YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Grymoire CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Inoke Nalu LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[x] RED OR WHITE? White! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: He was used to nightmares, they were sort of a regular thing in his life now, and most of them he had honstly stop considering nightmares anymore. Apparently desentization was actually a thing, who knew? So it had been a long time since he'd woken up with a scream on his tongue covered in sweat and heart pounding. He could barely remember what had terrified him so much now. Trying to grasp at it all he could come up with were flashes and the feeling of panic. He could see houses burning, hear screaming, smell smoke and burnt flesh, but he couldn't place any of it and the more he tried to grasp at the tail of the dream the faster it seemed to fade. Shivering he leaned against the wall by his bed and summoned Vi. Wrapping his hands around the handle and reaching out with his mind he waited. She always seemed to know what he wanted and it didn't take long before he could hear her voice singing softly. He didn't understand a damn word she said but that didn't matter. All that mattered was the feeling of peace as it chased away his dream. I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (wow shock and surprise)
Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 4:52 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Seussi CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Shaheen LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here~ RED OR WHITE? Reeeeed for reasons <3 NIGHTMARE SOLO 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.
All she could see at first was the grey.
It was all around her, a shroud that hid all else from sight. The wisps of fog clung to everything, obscuring her vision, muffling sound, drowning out the world.
She couldn't move.
The fog itself could move, however. It began to snake around her limbs, as though intent on holding her in place, as if by chance her paralyzed limbs might begin to work again. It made it's way across her body agonizingly slowly but much too fast, each tendril working it's way to a meeting point, the center of her chest, where it swirled in circles and she could do nothing but watch, eyes wide and panicked.
She was powerless to stop it. Weak. The fog was moving now, spreading up her chest towards her throat, and she opened her mouth as though to scream.
Silence. She could not speak.
Around her the whispers began, a light babble at first, indiscernible words that tickled at her conscious. They were more annoying then anything, but quickly became nearly unbearable as their volume increased, a crescendo of nonsensical chatter. They brought with them an agony of pain, a fire that prickled across her brain, that spread through her nerves, down her spine, across every part of her body.
The tendrils tightened around her neck, a strangle hold, and suddenly she could no longer breathe.
A gasp of air. A cool breeze brushed against her skin. The fog that encompassed all began to move, and the whispers suddenly became quiet. The fog roiled across watery vision as she continued to struggle against what held her, to fight against the pressure that seemed to press down on her lungs, as they ached for oxygen, as she fought to scream against he pain.
Faces. Horribly blank at first, they appeared out of the fog. Sentinels, standing around her. Watching. Unknown faces. Those of War, of Death and Famine and Conquest. They stared at her, their eyes glowing yellow, their skin ashen.
At her heart, a piercing pain. She was able to look down, her body allowing her only that. Darkness seeped across her skin in veins of black.
You failed.
The whispers had suddenly all joined to form a rushing cacophony of words.
You failed.
Unknown.
You are not the one.
No good.
Alone.
Powerless.
Unwanted.
Unnecessary.
You will die.
Unknown.
Unknown.
Failure.
Failure
FAILURE.
In a split moment, when all became too much to bare, when the pain to great, and when blackness began to creep in along the edges of her vision, threatening to take her under, it all stopped. For just that second, she could move, she could gasp in that much needed breath, she could let out an earth shattering scream, her head tilted back, tears sliding down her cheeks. Not like this. No. She had so much to do. She couldn't go out like this.....
And then all that Shaheen was burst apart at it's seams, her body fading to grey, cracking. Her head split, then caved in on itself, the rest of her quick to follow. There was a sense of falling, endlessly, as she crumbled quite literally to the ground, nothing left but of her but ashes. Grey dust scattered across the ground.
A grey that joined the fog, and became the nothing that she had so had so desperately sought not to be.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 4:58 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Seussi CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Finn Connor LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here~ RED OR WHITE? White if possible <3 NIGHTMARE SOLO 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.
Stumbled, staggered steps took him across a ground littered with bodies. His gaze fell on each, a single brown eye rolling downwards. A flash of hair spilled out around a face, a mouth agape in a silent scream of horror, black liquid dribbling down a chin.
He was smiling. It was so beautiful. All of them now, they were just perfect.His friends, all staring lifelessly up into his face as he passed them. He was grinning from ear to ear. All dead. All of them.
It was so beautiful.
"Finn?"
The voice, a familiar one, traveled through the air from somewhere behind him. He straightened from where he had begun to crouch, from where fingers had brushed against a face, moving strands of red away from lilac eyes just so.
"Finn what have you done?" The horror and panic in the voice was impossible to ignore, and so when he turned, and let his eye rest on the one, the last one left, his grin could only grow wider.
"Isn't it wonderful? Absolutely flawless." He moved towards them, a hand reaching out as though in kindness. "Now they can no longer speak. Now they can no longer make me...Feel." He was right in front of them now, a hand rising up, gloved knuckles brushing against a cheek.
"Now it's just me and you." Whispered words, fingers threading through pale hair, gentle at first, almost caressing.
And then they tightened their hold, yanking back on the hair, forcing the final victims head to tilt back at a painful looking angle. They let out a strangled cry, and Finn placed a finger to their lips, something tucked into the palm of his hand glinting in the light, something made of glass.
"Shhhhhhh, just you and me." The index finger was suddenly jammed into the other persons mouth, moving to wrench open teeth. "You understand, don't you?" A glass vial slid down, the top already open, a black liquid inside.
"I can't be happy. So you need to go. I can't love you." The liquid was flowing out, down into the other's mouth. The struggled of course. Everyone always struggled. Fingers clawed at Finn's face, feet kicked at his legs. They were choking. The liquid was choking them, and it burned, and it stunk. Like rotting corpses the scent filled the air, cloying and thick.
The body began to stop thrashing, and finally went still, and Finn let the hand holding the vial fall away, before leaning forward to press a light kiss against soft lips.
"And now I don't have to. Goodbye." He whispered, before letting the body fall away, to the ground, to join the others.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 5:20 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: The Moshmonster CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Eachann LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL: RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: - 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)
Eachann tossed and turned, sweat beading on his brow. In his mind he saw water swirling above his head, he felt a presence in his arms he swam down, feeling dull nails scrape uselessly against his flesh.
He bolted upright, his shirt sopping wet with sweat, he looked over the edge of his water bed into the pool that surrounded it and shivered. It was a recurring nightmare he'd had since he was a child. He shook his head, he wouldn't be like them. He was valiant, he was a knight! He would save them.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Grey Dragon CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Oliver Keeley LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:(But this journal is so sad and empty...XD) RED OR WHITE? White please! <3 NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
The atmosphere was warm. Tropical even. Beyond him stretched a backdrop of field and forest, an intermingled web of images he had seen once, or imagined to exist, but they were of little consequence. Oliver was riding a dinosaur. And the scenery mattered nothing when you were riding a dinosaur.
It was some sort of saurischian, a wide-bodied theropod with a hefty Tyrannosaurid head, and Oliver's best guess was that it must have been some kind of Albertosaurus, judging by it's size. It's forearms were longer than he would have expected, raptor-like in proportion, with four long claws on each hand. He couldn't see the arms of his own dinosaur, but there were others like it, surrounding him. A whole pack of them. They were keeping pace with his own, with dark, shark-like eyes fixed at some point in the distance. Something about their single-minded focus as they all walked together unnerved the boy. An unsettling feeling that something was off…
The peculiar feeling nagged at him, and as he looked at the pack around him he could just feel something radiating off the strange dinosaurs. Their scales were tiny feathers, dark and rippling as they walked, still staring, still unaware of him amidst them. His own theropod was different. It's feathering was not so dark. And it's behaviour was less robotic, it turned it's head and shifted it's posture, everything one would expect a living, breathing creature to do. The dark aura surrounding the pack grew.
Oliver felt a sudden fear overwhelm him. In an instant he realized it was absolutely vital that the other saurischians not notice he was different.
The warm, tropical atmosphere grew dark, misty and grey, and there were no longer little fields and ponds and trees around him and his monstrous escort. There were shapes in the darkness, or perhaps just shifting mist. But he was not afraid of anything beyond those dark dinosaurs around him. He prayed that whatever it was that held their gaze beyond the mist continued to do so.
It seemed to go on for hours, and in a sense only mere minutes had passed. He waited with shallow, fearful breaths, second by second as the creatures stared straight ahead. His own was going with the flow now, the dark theropods on all sides, he had to pull his legs up so they didn't brush against either of the dark creature's sides…
And then slowly one of the heads turned.
Without slowing pace, the robotic creature reaffixed it's gaze. The stare that bored it's way through Oliver was cold, dead, hollow and malicious in a way only nightmares can manage.
It had noticed.
One by one, the creatures began to turn towards Oliver and his living, breathing theropod. Each new stare was like a weight on his heart. Each pair of empty eyes turned his way could have been the ringing of his death knell.They had noticed, one by one they had noticed he was different…
Once the last of the heads had turned his way, every last creature pressed in towards him as they walked and began to slowly tear apart his dinosaur from under him. Those rows of thick, dagger-like teeth seemed skeletal and sinister, and the skin they touched turned black and rotted as the flesh was torn away. The dinosaur carrying him kept walking, and the others just kept pulling it apart, teeth reaching, hunting for Oliver as though they were blind. He was standing on ribs slick with black, rotting flesh, and then scrambling forward, grasping at tendons and vertebrae with dark, bloodstained hands, trying to reach his dinosaur's strong head, and get away from the teeth…
But he could feel it before he saw it. Those dark, soulless eyes, of his long-dead dinosaur. It's teeth gnashed, and as it lifted it's head in an unearthly cry, flesh split and dark blood oozed from it's throat.
Somehow this transformation, this walking death and rotting flesh and dark, congealing blood, somehow it seemed far worse than when the white, searching teeth finally found him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 5:31 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Bittiface CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Otto Graves LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
The entirety of his world was enclosed in a great black cage. From it's centre, the red creature grinned as it began to engulf the enclosure in a suffocating black fog. It crept outward. It chased him.
Otto ran through the streets as earthquakes cracked across the pavement. Buildings fell and crumbled all around. Each second threatened to consume him and squash him. He ran. His legs felt like led but he ran until he reached the edge of the world. There was nothing. The bars lined the blackened skies. The fog was nearly here.
"You are not escaping everything. Their deaths are the result of your carelessness. I wonder how long you'll last in this division before you realize that your running away creates casualties. I'm sure some people just prefer to be oblivious and stupid until the end."
Caelius's words echo'd like a cracks of thunder in the sky. Otto's heart felt as though it were ripped out his mouth. He spun around in time to see he'd done this. He'd run away and the world ended because of it.
And now, the terrible pitch black he feared was suffocating him in the screams of his friends. He would be tortured and ripped apart for all eternity.
He had no one to blame but himself.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Bittiface CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Siobhan Kennedy LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
She cried but she held no voice. She ran but she eternally tripped on her gown. On her hands and knees she couldn't move an inch. She flailed and she tried, but she kept on failing. She kept on fumbling. She could not catch up. They'd left her behind.
It was coming for her. It grabbed her ankle and dragged her away into that small space again.
No one would come back for her.
She would wait forever, voiceless and alone.
She loved them all. She wished they would all die.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: kalindara CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: David Brant LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:here RED OR WHITE? White (but not super fussed) NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: He dreams of battle - he's always dreaming of battle. He cuts down an enemy and another immediately takes its place. Weapons clash, but he is stronger. They lose. He takes the breathing space before the next opponent charges to check the field of battle - enemies as far as he can see, all wearing that distinctive uniform.
A woman crosses swords with him this time. He laughs in his head. Do they really think he'll be swayed by gender? Anyone who attacks him will die - it's that simple. The woman has two swords to his one, but they're more fragile than his blade. He has to switch from a one-handed grip to two, but it's easy work to shatter one, then sheath his sword in her gut. He kicks her off, turning to catch an enraged male by the throat with his left hand. Black claws dig in, then rip out. The coat and scarf of the man's uniform flutter behind him as he drops.
He laughs out loud this time, the spray of hot blood on his face. The idiot should have known better than to announce his attack with a scream of anger.
The enemy falters. None come forward to engage him now. He stares them down with a sneer. "You sons of rabid, flea-infested monkeys think you can defeat me? I've heard humans say brains aren't everything, but in your case they're nothing at all."
In his mind, a voice purrs, I'm sure I've heard at least one of those insults before.
It's a familiar voice, but closer than normal. Rather than an external voice speaking from a linked corner of his mind, this sounds more like one of his own thoughts.
Do you care? he thinks.
Hmm, not really. I'm so glad you've come around to my way of thinking.
Our way of thinking, is the automatic correction. Once thought, it feels right. There's not a Davey and an Azrael anymore, just a DaveyandAzrael.
One of the enemy steps forward, a young man with yellow hair and eyes. They raise their sword, but he makes no move to attack.
"Davey, mate," he begins, "just stop. Look at what you've done. Look at your arm."
Their gaze travels to the double-handed grip on their sword. The right arm is human, kind of pale, they think critically. The left darkens to black, tipped in claws of deepest onyx. They look blankly back up at the man. They can feel a building pressure in their shoulder blades signalling another change soon to come. They're not worried. This body is shared now. Why wouldn't it take on aspects of both of them?
As to the fallen bodies... They're only Hunters. Who cares about them?
This bores them. The enemy started this, chasing after them, attacking them. The enemy would hurt them, break them, enslave them. They refuse to allow that. They'll wipe the enemy out first.
"Davey, this isn't you," the young man gurgles as he dies on their blade.
They scoff even as the horde takes the man's death as a sign to charge. Of course this is them, who else would they be?
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 6:23 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Huni Pi CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: B Ruth LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[x] RED OR WHITE? White (but toss her wherever needed) NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Inaudible voices. Muted whispers. All around her, secrets are being revealed, mysterious are unwound, and everything is laid bare.
She has nothing to hide behind. No masks to disguise herself. No images to blur or distort.
And all eyes turn to her.
They know who she is. They know what she is. And they are not impressed.
Unseen hands grip her arms, pulls them back, binds them behind her. Her jaw is unhinged open. Something pours into her mouth and slides down her throat.
Scream for us.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Huni Pi CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Ligaya Sison delos Santos LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[x] RED OR WHITE? Red (but toss her wherever needed) NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Blank void.
White emptiness.
Nothing as far as the eye can see.
Joy runs. And runs. And runs.
And runs.
She can't tell if she's back to where she started, can't tell if she's running in place, or just in circles.
No up. No down.
"Oh God, this is so ******** boooooooooooring!!!" she shrieks, spews profanities enough to paint the air blue but still.
Nothing as far as the eye can see.
White emptiness.
Blank void.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: iloveyoudie CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Bix LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? SNOW WHITE NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: He was stuck, closed in. Cold metal under him and cold metal above.
The same nightmare. Always.
He panicked, arms coming up to pound on the metal above his face. It echoed hollow and metallic under his fists. He was freezing and naked, too frightened to scream.
Back on the slab.
And then he heard it. Far away.
"Bix!" It resounded through the walls. "Bix?! BIX!" A bloodcurdling scream, pounding the same as his from far away.
It was Ceres.
And he couldn't get to her.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: iloveyoudie CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Xaejil LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: The ghoul sighed after a long day of classes. She found her dorm room, walked slowly through the door, and with relief removed her pin and waited for the satisfying moment of freedom as she resumed her natural form.
But the moment never came.
The pin clattered almost in slow motion. There was no rush of relief, the tingle of that rush of magic bringing her back her truth. There was absolutely nothing.
Jil felt an unfamiliar feeling: Panic. A heaviness settled in her gut, hollow and frightening, getting stronger and scarier as each second dragged out longer and she still had limbs and hair and squishy pink skin.
The panic turned to terror. How long did it last? Every second that ticked by felt like forever. Would this last.... forever? I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (wow shock and surprise)
Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 6:41 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: [Eskimo] CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Gwyn LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:FEAST YAR EYES RED OR WHITE? Can I let you choose? I can't decide. orz (I'll be happy no matter what, I promise.) NIGHTMARE SOLO 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.
A meadow of gray trees and grass and sky. They swayed constantly in a stale breeze that offered no cooling relief. The gray scale grew darker.
Ancient shadows of ash trees hung over her hood and entered the back of her throat, choking her mouth with black shade that turned to sick ooze.
Where was she going? It was all variations of darkness.
Her boots felt tight--far too tight. They constricted her feet with such strength that she felt her feet pulsate. She stumbled, hands slapping the ground as she landed. She coughed up a mouthful of inky shadow, but it did not free her from the feeling of gagging suffocation.
Somehow she was on her feet again, boots phasing through transparent grass. The breeze pushed the covering from her head, and it dematerialized, seeming to be eaten particle by particle by shadows. A moment after, all the clothes fell away from her body, pushed behind her by the stagnant flutters of wind, and were also snatched by the darkness. Her hair fell from its ties and fluttered down to its full length, bringing a strange light that clothed Gwyn in a sleeveless nightgown she recognized from childhood.
Childhood.
Walking on bare freckled feet, her glazed eyes guiding her, she stared on through shifting blacks and grays, watching the trees sway and dance like drunkards. Her stomach churned and she staggered, retching in an attempt to clear her throat of the ball of black ooze, but to no avail--only drips trickled from her lips.
A sound sliced through the shade--a metallic roar--and she hesitated, fear gripping her chest.
The blackness decreased ahead of her, revealing not light, but some spawn of its torment--a field of monstrous cabbages, leaves sprawling into tangles of claws and heads armed with gaping mouths of jagged teeth that screeched and roared and cried out, some like wailing children, others like nails against slate.
Her legs moved her forward towards the sepulchral cabbage patch, not against her will, but not conducive to her will--she had no will. She simply moved on.
I can't go back, her thoughts whispered achingly. I can't go back...!
She brought tremulous fingertips to her lips and then examined them, watching the thick ink-like substance move down her pale flesh, lackadaisical and sick. She gasped uncertainly and gagged, moving still towards the nightmarish cabbages without looking up.
Oh, please, her inner voice begged breathlessly, please...
Still she walked on and the patch was brought back into focus. The ghastly sounds intensified, causing reverberating pain through her hare ears.
Please...!
Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, but they clouded her vision in an even greater darkness--they had taken on the same composition as what was clogging her throat. The need to sob out loud was so heavy within her, yet no cry left her body.
Why? she asked. Why? Why? Why? With no direct target for her question, she remained unanswered.
She felt the ground rumble beneath her as the stretching roots grew up out of the ground, knotted and dagger-like, kneading the black earth and forming into the sharpest of points. The eyeless heads gnashed their jaws and frenzied at Gwyn's increasing approach.
I don't want to go back... her mind cried. I don't want to...!
THEY WANT YOU TO! the many cabbages thundered, speaking without moving their salivating mouths.
Gwyn's brows knitted together in supreme sadness, lips quivering and inky ooze streaming down her face.
No! her mind argued, No!
YES! came the roaring replies.
I don't want to...! she sobbed inwardly, yet her feet continued to step forward. The decrepit fence that surrounded the enormous patch crumbled away, wooden splinters floating up into the air, eaten by shadow.
Her legs became overtaken by a sense of weakness and she fell to her knees, hands once again catching her against the ground. She leaned closer to the moving grass and watched ooze color it black. She gagged and coughed, but the choking lump in her throat remained. Her head spun with nausea. She wanted to let herself slide down into the grass--to be taken in--to let go--to just become one with the darkness...she was so tired...she was sure it would provide relief--some kind of relief--any relief--but her body rolled back and she was on her feet once again, moving towards the thrashing cabbages. Now mere feet away, she stared up at their gargantuan height and felt their breath tousle her hair almost gently. Their breath was the stale breeze that moved the trees and the grass and the shadowy fog and her hair--they stole her clothes away. They stole something else away. She didn't know what. They stole something from her. If only she could remember. If only she could remember.
Toes stepped gingerly onto churning earth, cabbage roots daring to roll over her feet. The giant leaf of a cabbage head caressed her foot, the screeching roar from its mouth blasting through her. Her body convulsed constantly with shudders of fear. Cold sweat beaded from every pore, and each translucent bead turned to ooze. It covered her and spread across her body from toe to ear tip, devouring her white gown and turning her into shade. The cabbage mouth gaped and roared before her, roots and leaves sprawling rapidly behind her. They pressed against her naked back and pushed her towards rows of razor teeth.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: `Swirly CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: N’Finity LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:x RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
It had been a slow process of falling sleep… she had accidentally lost control of her own powers and caused a couple of students to basically…trip balls. Although since her powers were weak at best it had just been rather uncomfortable for the duo affected… (She assumed because they had basically shaken themselves off; not that she had had the daring to ask the students if they were okay..)
Bothered by her own feelings of inadequacy and troubled by a lack of muse for her own clothing design; finally Fini slept….
…. Sitting under a tree, a sketch pad in her lap… an idyllic scene of a gentle spring breeze and vivid blue sky… Fin sketched quickly, fingers nimble and clever, creating a sweeping dress with hints of scandalous cut outs and built upon a classic frame. It was perfect… it was the design that she had been trying to make for months now… Now she was going to be able to create an entire line around this one show piece.
Finally; she had managed to be successful.
Lost in the reverie of her own success, enjoying the feeling she had been drowning in – Fin didn’t notice the darkening and cracking of the sky. A soft tickling sensation bothered at her legs and Finn glanced and froze – a scream frozen in her throat. There were ants, angry red ones, swarming her… swarming her legs…. Her paper….
She was frozen and could only watch in horror as the pain became unbearable… the blood blossomed onto the paper as the ants ate away her hands. She was frozen, unable to even help herself and the ants ate away the tools she had for creating while her own blood destroyed the only showpiece she had ever created….
N’Finity woke up screaming…
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 7:22 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: astrazilla CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Delia Butler LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:quest RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
It always starts with rain and rolling thunder, and this time is no different. The raindrops are acid against your skin, with a PH somewhere between one and zero. You are not a a student of chemistry, but like the other sciences, you held a brief interest in it before flitting off to look at something different.
The moon is full and bright and wide, and your sigh of relief comes out at an unholy decibel, echoing throughout the glade. Rain filters through the canopy, and peels away your skin, sloughing it away. It reveals the muscle and the fat beneath, what you hide between layers of clothing out of convenience rather than any sort of shame.
Awed, you run a nerves-muscle-bone hand down your arm, until there is nothing but the bone.
It is pleasant-- entertaining, if not strange-- until the shadows close in around you, navigating the forest with the familiar, predatory gait of a hunter.
They are not shadows.
They are machines, hard steel and cybernetics and mechanics. There are dozens, then hundreds, and they march in perfect time to the beat they are programmed to step to.
You are not afraid of machines, but you are afraid of what could happen if the human race advances further beyond its capabilities of control. It is an uprising, and you would rather die than let it come to pass.
The machines march, and your bones crumble, powerless to stop them. They will have their independence, or they will have humankind's death.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Katarina Everard CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Imryn LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Different dream, but it was the same theme as all the others.
People kept fading in and out, shadows lurking int he corner of her eye but would disappear the moment she turned to see who was there. If anyone had been there, they hadn't stayed long, and once again she was alone. Caught in the void as her body started to dissipate, feeling herself unraveling slowly and unable to do anything to stop it.
Her was voice caught in her throat, wanting to scream and cry out for anyone that might be there, afraid to die there alone knowing that no one would even know she was gone. The darkness that was usually comforting felt cold and empty as the last bits of her began to fade into nothing. I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (wow shock and surprise)
Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 7:29 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: yylaayl CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Clara LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[x] 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.
You dream a terrible dream one that seems to last forever.
She saw a blurry figure - another person, maybe. The presence seemed to tug her closer - the only thing in this world of pitch black she could see was this figure, and the urgency to approach it grew with every passing second. And so she did. She called out something - one word. A name, maybe? She couldn't hear what she had said. The figure was just like any other figure. No distinguishing features. But she knew who it was. Somehow.
As she got closer, she could tell she was looking at the person's back. Her pace quickened, as did her heartbeat.
When she was within arm's reach, she pounced on the figure's shoulders - it felt natural, as if she'd practiced it for all of eternity. The corners of her mouth twitched up into a slight smile as she went to face the figure. The figure raised an eyebrow, although he or she didn't seem to have any facial features. But she knew an eyebrow had been raised and she knew he or she was showing a sign of confusion, because that's what he or she did whenever he or she was perplexed.
A voice, so familiar her heart shattered into a million pieces, came from the figure's mouth.
"Who are you?"
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: kuroopu CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Xavier Hollow LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Wabam RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
He was alone.
He was alone and no one would ever remember him. He had grown up alone, he had gone through life alone, and he would die alone, it was as plain as day, as though his life were already laid out in view in front of him.
The nightmare was simple, but existing was difficult.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: kuroopu CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Ian Rahal-Nazari LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Wabam RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
The blood was everywhere, but mostly it was on his hands. And mostly it was spread all over Shiloh's face and body until there was nothing left but scarlet; a deep, blackening scarlet that smelled harshly of metal and copper.
He couldn't stop the blood, or forget that he'd been the cause of it in the first place.
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