YOUR GAIA USERNAME: and be blue CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Harrow Jude LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:voila! RED OR WHITE? red, why not! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Six men sit around him staring silently down: six men dressed in the family colors, lush capes sweeping over their shoulders, furrowed brows driving their eyes deep into shadow. The effect, combined with hooked noses that Harrow hopes never to grow into, is one of great vultures gathered around the dinner table.
It perfectly suits how Harrow feels about his lot in life. The birds gather round and watch him with distant eyes, waiting for him to trip over his own feet so that they can descend, and devour him.
And here he is paralyzed, staring up at them with his own eyes wide and wild, while they hem and haw and cough and shake their heads slowly...
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 7:59 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Pixie Krysta Ordreg CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Rosmiera Vaughn LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal RED OR WHITE? Red all the way! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
There was fog, nothing but fog around her.
She couldn't tell if she was on school ground, or if this was a dream.
But Rosy didn't dream, she didn't sleep...
"Rosy...." the hush tone of her brother voice caught her ear, causing her to turn only to cover her mouth to stop a scream as it threaten to spill over. The sight of her brother, body nearly mangled, just laying there as her mother stood over it.
That laughter....
Actually running to his side, she drops down to place her hand under his head "Shhh...it will be okay Darren. I promise. I promise, I would protect you." she was trembling as she watch him simply smile. She could tell he knew better, that this was the end for him.
It a blink of an eye, he was gone and she was alone again. She sat there on her knees, shaking as she clenches her teeth together "Darren...? Please answer me...."
It was a cough that caught her attention, causing her head to snap up just as Tavi came into view. He was holding the side of his neck, hiding what look like a bite mark. She ran to him, wrapping her arms around him just as he collapse "Tavi?!?!"
She held onto him as tight as she could, shaking him a little "Tavi tell me what happen?!? What bit you?" she heard the howl close by, which only gave her the instant thought of a minipet. Had he tried to go after on that was far to strong for him. Panicked, she looks down at him as she felt him go limp "TAVI!!!" she shook his lifeless form before it too vanished.
Growling...she heard growling...
Covering her ears, she shook her head.
"Stop it!"
Warmth wrapped around her, causing her to jump as she turns to look up at Aedan. Instantly she held onto him, just hiding her face in his chest "I'm so glad your okay..." he said nothing, just held her for a moment before he steps back. He gives her a weak smile, placing his hand over her heart, then placing it over his own. Looking confused Rosy shakes her head "I don't understand...Aedan." nothing was said before he steps back into the darkness.
"Aedan...?"
Taking a step forward, she screams as Spinar comes into view. His body covered in cuts and bruises. He coughs, startling her she steps closer. He was paler then normal. Dropping down, she brush her fingers over his cheek "Spinar..please...don't leave me. I love you..." tears drop from her eyes, onto his cheek as he smiles up at her.
Brushing a claw across her cheek, her mouths something she never caught before he fades away. Holding her hands out, she screams several times before she curls in on herself.
She kept crying, unable to escape all the pain...
She lost them all...she couldn't protect any of them......
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Pixie Krysta Ordreg CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Kasja LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Kasja sat in the dark of her cavern, resting her eyes as she focused on the days ahead. There was much work to be done, her training was far from complete, there was still much for her to learn in her role as a guardian. She had sworn her life to protecting her clan, and she was hopeful that she’d be able to do so. Her eyes felt heavy and she rubbed them absently, lifting her head up when she heard a rustling in the corner of the room.
Shaking her head, she slowly rose from her chair, moving to check the corner of the room. It was probably some mini that had wandered in from outside. Her room was warm, it wouldn’t be the first time an animal had wandered into her space. Just like when she’d been doing her training in the human world in Norway – before the islands were destroyed and given over to the Insanity Titans. She winced inwardly, remembering the pain and the guilt anew as she thought back to her return, her clan displaced, nobody speaking of her family – because they were gone, forever.
She sighed, letting the breath out slowly as she looked at the empty corner of her room. No mini there, maybe she was just hearing things. “You abandoned us,” said a voice, too familiar too be real.
“Josef?” Kasja gasped, turning around to look at her youngest sibling.
Well, what was left of him, his face was scarred and torn, if it weren’t for the fact that his eyes were the same as hers, that the voice coming from the shredded lips wasn’t his – she’d never known the disfigured creature before her was her brother.
“You betrayed us,” said another voice, again, its familiarity tearing into her heart.
“Lene?” Kasja whispered, turning again, greeted by yet another disfigured creature that spoke with her youngest sister’s voice. Her scars ran across her neck and up across her skull, her fingers were twisted claws of bone and scar tissue.
“How could you leave us?” said a third voice, this one tearing into her anew.
“Maria?” Kasja said, her voice catching as she turned once again, her younger sister coming into view, another disfigured soul, burned and charred as if she’d been lit aflame.
“Alone, we died alone…” a fourth voice groaned, this one deeper than all the others.
“Oh, father… No…” Kasja started to feel her lip tremble, turning to look her father in the sad empty eyes. Viktor, their patriarch. He’d been so strong in life – but now, he seemed so frail, so alone. Twisted and broken.
“You chose your training over us,” The last voice hurt the most, it lashed at Kasja’s innermost core, and she turned weakly, defeated, to face her mother, Vivian.
“Mother… but you… you all wished me good luck… I tried to get back as soon as I could,” Kasja said, turning around slowly, slowly being surrounded by the twisted and destroyed remnants of her family. As they closed in on her and fell upon her, clawing into her, tearing her clothing, rending her flesh. She cried out as she collapsed beneath their weight as they flayed into her. Each blow tearing more and more of her away from herself.
She wept from the guilt, from the pain, from the fear. They screamed and railed at her as they tore into her skin, and all she could do was cower and be torn apart, even as the world gave way to naught.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Beejoux CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Peyton LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Bam RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
You have to take care of them.
She was kneeling in the middle of the training field with one hand pressed to her left shoulder, and it was bleeding. Fresh and new and painful, held together by a rough cross hatch of stitches.
You have to keep them safe.
In the distance she heard gun shots. The sound echoed through the still air, raising the hairs at the back of her neck, and she was on her feet and moving with hardly a second thought. But she kept hold of her shoulder, pressing the torn flesh together. If she let go the stitches wouldn’t hold. She knew it was surety that came only in dreams.
But still she ran, heading for the sound of gun shots, until she crested a hill that didn’t really exist. The sight laid before her made her stumble. Blood on the ground, spreading out and out beneath a thin frame. A dark figure stood above them, gun pointed down, and even as Peyton reached for them they fired again.
A thread popped, the scenery changed.
She was in the woods she’d ran through during her mission with Heidi, Tuck, and Evan. There was movement all around her, shuffling bodies in the dark with strange, spindly limbs protruding from their chests.
You have to save them.
A scream cut through the eerie quiet. Panicked and hopeless. She ran, racing towards the voice and knew she wouldn’t make it in time. She reached the clearing in time to see Noah’s tall figure disappear behind a wall of stumbling monsters, and she reached for him, screaming just as loudly as he was.
Another thread popped, and the scenery changed.
The beach, and the sea was alive and writhing as tentacles broke the surface. Innumerable arms rising up out of the dark and coming closer. Movement all around, bodies of hunters rushing here and there to fend off the invasion. A flash of red sped past her, towards the water, and Peyton darted after her just as a thick tentacle snapped out of the surf to wrap around a ankle, jerking the Moon up and airborn. She screamed, and Peyton screamed with her. She reached for her as she disappeared beneath the waves.
A thread popped…
And another.
And another.
Flesh separated from flesh, searing pain, and the sound of something heavy hitting the ground before a petite figure fell beside it.
Why couldn’t you keep them safe?
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Beejoux CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Nergui LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Wham RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: She was in a void. It was neither dark, nor light. It was nothing. The priestess stood in that nothingness with only the sound of her thoughts and the relentless murmur of voices running circles through her mind.
She was a broken thing. Unfit, unworthy, unclean. She was nothing, deserved nothing. She was a blight. There was nothing left, no hope, no desire, nothing but bitter numbness. It started at her fingers, and at a glance she could see the dark tips of dark skin paling. Ashy hue crawled up her hands, her arms. Creaks appeared in it's wake, and when she tried to move them, those delicate digits crumbled into nothing.
And that was okay. There was nothing left.
The Insanity spread, consuming her, drowning her in numbness until even the bright glow of her right eye dimmed, and with it the voices faded. It was quiet.
She broke apart, crumbling to pieces. Ash that swirled in the still void. I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING Suffering
Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 8:23 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Avian Serpentine CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Killian LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[ X ] RED OR WHITE? Red? I’m up for either :3c NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Keel sat on the floor with their hands covering their face. They didn’t want to look up, not when they could see their family around them. Given most circumstances, Keel would have ran into their arms, but this time…it was different. A shudder went through their body as a sob broke out, refusing to acknowledge what was happening. Keel wanted to run, but it was a little hard now that they were not as small as they once had. Oh no, they can feel themselves growing up as everyone around them did as well. The family’s image a blur yet changing while their own changed with them indicating time was passing at an abnormally quick pace.
The family kept on muttering and talking. Constantly reminding them that now that they’re an adult they will need to become responsible and that their future has already been planned. Sadly, whatever they were talking was always interrupted by the sound of static and whatever expectations the family held only made the dread in Keel’s stomach worse. What if they don’t meet expectations? What if it wasn’t the future they have wanted? They weren’t ready.
The dread continued. I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (SWEET, CHARACTER SUFFERING O U O MUAHAHAHAHA)
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Avian Serpentine CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Cahir Mitchel LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[ X ] RED OR WHITE? White? IDK THROW HIM SOMEWHERE FOR ME :’DDD NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Cahir sat in a chair in the middle nowhere. Darkness occupied every visual area excluding the places where a spotlight was. And while someone might question why there was a spotlight in such a place or where they might be right now, Cahir simply sat there with the blankest of expressions with his hands gripped tightly against his knees.
Silently, a clock started ticking – 1, 2, 3… and spotlights start turning on revealing graves as the time went on, each labelled with a name Cahir was more then too familiar with. He bit his lip and remained quiet as the briefest signs of dread surfaced. I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (BABY'S FIRST SUFFERING :’DDD)
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 8:25 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: robot kitten CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Kenta LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:quest RED OR WHITE? Red I guess? NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Kentra slept fitfully, tossing and turning uneasily as his mind dreamed....
All around him was dark cold water... dark and damp it clung and pulled him down deeper. His hand stretched forward to the light far above. No matter how he struggled or strained it receded farther and farther away, a cold searing pain in his leg as something dragged him deeper... A muted scream and stream of bubbles as the light blinked out.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 8:31 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: AyeAvast CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Belladonna Divine LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Hereeeeeee RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: He is gone.
The scene is simple, a field dotted with people who will not meet her gaze. They all watched it happened, but offer no solace or warmth or kind words. There is nothing, nothing save for a dull breeze that is full of remaining coal dust and quiet. No words of devotion could keep him, no promises could persuade, and she is not enough. If she were to cry, it would do her no good, for she is ripped in two and left with no one to comfort her.
It seems to last for a long time, the feeling that she is alone and she should get up and move, but when she stands, he is there. He smiles and nods at her once, turns and when she tries to plead with him to stay, he burns up into nothing. Residual heat cloys the air and chokes her to tears and she sits back down. If she presses her forehead to the ground, she will not see the eyes of everyone who watches, she will not be able to tell they look everywhere but at her. But his voice calls her and, once again, she looks up. I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (wow such shock and much surprise)
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 8:32 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Ol-j-man CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Shikoba Len LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:xxx RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: The pain was nothing. The derision, the caustic words, the blood, the brand, the banishment--nothing to him. No, height did not matter to him, even though he was weightless and falling into an endless abyss. Flight could save him; those with wings could never truly fall, after all.
He was invincible. He had been invincible.
He had been proud. He had been a fool.
An alliance that was too good to be true was just that: in the end, he was treated like the beast he always had been. An ambitious, blind, proud fool.
It was not the fall, not the wound, not the jeers, not the pain, not the shock of failure, not the realization that death would come siwflty that he noticed.
The only notable thing to him was betrayal, for it always came from someone you called a friend. Though that was not the word he would have used for her.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 8:33 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Meegane CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Shu LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:❀ RED OR WHITE?Innocent Pure White plz? NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
"Lei Lei? Wake up, lazy girl." There was a sweet morning call. The ghoul sat up and rubbed her eyes, she opened her eyes and only saw her beloved sisters in blood. She wanted to hug them, but they stepped backwards, just smiling with their clothes stained in red. "Sis?" What happened? Why there is blood on them? "You don't remember?" They smiled happily. "We died from protecting you. Don't you remember?" She reached out again but nothing was caught. "No dear, you can't touch us now. We are gone. Forever." It was like a console, a whisper but yet it sounded so cruel. "Please don't leave me." She collapsed and cried, then felt a hand gently holding up her face. "It was you. Because of you, we died." They smiled while spitting out the acute truth. "You are born as misfortune. You existence brings disasters to the surrounding. That's why we died." They stood up and slowly walked away, she chased after them, but the distance between just got longer and longer until she fell down and they disappeared. She sat on the ground, tears running down from her pretty face. "Please come back....please"
Then she was slapped. "You are so evil, you nearly killed your brother! I wish you never exist! You are heartless, cruel and wicked, why you don't go to die?! You should be the one who died instead." She covered her ears, refused to listen to any of the heart-breaking curses, her eyes were closed tightly.
"Hey Kiddo,what's up?" There was a cheerful male voice that drew Shu's attention. It was Robert the Bear. She wanted to have a hug that she reached out her chilly hands - "Oh you screwed up again?" She froze, stared at Robert in disbelief, the annoyed tone in his question scared her. "R-Robert?" She stepped backward and ran away. There wasn't him, he won't say things like that.
Run, run and run, she just wanted to escape this place but only managed to pump into someone. Jordan senapi, the nice guy that taught her combat skills so patiently. He summoned Ferros and swung him against her. "S-senpai?" She barely dodged it while the ground cracked. The solemn expression on his face didn't suggest anything. She trapped over but continued to move back with her butt.
It can't be.
She was surrounded by people she knew, and each of them were accusing her for her existence.
She curled up into defense, crying while covering her ears and shook her head non-stop.
Please let her go. Please let it be just a nightmare.
Please let her wake up if it's not real.
Please.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Meegane CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: AJ LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:☠ RED OR WHITE?Blood Red plz? NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: There was a sigh.
"What have you done?....You are so horrible." A female voice said in a distance, only the silhouette was seen.
AJ paused and was being puzzled. What? "Look at your hands!" She cried with disgust. He slowly raised his hands and - found them covered in blood, a lot of blood. When he raised his head, the woman was gone. Instead, he felt something within his hand and a tug at his leg. "You murderer...." He panted but didn't let go. "You are so awful...." The demon loathed. "_______? Where's _____?" The demon waved his hand away. "You dare to ask! Look what have you done!" He hardly can raise his arm because of the severe injuries from his wings, which half was in his hand, and pointed to a corner. A bad omen was stopping him from walking towards it, but he needed the truth. "No! It can't be! It can't be....." A body was laying against the wall feebly, the red color of her clothes was tainted. "M____....no...please no." He gently put his shaking hands onto her cold pale face, her eyes were closed but the pain and tear strains remained. There was a big wound on her chest.... "You dug it out! When she tried to call you back! You evil...." He panted again. AJ looked at the demon in disbelief. "Don't look at me like that! It was you who did all this, not me!" He shouted. Me? I did all this? He scratched his hair and buried his head into his arms.
He checked again and the demon was gone, rather said becoming one of the many corpses on the ground. The floor was flooded with blood, accumulating from the bodies.
Oh yes.
He now remembered, he lost control and killed whoever near.
The beast inside was released and he was driven by the thirst of blood. He clawed into one's body and pulled out the heart, feeling the throbbing in his hand and squished it. With a wicked smile, he moved onto the next one and thrust his head against the wall, until it left with a lovely crimson painted flower, with the blood dripping down. He didn't bother to stop, he couldn't stop himself. He punched someone in stomach until they spit blood out. He longed for blood, more blood....and just more.
It was awful.
He hurt his loved one, which he worked to avoid until now.
All were vain.
He stood in the shallow pool of blood, and then knelt onto the ground, started punching the ground while the blood stained onto his clothes, white hair and spit onto his face.
It was forever. Just him alone. No one was left.
Far away, an echo was heard.
"I told you. You should never exist."
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: GrnGriff CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Sherry LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Her Room RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Drip. Drip.
The darkness was almost suffocating, and she would have preferred silence to the never ending sound of water. At least in silence she would have been able to tell if she were not alone.
But she was alone. Alone in the dark, damp, cold corridor. “Jake?” She couldn’t even force out more than a whisper. “Stormy? Nevada? Tori?” She was afraid to do more than whisper. If she broke the silence something bad would happen. That’s how it always went.
But she didn’t want to be alone. “Jake?” He’d been there before, right? Maybe? Sherry couldn’t remember. What was this mission? Why couldn’t she remember? Where was everyone else? Where was she?
”Bones.”
Sherry froze. A chill crawled down her back and even went so far as to prickle down her arms. She turned and saw it. Glowing red eyes highlighted it’s hollowed skull face, and a matching red glow emanated from its chest. Sherry could see ribs and flesh, and she thought she could hear it’s flesh moving, sliding, and falling off. She could hear the skittering of the insects that made the wretched body home. And she could smell it. Rotting, dead flesh. ”Bones,” It said again.
“No.” She wanted to back away, to run. The wall, cold and damp, stopped her. The skeleton stared her down, came closer. It was too dark to see its hands until they were on her, pushing her against the wall. Sherry was too afraid to speak. No running, all alone. It was cold and dark and—
”Hunter bones are the best bones.” The pain flared up in her side, sharp and strong, blinding. Before her, the skeleton held a rib, too-bright white glaring in the dark, bright blood dotting the it’s broken edges. Too sharp, too broken, to perfect. And all Sherry’s. ”The best bones.” The skeleton seemed to smile at its newest acquisition. One dark, skeletal hand closed over her nice, pretty rib, and the skeleton turned and walked away, taking what was Sherry’s with it.
“No,” she said, her knees buckling as the red glow faded and the skeleton left her alone. “Give it back.” The hole in her side hurt. Her hands hurt. When had that happened? She tried to rub at her hands, and found holes. When? Why? And the blood. All over her hands, and gushing from her side. She should stop that.
Why wasn’t Armagnac stopping it? “Armagnac?” Nothing. No grumbles, no laughter, no feelings. . Alone. Sherry was alone. Alone and bleeding. She wasn’t even whole as she lay bleeding out in the cold dark. It hurt, her side, her hands, and Sherry cried as she curled up into a ball and started to cry. No Armagnac to stop the bleeding and dull the pain while she whispered soothing words, no Jake to come help her find her rib and warm her with his hugs. She was going to die, all alone, missing a piece of herself, and no one was going to save her.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 8:39 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Rejam CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Catinka LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:xxx RED OR WHITE? Would prefer red but either way! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: "Focus, Catinka."
It might as well be her theme song: maybe one day Thezil will find a way to play it on a loop for her. The instructor/judge/friend/mother's voice is gentle but firm.
"Focus, Catinka."
Her hand moves in the intensely urgent but abstractly-purposed way that hands do in dreams, performing some vaguely-delineated task of enormous delicacy and precision the exact nature of which is utterly unknown to her. In dreams you flee to safe spaces without knowing where you are running or what you are running from; this is no different.
"Focus, Catinka."
She could be peforming surgery or counting the stitches of a particularly complicated pattern; she could be dissecting or giving life: the task is vital, whatever it is, and forever there is some glittering lure just in the periphery of her vision.
"Focus, Catinka."
She will never master this: she never has and she never will, and people are kind to her as much as they are able but she occasionally realizes the undercurrents of what they say and it hurts to understand that they anticipate her failure and that their soft words are often wrapped around a core of mockery no matter how fond. She is slow and dumb and clumsy, and mostly she forgets this, wrapped up in daydreams and unfinished projects and the tasks of being kind to others, but sometimes she remembers.
"Focus, Catinka."
Every time she hears it: the laughter beneath the instruction. It grows louder each time but never breaks the surface. She tries, she tries.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Rejam CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Taym LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:xxx RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: There is a long dark hallway and at the end of it the crib is silent. (she is always a baby in this nightmare: never a gangly, dark-lashed toddler confident on her feet speaking with childish self-assurance but always an infant with useless clumsy hands curling around his useless clumsy fingers)
"See," says Jane gently. "See? Promised you we figured it out."
Blood runs out of his shoulder and pools in the hollow of his palm.
("Found them this time," says Fiona drily. "A big one, looks like, sir. Brachial or subclavian. Not great for your purposes, sir.")
He'd been too late and Jane stands next to him and pats his shattered shoulder and says: "See? It's fine." Clusters of locusts climb the threshold
in what is obviously pre-swarming behavior. The instinct to swarm has been verified as a reaction to the pressures of overpopulation. Certain stimuli caused by crowding and food competition induce physical changes in the locusts, who undergo a moult before swarming occurs. A particularly devastating swarm can cause years of repercussive damage due to agricultural destruction
and the hum of their limbs against their wings is the static of the baby monitor magnified and backmasked.
"Listen," says America kindly, patting his shattered shoulder. "You ******** up."
There is no pulse in her wrist when he takes it, and Bix's chest is still and unmoving when he informs him: "Like, badly. Front line's no place for you, Obi Wan. Dodged it again and again, but you? I don't know." He waits sneering for Bashmet to tell him that he is inefficient but Bashmet says nothing because Bashmet's lungs are full of blood and water.
"Bad news, Pirate Boy," says Clerise as she pats his shattered shoulder and distractedly wipes the blood away on the end of her braid. The glasses are on. "He was right. I mean, I get why you thought he was wrong, but man, was he ever ******** right. You had to go and find out this way, huh?"
A doe blinks her eyeless sockets at him from across the threshold beyond the drifting wall of locusts rising and falling and synchronized in a way that is almost lovely: a episode of starlings or a shimmering wave of silver fish, harmonious, interlocked, a perpetual cascade. She blinks and shivers her coat like a fly-pestered horse and then she shakes her head in a human motion and turns to the window.
"See?" says Jane, gently, kindly, in the empty hallway. "See."
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Alicia Firestar CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Millie LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL: RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:TYPE ME LATER! She was lost and it was dark. This was okay for now. Millie spent most of her time not sure what is going on and so far it felt safe. Something had been following her for quite some time though.
Feeling its all too familiar aura, she realized she was dreaming. Nothing else and nowhere else did anything feel like this. It wasn't fear that she felt as the creature's aura grew rapidly bigger, but loneliness. Failure. Something so utterly crushing and overwhelming that it could not even exist in the walking world. Because there was always hope. Hope and human fear to keep her herself. Where is my weapon? She thought.
It isn't here. It never is in dreams. She felt herself being swallowed whole.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 8:55 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Vashtya CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Aedan LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:link 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.
He was disoriented, unable to tell for sure where he was. Smoke clouded his vision, making him cough deeply. He could hear panicked rustling, but couldn't make it out. And then he saw the flames, and the memories convalesced. He'd been unreasonably angry--stupidly so, really...and now...everything was burning. The flames would not hurt him, but what of the person he'd been angry at? They were important, and he couldn't even see far enough in front of him to tell if they were okay, or if they'd made it out. Had he destroyed something far more important than a favorite poster, or bedspread, at last...? His lungs were tight, barely able to draw in breath, but the panic went deeper than his own physical risk...
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Vashtya CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Uluiru LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:link RED OR WHITE? Red 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.
Guilt was oppressive, weighing him down like nothing else--why had he not been there when so many had died, but instead been far afield? He was numb, unable to get past it. There was nowhere distant enough, or far enough removed to not think of the loved ones who had been lost forever, taken far too soon... I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (wow shock and surprise)
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: sammpai CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Shiloh Parish LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:boom baby RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
It was silence so absolute it was deafening, the lack of anything so complete it was almost a sound unto itself, imagined, an impending sound of pressure, of a dam ready to burst. But when it did, and the volume came rushing back, voices, the clatter of feet, he was still on mute, the sound of his voice choked, his screams vibrating on a separate frequency.
No one could hear him.
Nor could they see him, no matter how loud he shouted, no matter how frantically he waved his hands in their faces. They were the faces of people he loved, faces that he cared about, yet his fingers in their desperate reach sank right through their skin, disappearing from view like some phantom limb.
Like he didn’t exist.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 9:03 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Carhop Cavalier CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Genevieve LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[x] RED OR WHITE? White! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
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A torrent of shattering glass rang through the dormitory like hooves of hard pressed cavalry, each mirror in the abode splitting and surrendering its material at the slightest whisper of air. They replaced themselves, crashed again, repeating the cycle until the sea of piercing noise was simply a dull static put on the backburner of the Doppleganger’s priorities. Silver eyes were trained on their cycling reflection’s, beginning to brim with tears from the blackest void of the ghoul’s heart. Dragons with emerald scales and jagged horns, ogres towering with their low hanging tusks, chimeras of all combinations, and every varietal of witch passed through the glass, but never did the image of the silvery and slight ghoul that sat in front of the largest mirror, hung opposite the bedroom door.
Shatter, renew, show a ghoul that isn’t you. The cycle repeated, the reflections fading to obscurity with every regeneration. Grey and shapeless, a blob of nothing. No sneering, no smiles, no eyes or expressions. A grey silhouette of a nothing.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 9:09 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: AyeAvast CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Abbi Killian LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Yaaaaay RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Somehow, no matter how far she stumbles along the darkened sidewalk, she always ends up in the same alleyway. She can turn and bolt off, run three blocks to the East and twelve blocks South and when she stops to catch her breath, when she ducks between two buildings to avoid the shadow that slinks down the street toward her, it is the same place. Blood is splattered on the wall, in high strokes and jagged edges. Somehow, in the knowledge that only dreams provide with no memory of what happened before, she knows half of it is not her own. The red color stains her hands, but that isn't her's either. Its belongs to someone she couldn't save.
Once again she turns and runs away, because that has always fixed things in the past, even as the memory of each time she's fled rises up and makes heavier the guilt that rests on her shoulders. What's happened tonight is her fault, because she was not strong or skilled enough. People have died because of her, because she failed. The girl stumbles to a stop, swipes a hand at the hair matted half to her face in sticky tufts glued there by crimson, and sees the alleyway with its painting of blood. She could have prevented this, she could have saved them. But the red still puddles out at her feet and she has failed. I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (wow very shock and wow surprise)
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