dominic said merrily. “Real fun?” Aisha repeated incredulously. “Why yes, after all the training and planning an agent goes through, you will have the chance of experiencing the adrenaline pumping no restrictions, action pack fighting while you rescue the dreamer’s dream persona from whatever is holding it hostage or investigate what is going wrong in the dreamworld.” “Wait…hold on here and back up a moment…dream persona, hostages, and non-restrictive fighting…what are you talking about?!” Aisha begged for more explanations…her head was swelling already with just witnessing the inside of her dreamworld.
“Ah…yes…I forget what a newbie you are in this field you literally stumbled into…how about we sit down?” “Sit down? On the groun…” but before she could finish the sentence, Aisha spotted a circular wooden table with two chairs nearby that she could have sworn had not been there before. As the pair of them walked over to the chairs, an assortment of sweets and a tea set materialized ontop of a checkered tablecloth. “Tea?” Dominic inquired as Aisha nestled into the chair. “Uh…yes, thank you” replied Aisha as she was given a steaming cup of tea. “You can eat and drink in the dreamworld?” she inquired after sipping some of the brewed English tea. "It’s all for the image of eating and drinking, it will not satisfy your physical body. You won’t really feel hungry and thirsty in the dreamworld since you are quite removed from your physical self. This poses a danger, if you spend too much time at once in the dreamworld your true body will atrophy. Thus body function is monitored and regular breaks are scheduled. You will feel fatigue in the dreamworld because your mind is working very hard.” “So you will feel worn out after a battle?” “Yes, unless you die” “Die?...What happens if you die in the dreamworld?” Aisha hesitantly asked. Dominic took his time sipping some tea before looking up at Aisha. “Have you ever seen that movie…The Matrix? Well, it is like what they said; the body cannot live without the mind. And it is your mind here that makes the dreamworld so real to you. Some very experienced agents can remove themselves from their senses enough to avoid death, but you can imagine how they must be in real life. Also too much trauma received in the dreamworld can affect the mind, overload it until it becomes damaged. A damaged mind will continue to persist in the real world and a severe enough case can cause brain damage.” Aisha let out a sigh. There are a lot of risks with going into the dreamworld. “What is so amazing about the non-restrictive battle?” Asked Aisha interestedly. “Oh ho ho! Just imagine that you can conjure up any weapon, strength, or fighting style and fight an epic battle! Of course it take a lot of training both physically and mentally for one to advance in fighting style and conjuring up larger weapons. We have a training room in the lab for that. Some agents even specialize in different fighting styles like for example, some become masters in the art of sword fighting, elemental manipulation, or even air attacks.” “You mean you can fly in the dreamworld?” “Yep, you can sprout wings or levitate and zoom along the countryside of your dreamworld. But, with every manipulation you do in the dreamworld you must keep this in mind. You are manipulating the dreamer’s dreamworld. First it will announce your presence like screaming through a megaphone that you are here and secondly it will take a toll on the dreamer’s mind. Too much manipulation in the dreamer’s dreamworld can shatter their mind."
Aisha looked up and stared at Dominic . She froze not only because of what Dominic had just said, but because she had heard a rustling sound coming from the nearby bushes. Dominic set his cup down and peered over to the bushes as well. “Looks like your subconscious has finally found us,” he whispered…
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 8:33 pm
 PART IV: We're all MaD here
From the bushes leapt out a small bird, no larger than a common sparrow. However, when the bird walked out of the shade and into the clearing it revealed itself to be entirely mechanical. Its golden eyes glinted and clicking sounds were made every time its little legs moved. The mechanical bird swiftly moved towards them, but halted once it was a couple a feet away. Its metallic beck opened and what sounded like a robotic voice said, “Unauthorized individual is warned to leave this area, this world immediately. Young mistress is allowed to stay and wander in the world of her own. Again, intruder will be executed if found lingering.” The bird’s beak clapped shut and without any warning it leapt into the air, its silver fanned out wings flapping furiously to keep itself afloat. With a humming sound the bird took off, zooming upwards through the tree. Aisha waited for the buzzing sound to grow distant before stealing a glance at Dominic .
To her dismay, Dominic was sipping steaming tea and munching on a tart as if nothing had interfered with their little tea party. “Wha…what are you doing!?!” Aisha stammered. Dominic calmly looked up ate her finished chewing before he answered matter-of-factly, “I’m having afternoon tea and sweets.” Dominic went back to sipping his tea and staring at Aisha’s empty plate. “But..you heard what that mecha bird said! We will be killed!” Aisha couldn’t believe it, but Dominic had lifted up his hand to stop her from stammering onwards. “No, ‘I’ will be killed. You are the owner of this DreamWorld and a guard recognized you. By the way that’s a good sign, it indicates that you DreamWorld is healthy and not infected. If it were, the inhabitants of DreamWorld would attack their Master or Mistress. They protect the DreamWorld and only attack intruders. If we were to go into someone else’s mind then both of us would be deemed intruders and attacked.”
Aisha was still a little disturbed at Dominic's lack of reaction to being informed that he was going to be killed if found by the occupants of her DreamWorld. Her unease must have been written all over her face for Dominic lowered his cup and leaned towards her. In a low voice he said, “Aisha, don’t worry your pretty little head. I might not look it, but I’m an excellent fighter and quite skilled in the DreamWorld. Plus, only stressing yourself out about it will make it easier for them to locate us again; fudge?” Dominic was offering her a plate of decadent fudge chunks, but all Aisha could do was slowly close her wide open mouth. “Was he an idiot?” she thought.
However, Aisha picked up a fudge chunk and began chewing on it. It was as delicious as it looked, though it was a bit eerie that the taste and sensation of eating food was so real here in the DreamWorld, that she morbidly wondered that one could lose sight of reality and dream and basically starve to death without knowing it. Then another question rose in her mind and she looked back at Dominic who was again sipping his tea. “What do you mean by ‘infected’?
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 4:18 pm
PART V: Infections and Fires  Dominic set his teacup back onto his saucer before he replied to Aisha’s question. There were certain things she should know, and a few she shouldn’t be enlightened of…just yet. “An infection of the DreamWorld is rather broad term that covers various causes and symptoms one will have. In the simplest sense, it is an unbalance in the DreamWorld. The normal balance is almost a like a ying and yang, dark and light, good dreams and nightmares. This balance is normal and required to keep a person healthy. However, a person can start having nightmares that increase in intensity and occurance. Some patients don’t even have good dreams anymore and become afraid of sleep, avoiding it at all cost until it takes a toll on their physical and mental health. The causes of the nightmares taking over the DreamWorld are numerous. Sometimes it is due to outside forces that affect the dreamer such as too much stress in life, a death of a loved one, and trauma. Sometimes it manifests due to illness or mental illness. And rarely, though the most dangerous…it is due to creatures that feed on the mind of dreamers, these dark beings are called Dream Eaters and they are like viruses. They can spread, they mutate to become powerful, and they slowly kill their host until nothing but a shell of a person remains. Once a Dream Eater enters your mind, it tries to destroy your DreamWorld. Your Guardian will fight the Dream Eater, but overtime it may become overwhelmed by the darkness and consumed by it. If a Dream Eater consumes a Guardian, they gain the protector's power and change into a more powerful and dangerous form.” Dominic said in serious tone before taking a sip of his tea. He looked rather lost in his own thoughts, no doubt the Dream Eaters were a force to be reckoned with.
SKEEEEEWWWWWW! SKKKKEEEEEWWWWWW!
“Oppsy! I’ve lingered a little bit longer than planned! Don't worry! Your Guardian will find you!” Said Dominic as he jumped to his feet and whirled around. A swarm of what could be a hundred mecha sparrows were shooting through the tree canopy and aiming right for Dominic, their sharp beaks poised for attack. They engulfed Dominic into their swarm and Aisha, terrified, couldn’t even hear him above the noise or see any part of Dominic. Without thinking she leapt out of her seat and rushed at the swarm. “Get away from him! Shoo!” Aisha began lashing out at the mecha sparrows which were hard and heavy to the touch. “I SAID LEAVE HIM ALONE!” She screamed and suddenly curled fists as they were engulfed in flames of fire. Aisha began shooting fireballs at the swarm, which caught their attention. Some of the birds caught fire and began to disintegrate, while other merely ducked out of the way.
While none of the mecha sparrow attacked her, Aisha was steadily losing control of the intensity of the fireballs and their direction. Soon parts of the forest were set ablaze and even the fire seemed to slowly be covering her body. Aisha screamed in fright, she couldn't control it at all now. As Aisha was panic, she heard a rumbling sound coming closer.
"STOP!"
Boomed a mighty deep voice that seemed vibrate the ground.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 9:32 pm
PART VI: The Guardian and I
 “Calm yourself Mistress!”
Repeated the resonating voice. Aisha froze in shock and stopped waving her hands about her. Bearing down on her was a massive oriental dragon. Aisha was surprised and even curious...but oddly she did not feel afraid of this beast. “Who...are you?” She asked without breaking her unwavering gaze off of the dragon. Aisha was so enrapt by this beast that she hadn’t noticed that since it’s appearance the flames had disappeared.
The dragon inclined its head to one side as it surveyed the human before it with its fierce glowing green eyes. Its long scaly body uncoiled slightly as he took a couple steps forward, his clawed feet digging into the soil. “I am your Guardian, Izu-uki. I patrol your dreams and keep the nightmares in check. I feel your emotions and try to give you guidance while you sleep. I know all you secrets, fears, and hopes. I am your minds keeper and I intend to do my duty. The man who was here earlier...he is an interesting one. Be careful young one for the path him might be treacherous, but I know you have been looking for your calling...a Dream Catcher might be the answer.” Izu-uki stretched his long scaly body and yawned, revealing long sharp teeth.
’Wow...this is one kick-a** Guardian!’ Aisha thought though...”How did you know about Dominic? And about the Dream Catchers?” Izu-uki looked down at Aisha. “I am aware of all the things that happen in the DreamScape. I was keeping an eye on this Dominic. By the laws we are built on, we can not allow foreigners in your mind or they slowly and unintentional start warpping your mind. Also...whatever you know...I know. And again I advise caution in you decision. Now...you must go back to your realm little one. “ The great dragon shook his head and backed up a few steps. “Wait! Will I get to see you again?” Aisha asked hopefully. The beast nodded, then leapt into the air and flew up into the sky.
Suddenly, Aisha felt a tug around her middle and an odd sensation of falling down even though she was perfectly balance and upright. Her vision was going dark and...Aisha opened her eyes and gulped in some air. She felt like she had just fainted, but her vision was picking up the lab, the chair she was strapped into, and Dominic’s face beaming down at her. “Well?” Dominic asked with a smiled as he peered down at Aisha’s stunned face.
“This...is awesome!” Aisha cheered as Dominic released her from the safety binds. “Yeah, I was pretty stunned when I met my Guardian. They are amazing...though mine tried to give me a lecture about how to comport myself in civil society. Oh well! It’s assuring though to meet them and know that you do have someone protecting your mind in this field of work.” Dominic helped Aisha onto her feet, her legs were a bit wobbly from the outwardly experience. Aisha couldn't help but wonder what form Dominic's Guardian took as...by the sound of 'lecturing,' Aisha couldn't help but think of some strict school headmaster.
“So? When do we start?” Aisha asked eagerly. “Well, first you should do some training in the Simulation room. From what I gather, you nearly burned up because you couldn’t control your elemental ability.” Dominic scratched his chin in thought. “Yeah...about that...how could I suddenly summon fire?” Aisha asked curiously. She had so many questions now. “Well, agents have a general battle class they prefer to use when in the Deamscape. Of course you can really do anything if you stretch those creative brain tissues. But some people have a knack for being a warrior, a shaman, or even a samurai. In my case, I love wielding swords and usually don’t wander a Dreamscape without being equipped with one.” Aisha nodded in understanding, then gave a small yawn, though she tried to hide it behind her hand, Dominic wasn’t fooled.
“Coffee time!” Dominic cheered.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 5:52 pm
PART VII: Reminiscence  Aisha was staring into her empty mug. Why did she suddenly recall events that took place nearly five years ago? She had no idea, but so much has changed since then. Soon Aisha wasn’t the only agent or employee of Dream Catcher Inc. She was no longer a teenager nor an undergrad, instead she was now a graduate student in applied neuroscience and cybernetics. Turns out Dominic was well connected...almost suspiciously so... It was 6:00 am on a Wednesday morning, and with no need to go into her laboratory at NYU, Aisha took her time in the kitchen putting together cereal and brewing a big fresh jug of coffee. Suddenly a slight snore came from the other side of the counter. There slumped in a tall bar chair was Dominic, head leaning backwards and mouth agape. A newspaper had been sprawled in front of him as well as a plate with now cold buttered toast, slightly burnt. Aisha held off the sudden urge at tossing cherrios at him and see if she could aim one into his mouth...but she didn’t want him to choke and die...she needed her next paycheck! Suddenly the huge and expensive barista coffee maker piped and gurgled, expelling the roasted fragrance of dark coffee into the air. “Cooffeeeee!” Cheered Dominic as he sprung to life and nearly gave Aisha a heart attack. Even after five years of working with the man, he still had a way of surprising her. “Oh sweet precious liquid that keeps me going.” Continued Dominic as he walked over to the coffee maker, while grabbing Aisha’s empty mug. He then fixed to cups of coffee and Aisha held off her questions while he performed his morning ritual. No matter where he was in the building, Dominic could catch the whiff of the roast smell and come bounding...even all the way down the carport. Aisha continued munching her cereal until Dominic placed down the mug in front of her and sat down opposite with his own in both hands. A little caramel drawn happy face with a bow tie on whip cream smiled up at her. “Sooo, what were you trying to to do in the kitchen before you fell asleep?” Aisha inquired, before she destroyed the little face by drinking her coffee. “I’m trying to find some useful spare parts for a prototype I’m drawing up and want Lilli to review...also I found her...” Dominic replied as he bit into the toast. “Her?” Aisha asked as her brows knitted together in confusion. Did he mean Lillian? “Yes our next Dreamer” Dominic replied with his mouth full of crunchy burnt toast. “Are you sure?” Aisha commented with a hint of incredulousness in her voice as she pushed back her finished bowl of cereal and spoon, before folding her hands and leaning on the counter. “Yes! I’m 99.999999% sure.” Dominic nodded, before taking a sip of his coffee and scanning the print. “Good! Since last time we were trying to track down a Dreamer and instead we spent the whole day chasing what turned out to be a stray cat!” Aisha exclaimed as she straightened up. “Yes....I wonder how Muggsy is doing....and for your information, animals can dream and it sometimes interferes with my radar system.” Dominic put up two fingers, one on each side of his head and mimicked antennas on his head. Aisha frowned at him. There were points in her employment where she thought Dominic was indeed a visitor from beyond the stars. His little charade wasn’t helping. It had been awhile since their last Dreamer, seemed like the Dream Eaters were staying low for the while. Then again...it’s always calm before a big storm hits...
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 5:55 pm
The thread is now open to posting for those with accepted profiles! Let me know if you have any questions, otherwise, happy rping everyone and I hope you enjoy the story!
Cheers!
Hoshiko
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 8:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 6:36 am
 Thanial Lorenzo Kari
 Thanial yawned as he entered the kitchen. His black hair was still damp from the shower he had just taken and he had opted to not wear his glasses (or a shirt or shoes, for that matter). "Morning folks," He said as he made his way to the fridge, looking remarkably not well rested for someone who had evidently just gotten up. The truth of the matter is he had been up till one working on fixing a mod for a game: he had created a personal site a year ago dedicated to solving programing issues for a small fee. Apparently some rich kid from Texas was not happy with the minimal amount of blood in his computer game. When Thanial did finally go to sleep he had some weird dream where he was on a picnic with his dream guardian complete with cheap wine and deviled eggs. Evidently, he decided, he needed to get out more. As he raided the fridge pulling out orange juice and a bottle of vodka, along with an 8 oz glass, he registered Loretta's question about a new client. "New client as in someone who's coming through the front door? I'm willing to wear a tie for that." Thanial said as he filled half the glass with vodka and the other half with orange juice. Considering the few people who actually used the reception area, Thanial often liked to think that the money could have been budgeted from making that area looking so remarkable to something more useful: perhaps employee pay?
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 2:27 pm
Aisha was cleaning her bowl and spoon in the sink when Loretta and Thanial walked in. “Morning Loretta, Thanial! ” Aisha chirped in reply, noting that Loretta had been diligently working out...didn’t Aisha write that one of her New Year’s resolutions was to work out more...well didn’t she also plan to buy a task planner to write all her resolutions in? Nope...she forgot about that as well. Oh well. Dominic yawn a lazy, “Mooorrrning,” then finished the rest of his toast. “Yep, new client” Dominic replied to Loretta as he inclined his to smile up at her. “And yes, she and her family will be entering through the front in a little bit for their appointment. A tie would be much better than my old lady costume right!” Dominic added with a grinned towards Thanial. Aisha halted in her clean up to narrow her eyes and frown. “Don’t you ever dare try that again. I had nightmares for weeks.” Aisha shook her head as she turned to put the utensil away. “Alright alright!” Dominic acquiesced with his hands up before jumping off the stool. “Alright team, suit up and head to the SLEEP Lab for a full debrief about our new assignment.” Dominic stated as he started to make his way towards the elevator. Aisha, who already finished her breakfast and properly dressed in slacks, a white blouse paired with a scarf wrapped around her neck, jacket , and slippers. Aisha usually had a professional to prep fashion style, which suited the occasion. She hurried after Dominic into the elevator and noted that he too was already dressed for the visitors. That should have given her a hint, but oh well. As the elevator lowered them to the 14th floor. Usually for prospective dreamers, Dominic would hold a meeting in the conference room, but it seemed like they were going to have a quick briefing in the lab and jump into the thick of things. “So...” Aisha started to say as she gave Dominic a sideways glance. “No big meeting and the family is showing up in only a couple of hours? You love having extravagant meetings. What’s the hurry?” Dominic didn’t look at Aisha and he stalled for time as he let his hand rub his chin, as if he was wondering what or how much to reveal. “Well, let us just say I have a hunch about the certain dreamer and the faster we move the better.” Dominic left it at that as he exited the elevator. Aisha did not like the response, but knew when to stop badgering Dominic for more information. Soon he would reveal the whole details to the team...hopefully. The pair were now in the Sleep Laboratory as Dominic began switching on the capsules so they could warm up. Aisha noted that he was turning...all of them on...was he planning on sending all of the agents in?
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 3:46 pm
Thanial Lorenzo Kari
Thanial snorted unimpressed at Aisha's complaint about nightmares for weeks. Considering, Thanial had first end up among the Dream Catchers as a client, he very rarely was impressed by other's casual complaints about nightmares. "Oh, I found the old lady bit amusing. I never slept better after witnessing that sight," Thanial said seriously. "However for the record, I will only dress in drag if my pay goes up $200 a month. Regardless, I will be down in reception within fifteen minutes. Feel free to text me if you need me. I'll let you know when our new client comes in."
Drinking the rest of his Screwdriver made from half vodka and half orange juice, he placed the glass into the dishwasher. He headed up to his bedroom to finish getting dressed, because no matter how casual he was allowed to dress (even when working the front desk), he had a feeling Dominic wouldn't go for the whole half dressed look. Ten minutes later he was dressed in a dress shirt and tie, dark jeans, wearing his glasses, and sporting a pair of casual black shoes, and was behind in the reception area starting the pot of coffee. He sat down in the chair behind the reception desk, and propped his feet on the desk, leaning back. He would have been more annoyed about yet another time where he was stuck being a glorified secretary while the others would get to do the exciting work, except he was exhausted and in his opinion started the day out right with a balanced breakfast. (At least he drank some orange juice this morning- that has vitamin C in it.)
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 4:53 pm
Lillian awoke with a start, wincing as she sent tools clattering away into the darkness surrounding her. The girl rubbed her eyes and yawned, her purplish red hair looking closer to purple in the blue light of the generators that were beginning to cycle up. They were her own inventions, used to power the machinery in the building without them having to draw from the grid. It saved them lots of money and meant they did not get frequent visits from the local authorities querying their unusual power requirements. Yawning and rubbing her eyes, she was barely aware that one of the straps of her nightdress had fallen off her shoulder, the cut leaving her left breast completely exposed. The heat of the generator room must have lulled her into a sleep while she had been tinkering with one of the computers that coordinated the generators so they would all work in tandem. Looking down, her red eyes fell on her slight exposure and she shook her head. Tugging her dress back into place, the girl got herself to her bare feet.
Yawning and stretching again, she completely undid her earlier good work and had to adjust herself again. Shaking her head again, the scientist pulled the thin white strap back up and wandered out of the generator room into the main area. She saw Aisha and Dominic already dressed and turning on the machines. Raising an eyebrow at all the machines being turned on, she glanced at the metal band on her right wrist and noted the time. “New client?” asked Lillian, as she wanted slowly over to Dominic. She gave him a small smile, deciding not to tell him off for turning on the machines while she was not present. The original technology might belong to him, but she had modified it far beyond that and she disliked it when he acted as if it was still his. He was the boss, but the girl felt rather possessive about things she made and really would not like to have to fix problems caused by other people.
Glancing at the other female in the room, she gave the green-eyed girl a small smile before returning her attention to her employer. “I’ll handle the rest of the power up sequence and testing. You should go get ready.” Turning away, she walked over to the main technical desk and began the process of booting up the operating system. It was a unique system, pretty much impossible to use unless you were her or Dominic. He wanted her to teach other people how to use it in case him and her were ever out of action, but she had never really found the time to do it – or the desire if she was honest with herself.
She sagged into the comfortable chair, pulling her legs up and hugging her knees to her chest while the system loaded up. Her red eyes followed the console output, the white and black text partially reflected in her gaze, taking a mental note to press for another upgrade of the servers – the recently increased accuracy and sensitivity had really slowed the system down.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 12:39 am
Raanan Thomjir
Jekyll with insanity...  The soft morning light crept through Ran's Bedroom window to softly caress his pale cheek. He grumbled, rolling over and throwing his silver colored comforter over his head. Get up, you Idiot.... Dirae sounded like she was in another mood this morning. Ran hated when she scolded him. He was no child. The voice in his head was harsh, and Raanan grumbled a few choice words back at her as he lifted himself from the warmth of his bed. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the crumbs of sleep off of them. He had stayed up way too late. For some reason, he found himself unable to really sleep until at least after midnight. He cracked one of his pale blue eyes to survey the alarm clock on his night stand. He was late. Quckly, the man through himself out of his bed and attempted to run to his closet, his feet tangling in the mass of sheets and blankets around his ankles. Ran fell over hard, crashing against one of the designer chairs near his closet. Cursing, he stood and untangled his feet. He knew there there would be a bruise there on his elbow, but didnt take the time to really examine it. He knew that he would already be the butt of todays jokes because of his tardiness. There was no time to stop at the infirmary and get checked out. Besides, he was fine. If it wasnt pouring blood, it wasnt important. "Its gonna be one of those days...aint it.." He growled to himself as he managed to get into his closet. He pulled on his suit, a slick gray colored Armani suit with a high thread count. Very comfortable, and very expensive. The suit hugged his slim frame, hanging just loosely at the feet to cover his black leather shoes. He was rather tall, and skinny, but was still quite muscular. He blamed that mostly on good genetics. He simply didnt have the time or the patience to really work out. Sometimes when he was trying to tire himself enough to sleep, then he would go for a run or a swim, but otherwise it wasnt on his list of top priorities. Ran finished dressing and hurried out of his room, slamming the door behind him. He could already hear Dom's jests about what had taken him so long. He smiled, knowing his boss would likely enjoy taunting him about his new girl friend "Palmela Handerson". It seemed that a rumor had begun flying around the agency about his reasoning for never having a girlfriend or dating, or at least sleeping around. It wasnt that he couldnt get a girl, Ran simply didnt want to. He found most women now a days boring and dull, caring only about their looks and today's fads and fashions. Ran just didnt find himself in the need currently. Yes, he found some women very attractive, but he just.. He wasnt really sure why, but he just didnt have the energy for a relationship. Of course, he did still enjoy making the ever effective backhanded comment to the females of the agency. Ran hurried down the stairs and moved into the kitchen. He saw the remnants of breakfast, and a half empty pot of old coffee. He moved over to the machine, judging on if he would have a cup or not. But when he touched the glass, the pot was cold. Gross... Both he and Dirae agreed on that thought. There was nothing really made up for him to eat quickly, so Ran decided just to skip breakfast. It wasnt gonna hurt him. Sighing, Raanan assumed his usual slouch and looked one last time at the coffee pot longingly before leaving the kitchen and heading out to find the rest of the agents. He headed off to the sleep lab to see if everyone had already gathered there.
...Or the creature that he keeps inside.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 1:01 am
  Loretta  Siren  Loretta snorted and smiled. " I'm sorry to say I've never seen that costume, you'll have to put it on some time Dom. Probably makes you look younger." She teased as per usual. She then smirked at Thanial. " Morning T.K., cocktail hour still not over for ya?" Loretta joked. She found calling him by his initials was faster than Thanial, plus it kept her from almost calling him NAthanial which was the name of one of her high school classmates so she was tempted often. Before anyone could respond though, she placed her bottle on the counter by the sink to refill later and headed to the door waving behind her. " I call dibs on shower!" She said as she hurried. After all, she was still hot and sweaty from 3 hours of yoga, weight lifting and cardio arobics.
After a good 10 min shower, Loretta took a moment to blow dry her hair and put it in a neat bun at the back of her head. It wasn't a style she particularly liked but used it often as it kept her hair well out of her face and made it so it couldn't be used against her. Unlike the rest of the gang who dressed in blouses and slacks and ties, Loretta prefered a leotard paired with some black leggings and flats. This was her usual ensemble when going into a persons dream because it made her faster and she could manuever easier. For the sake of modesty in front of clients though she did throw on a knee length flowy black skirt to cover her lower torso. A little light pink eye shadow, mascara and peach lip gloss completed the look. After all, she was a girl on top of being a bad a**. Ready for the day, Loretta headed down to meet up in the lab.
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