YOUR GAIA USERNAME: phantompanther13 CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Andrew LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:journal RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
The wind blew at his back and he let his wings stretch in the nice sulfur air. He wasn’t sure how he got there, but Danny was jabbering on happily pointing with her fake pirate hook as they sailed the Lava. It had to be his cousin’s idea, but as far as the crazy things she came up with, this wasn’t half bad. “Land Ahoy!” She pointed dramatically towards an island in the distance, and he nodded turning the rudder so they sailed towards it.
But then he got an odd feeling, the lava was boiling hot, but the island was dark… and it was getting darker. And then the boat picked up speed as the light faded to darkness, only the glows of their tails lighting the way. He couldn’t see. The boat rocked. “Hold on.” He called looking towards Danny only to see her get thrown in the air. “Danny!” she couldn’t fly. He tried to turn the boat, pulling at the wheel, but it was too late. He heard a splash… Jack. “Danny!” he left the helm running to the side of the boat. Water. It was Jacken Water. He stared into the water, searching for his cousin. He would have to reach in, but… It was better than being alone. Where was she?
He spotted her sinking and tried to reach, wings spread to keep his balance when another wave crashed into the boat. He held on claws stabbing into the frame. It stung, making his limbs feel a little numb but he lunged for Danny again, knowing he had little time. His tail wrapped around a post trying to anchor him.
That’s when he saw them, hands reaching up. Wet soaking hands. More grabbed for Danny pulling her under. “Jack, Stop!” he let his fire flame in his hands, trying to burn the hands away, only to be met with water.
A the water beat like a heart against the boat.
No, it was a heartbeat, his own, in his ears.
“You took my heart.”
Dead eyes stared up at him. Blonde hair sticking to her face, and black hollow eyes. It was dark… and he realized her fire was out.
Danny’s head popped up near him, eyes now black and hollow, matching his mothers. “Come on in, it’s fun.” She called cheerfully. Her hands wet, latched on to him.
“Join us.”
“Give me back my heart.”
He was pulled under, tail flickering a few times in the water. He tried to swim to the surface, but his limbs were numb, heavy. The hands pulled at him pulling him further and further under. He reached for the light as it faded away.
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She was running. Her family was there, she remembered them being there just a moment ago. Her father, her mother, her grand mother, her great grandmother, and so on and so forth. Everyone she knew, but their shapes blurred turning into just images. The trees were dead, and fog rolled in, haunting images. She called for them, her cousins, her parents, saw their faces and then they faded into the fog, turning away. “Mom. Dad?” her hooves found the ground hard, touch to dig into. It was slow moving, as she searched, both ground and sky. No one was in sight. She spotted a black dog tail tail, “Aki?” She chased it, searching for the cerberus. She caught a glimpse and then nothing. She passed a small pond and thought she say a pony, but it sank into the water. “Mellow?” she looked into the murky waters but there was no response. As she stared the water swirled and sank into the ground until nothing but mud was left. She walked into it but it dried, the dust blowing away. In the trees for a moment she though she heard laughter. A light and a flash of feathers. “Mayaa? Andrew?” The laughter faded and the light vanished. The feather went another direction and disappeared. She tried to follow the feathers, but not even a trace was left. She smelled for smoke, and didn’t scent anything. She trudged along and soon even the trees were gone, there was nothing but hard ground as far as she could see. Nothing but dust and rock. The dust swarmed her face with a light breeze and tasted of iron, and sand. She chocked and coughed. “Mom?” she called again. “Anyone? Can anyone hear me?” There was no answer.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 8:53 am
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Rathurue CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Rei LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Aha. RED OR WHITE? White Plox. 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.
Rei tosses and turned in his blanket. Ghosts did not need any blankets because they don't feel cold or hot, but this blanket is made from electric-resistant cloth so his plasmatic body will not start fires or cause any damage.
He saw something...unfamiliar. Yet he know that dreams only reflect what one has seen before. He saw the faces of his parents on his deathbed. He saw Excalibur walking away with his Memories. He saw-
"...stop."
-the serial killer using his headphones, plugging the cord into the knife he uses to stab someone.
Yells. Blood-curling screams. Panic.
Rei again tossed around, tormented by the nightmare.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: moonlit-raven CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Ilztmyr'ree LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: The room was dark, and Myr sat pressed against the wall. He was hiding in here while his familiar scouted the area, hopefully finding a way that they could escape. They needed to escape, before the unknown figure that he had seen found him, found them.
It had been almost a half an hour, the amount of time the two of then had agreed on. He hadn't felt good about seperating anyways, even if this was the best option. He reached out to Sneak, intent on dismissing him so that he could be resummoned in the room, but... there was nothing there.
"Sneak?" The boy called out, unable to resist. He needed his familiar, needed to know that he wasn't alone here. He hadn't been away from him in years, not for long, ever since he had first summoned the ferret. He clenched his fists, and then tried again.
Still nothing.
What was going on? Why wasn't it working? He could feel tears filling his eyes, as he continued to try. He was nothing without his familiar, without his ability to use his magic, and what would he do, what could he do without him.
This was all his fault.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 11:07 am
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Twilight Jaws CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Gwenyfarh LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Quest RED OR WHITE? White 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.
Falling. I'm falling! Gwenyfarh screamed as she desperately tried to force her wings to cooperate. Below her, stark greyish brown rock spires waited to impale her if she couldn't manage to lift up and glide away. For one moment, it seemed like she'd be able to catch an updraft. Be able to fly away and leave this awful, grey starkness behind.
Only to have the wind that was normally her friend turn against her as it howled and battered against her tiny, frail body and delicate wing membranes. She couldn't fly and the wind was driving her to earth.
A different scream joined the wind's as she felt the wind shear away her precious wings.
She was going to die. Whether through blood loss, impact or impalement, she would die. All because she hadn't been able to stop falling.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Cheekiebirdiee CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Spinar LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal RED OR WHITE? Red. NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
"Commitment contract?" The word rumbled from his lips as he tossed in the bed. A rather annoyed looking Rosy was glaring back at him, hand holding up a contract paper and foot tapping in obvious wait. "Can't we just, " He tried but the ghoul was having none of it. She instantly snapped a finger at him and hissed, "it's now or never, SPINAR." His name yelled and forcing his nose to curl in the dream.
It was truly awful.
A demand of bonding, to be bound to Rosy for the end of ever. He couldn't! Not yet not now! But she wasn't giving him any choice. Could he lose her? Spinar began to sweat his nightmare taking a turn for worse waters as Rosy picked up a bag and started to the door, the contact of 'love' falling to the ground as the area blacked around him.
He couldn't wake up, he couldn't escape....but he couldn't decide. So he remained staring with a hand out, trapped in his own indecision.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Cheekiebirdiee CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Lute LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
"Lu-Lu Bell" Lute turned in her bed, her hooves clicking together as her legs folded over her pillow. " Lu-Lu Bell won't you have more, go on, you love cake." Staring down at the pushed plate Lute brought up her sleeve, hiding a reluctant face. Cake was delicious but they had just ate three whole slices. She shouldn't eat more, momma said that if she ate more all of her teeth would rot out!
But.
"Lu-Lu Bell come on you want it right, its free right and it won't hurt you ...it's just cake." At the reassuring words from her father she picked up her fork and nodded happily. The cake was sweet and delicious but never ending for she couldn't stand to turn it down. It was free, it was good and it didn't hurt!
Devouring the endless supply Lute stilled in her bed, chewing on her pillow as her dream continued. Strawberry, chocolate and even cheesecake! Her eyes sparkled in the dream, smile wide until she caught the reflection of said smile in her fork. "MY TEEETH!" A shriek sounded as she fumbled to look in the shiny silver cup by her father. "FATHER MY TEETH ARE -" Lute's horror continued as another tooth dropped into the cup, clinking as it swirled the bottom.
As soon as she thought her horror was over and her vision faded to black she whimpered. Now getting petted hard under a hand that took all of her hair as it stroke. " Hnn- s--s" Pet's were good, they were free ...but....but...
It hurt. Father was wrong
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 11:52 am
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Saint Sergio CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Hua Bao Yu LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal 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.
Sweat dripped over her face as she stumbled through the ruins of her beloved home. The island was gone, destroyed, but she was here. She heard the screams, the pleading of friends and family alike, and yet no one was here. Bao Yu swallowed thickly as she made her way towards her house.. Or where her house used to be. She couldn't hear her sisters. She'd heard everyone else but her sisters... Her mother and father weren't speaking.
From the ashes rose Lifen, her precious little sister. She was missing limbs, scared, flesh burned and bleeding, practically crisp.
Lifen opened her mouth but a bubble of blood came up instead and popped.
The blood burned Bao Yu's skin like acid and she screamed, tears forming in her eyes. "You abandoned us." A whisper in her head. "You left us to die. You abandoned us.
No! That's... That's not what she'd done! She left the island to study, that's what she ....
Before Bao Yu could say anything, Lifen let out a blood curdling scream before her body elongated, twisted into something horrible and charged at her.
Death was coming.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: DarkHeartedSorrow CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Feng Wu LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
The rush of water all around him was the first thing Feng registered. It was all he could feel, hear, and taste. Brine-y, ice cold currents pushed and pulled him and he couldn’t tell which way was up. Desperately he flailed his arms and legs, and with what felt like way too much effort he broke through the surface of the water and gasped for air until his lungs burned. There was salt up his nose and in his eyes and every part of him felt like it was on fire with the effort to survive.
Panicked and lost, he twisted around, but there was only expansive sea to be seen in every direction. Ominous clouds rolled overhead, diluting everything to shades of grey and black. Huge waves from what was surely an intense storm not far off sent him rolling along with them.
He was entirely stranded, but not alone.
Something seemed to build up below the surface of the water, and then broke free with n impressive spout of water. The huge black mass glided through the water until a massive eye stared back at him. The relief that flooded him was overwhelming. Whales guide ships home.
“Please,” he pleaded, remembering every story his father ever told him. “Please show me how to get home.”
The whale seemed to contemplate this for a moment, but then began to slowly turn towards him. Feng reached out, elated for the help, but as his arm hung in the air the whale’s mouth opened until all Feng could see was its all too sharp teeth. He yelled and turned to swim away, but the whale’s jaws snapped closed all too quickly around his arm. With incredible force it dragged him downwards, until the sea closed over his head, and then until he could hardly see the light breaking the surface of the water. He kicked and tried to yell but water filled his lungs, blending with the pain in his arm.
And further yet the whale dived.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: DarkHeartedSorrow CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Chris Axten LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Journal RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Click click clack. The plastic, nostalgic noise of old controllers and a TV so overused it hummed loudly filled Chris’s ears and he was happy, for a moment. He felt the familiar scratch of his aunt and uncle’s couch under him and turn his head to see what is cousin was playing, but he was greeted by the tense fury in her shoulders as her back was to him. His stomach sank.
I don’t see why you have to go.
He knew this argument.
“I have to. I’m not getting anywhere here. It’s time to grow up and do something with myself.”
Overrated.
She snapped it in a way that made his heart hurt. Like he was making the stupidest decision. But he knew he was doing what was best. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t sit on this couch and just waste away anymore. I won’t.”
She throws the controller on the ground, slams her fist onto the eject button, and leaves the TV hissing angry white noise.
So go. Grow up. Be a ******** adult, Chris. Let me know how it goes for you.
She stomped out of his vision and the room spun, and suddenly his face down in the dirt with gunfire thundering in his ears. His mouth tasted like dust and when he tilted his head back he saw the hazy unreal outline of bodies littering the ground around him. Weaving between them were near-formless shapes with gaping mouths and shadowy tendrils, and oh god. Oh god they were coming straight at him. He struggled to crawl backwards, to get away from them, but they were moving too fast and his body wasn’t getting the hint to get the hell out of Dodge. One of them reached for him, and he screamed and the world spun.
He stumbled out of a pod and onto his knees. The floor below him was sterile white tile and everything smelled so clinical and clean he choked on it.
Way to grow up, Chris.
He knew that disdain. He looked up, way up into blinding fluorescent white lights and nearly vomited when he saw the hate directed down on him.
Looks like you really made it, huh? How hard did you have to work to end up right back here? Right where I am, wasting away, right? You really made something of yourself.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 1:46 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Ninjagami Ryo Kage CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Amy Rogers LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:journal RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Ice and darkness, that was all she could see now. She raised her hands to her face, they felt wrong to her. Things were fading in her mind, memories swirling down into the cold abyss that surrounded her. A face stood strong in her mind, trying not to fade completely as the rest swirled away. "Mirac..." She turned, he was there with cold eyes. Nothing seemed right about him, she reached out to him hoping for an embrace or comfort. He stepped back as she approached, letting only his chains be touched by her fingertips.
"I think I know enough of hate to say that ice is also nice and in this case shall suffice." He stepped forward and places his boney hand on her forehead. As he pulled away his face vanished from her memory, looking up at the chained boil shocked her. "Who are you? How did you get here? Where have you taken me?" The boil vanished as well as the ice and she was alone once more, at least she wasn't cold anymore. "Hello... is anyone out there?" With a shaking hand she reached out into the darkness, hoping that she wasn't alone in this darkness.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Ninjagami Ryo Kage CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Joel LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Quest RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Blood, blood splattered all over his claws and his face. He looked down, his sister laid under his knees. "No... No..... JESSICSA!" He quickly hid his nergal claws and tried to bring her back to consciousness. She smiled and looked up at him, blood splattering up onto his face as she laughed at him. Sitting up and pushing him down on the ground, all while watching him with a cold dead stare. He broke away screaming as the voices in his head commented different sides of the predicament. Running without anywhere to go, he bumped into a figure he had long since seen.
"Why are you running Joseph? It's almost dinner time, you wouldn't want to get caught by the shadows if you stay out too much longer." She laughed as she faded away, Joel sank to the floor and held his head in his hands as he shook.
It will be alright Joel, calm down it is not real. David's calming voice echoed in his skull as he looked up at the monstrosity that stood before him now. Something about it struck him deep inside his mind, like a memory he forgot and did not want to remember ever again. "Joel... Run." The voice cut off as if he was about to continue but was forcibly stopped. He quickly got up and sprinted as fast as he could away from the mass of nergal tentacles and spikes.
As he ran, a familiar and harsh voice echoed through the shadow. "You can't run from your past, it will always catch up with you!" Another ear piercing cackle echoed from in front of him, he stopped dead in his tracks as he faced himself. It was Nero though, not really him. He shook his head and smiled, a wide teeth showing grin that scared Joel to his core. "This is what you are Joel, there is no denying it. There is no denying your existence, you best embrace it. Or I will and let your voice die." Joel put his hand to his left eye, Nero mirrored the pattern as they both pulled out the eye at the same time. They were sides of the same coin, Joel had always known this but tried to push the thought to the back of his mind. "I shall never embrace you Nero, not after what you did to Jessica." Joel watched as Nero squished the left eye, he looked down at the one in his hand and quickly put it back in the socket. His wings and tail ripped out of his clothing as Nero began to laugh and approach him. Joel looked down at his claws again as he slowly fell to the ground. He had been shaking the whole time as Nero stood above him now. "I... will not let you take over! I will..." His voice died in his throat as Nero grabbed him and lifted him up so that they were eye to eye. It was then that a sudden realization hit him, cracking what was left of his sanity in the darkness. A voice came from his mouth but the words were alien to him as stepped back and the other nightmarish figures surround him.
"We may be two different sides, but they are on the same coin..." Everything around him vanished as he stood alone in the darkness shaking and crying, not sure how to cope with the others inside him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 2:30 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: chimarii CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Lock Blackwood LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:here RED OR WHITE? White please! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Lock had never been afraid of darkness. He'd lived his whole life thusfar underground- a little darkness was comforting, it was home. His trade was burgeoned in darkness, being a shadowmaster and all.
But the light- the light was different. Blinding white light was mysterious in a way one couldn't comprehend. The source of the light, the heat, the seemingly eternal endlessness- that was something that he couldn't control and account for.
Now he found himself bathed in light, surrounded by nothing but the blank canvas. Even if he would have worked up the energy to look at his surroundings, he would find nothing. As it stood, he couldn't even move. The light weakened him far too much.
Eyes began appearing in the whiteness. Small at first, then increasingly rapidly. Blue, glowing teal eyes covered the sky line, all crescented with mirthful amusement.
Voodoo.
"What ... did you ... do ..."
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: chimarii CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Chelsea Craft LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:here RED OR WHITE? Red (okay with changing if need be~) NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Chel awoke to the sound of birds in a house that was unfamiliar to her. Doilies littered the shelves, which were overflowing with family photos. Photos of a blonde girl, a dark tailored man and two beautiful children.
Her blankets felt like hands coiled around her, strangling her in the morning light. A figure stirred next to her, and she stared in confusion. Had she had another one night stand with someone? Weird that she didn't remember anything. Maybe she'd had too much to drink? But her head didn't hurt ...
Chel had always been a relaxed sort, so she left the figure to sleep. After all, no reason to wake the poor guy up. She stretched, looking for wherever her clothes had inevitably ended up.
One picture at the end of the shelf stopped her dead in her tracks. The woman in the picture ...
"Up so soon?" The man murmured, already following her stretch in suit.
"Who are you? Where did you get this picture- when-"
His look of concern startled her and she took another step back. It was then that she found herself staring into a mirror. A hideous, aged figure stared back at her, in clothes that were probably from an Ann Taylor store. The worst part was undoubtedly the strikingly blonde hair that lay neatly around her shoulders. "Who am I?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 2:38 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Sosiqui CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Tamsin LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? White preferred! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
The world was grey, the sun threatening on the horizon - the true sun, the one that burned and offered solace to the wicked, dispelling the forces of the just Hunt until another night. The pack sped up, the lead hunter raising the howl as white paws pounded the earth. Tamsin wasn't sure who the dark figure visible over the bobbing white forms of her pack actually was, but they did not hunt without cause.
She ran.
It took her a few minutes to notice that, slowly but surely, the rest of the pack was pulling away from her; soon, she was not flanked by her fellows but looking at their tails. "Hey! Hey!" she barked, straining to catch up, but the space between them only opened up further with every stride she took, as if she were running backwards and not forwards. "Wait! Wait!" Her sides were burning with exertion, her tongue flapping wildly as she panted for air.
The pack were white motes on the glowing horizon, and all around her was soundless nothing; when they Hunted, their world became their quarry, and the substance of what they ran over, under, and through in pursuit was only a dim shadow blurred by their speed.
"Wait...."
Burning, the sun rose.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 4:06 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Syusaki CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Wilson Hopkins LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:link RED OR WHITE? White onegai NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: One often does not realize one is dreaming, but the dream always starts in the middle of something. For Wilson he begins in the middle of what appears to be nowhere. Nothing comes to mind when he spins around, coat tails spinning and boots crunching beneath the thin layer of fallen snow. It takes him a while, but eventually he recognizes the towering buildings glowing with pale blue runes. He is still on the island like always, but it must be winter because it would never snow on a tropical island unless some twisted holiday spirit or mission mayhap occurred.
Snow falls gently, tiny flakes twirling into his bare palms before melting into tiny puddles. He looks up with squinting eyes into the mass of grey clouds hovering above him. Wilson takes another moment to pull himself together before he begins walking. The sound of snow beneath his shoes is nothing short of familiar and almost comforting. Where are his friends...?
He falls over a mound suddenly. There’s no logical explanation for why he hadn’t walked around it instead. Perhaps it was so small he felt the action to be too time consuming. On the surface he sees only a hill of snow, but as he draws another step he realizes that the pile is less snow and more solid. His hands grip onto fresh ice, sending sharp spikes of cold running up his veins and arms. Wilson feels his weight press against something solid, and it takes him a moment to realize he’s sitting atop a body.
He’s muttering frantic phrases to himself as he rolls off then tries to flip the person onto their back. His heart freezes over when he recognizes a familiar face. It’s difficult to differentiate between the icy cold of his fingertips and the cold death radiating off her pale face. All of the air in his lungs suddenly disappear when each brush of his hand draws thin lines of red. With each breath she takes, he can see her life escaping into the air, and he cannot reach out to grab it. Each move he makes jostles her haggard, freezing body and each move is breaking her apart. He pushes her away like a bag of bones. His heart sinks when he can hear her jostle as she rolls away.
Wilson rises to his feet and he steps backward, but his boots crunch beneath what he can only describe is a hand. His own face pales, turning as white as the second body before him. A name leaves his lips breathlessly as he instinctively reaches for him, but each touch only leaves rivulets of red dripping down his cheek. He can feel a knot in his throat when he stands back up. He tries to walk forward amongst the familiar bodies and faces.
At some point he tries to pull one to her feet, but he can hear and see the damage he incurs with each gesture. Bones crack sickeningly. What little warmth still flowing in her veins evaporate. Every time he pulls his hand away from her, there is only handprint over handprint of blood.
What begins as an innocent attempt at helping them to leave the cold ends in a pile of corpses.
Such a deathly touch, dear. I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Syusaki CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Alaska Burns LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:link RED OR WHITE? Red, but can go either way I suppose~ NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: The most important person to her has (almost) always been by her side. They are imperfect reflections of each other—when she smiles Alaska frowns and when she does nothing Alaska swoops to fix everything. Sometimes so different and sometimes so alike that their genetics shine through their physical differences. But through it all she was her constant—her rock.
But maybe it would have been accurate to call her Alaska’s sun—always bright and always there without fail that sometimes she’s taken for granted.
It begins when she knocks on her sister’s door. Unlike her, Alaska has better manners and has the decency to knock first before entering. There is no answer, so with suspicion brewing in her bright green eyes she lets the door creak open to an empty room. The lights are switched off and when she runs bare fingers over the desk she tosses up a thin cloud of dust. She pauses, but her heart beats like a steady drum because nothing is confirmed, only implied.
Knots begin twisting in her stomach when she notices how desolate the island has become. Something has gone wrong, but she cannot place it. Steps are a smidge faster when she walks across the fields. When she inhales she cannot feel the air fill her lungs because she swears her throat has closed up.
She can only bitterly confess at least the blood has dried to dark splotches sprayed onto the grass, but it does nothing to mask the smell and sunken chest and poking bones—
When Alaska reaches for her hand it crumbles away into pale dirt and ashes until she can only feel smooth, pearly white bone. She grips a bony hand with both of hers. She opens her mouth to say something, but only the void surrounds her.
Until she’s screaming until her vocal chords rip to pieces and until the tears drench her uniform. I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 4:39 pm
Sin
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Xaki CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Sin LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Link RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Prompt: Sin's eyelids fluttered open. What greeted him was the cold gray of stone walls. Everything ached in pain. "Hah..." Sin sighed, his body screaming in agony. Every part of his body suffered. However, his hands were restricted -- and when Sin moved, the hand cuffs rustled, injuring his already abused wrists. . "Well.." A shadow outside of his gate disturbed Sin's thoughts with a disparaging voice.
How long had he been here? Time was endless here in this jail cell. Leaning back so that his head rested against the wall, he wondered how he had gotten here..? Blood dripped from open wounds.
"How does it feel to be alive when everybody else is dead?" The same voice taunted. From the shadows, skulls emerged dragging to pull down the male. Skulls and formless faces clung to the hunter. Why did you survive when we didn't? What makes you worthy of living? Why won't you join me? You promised.. Each mouth rasped out bitter words, flinging all of their hatred, regrets, jealousy onto the black hair young man. Sin could feel himself being pulled, tugged, his skin wanted to pull away in revulsion.
"I don't even have the right to die."
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Lacie
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Xaki CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Lacie LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Link RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Prompt:
A broken mirror laid in pieces in front of the young girl, Lacie was breathing heavily -- her hands injured after striking her reflection. "Oh, you silly little girl." Her mirror image wrapped her arms around Lacie's neck from behind -- it would have been her mirror image save for her monochromatic scheme with completely black eyes -- "Did you really think that you could get rid of me like that?"
"I exist without your mind and the deepest recesses of your heart. You can try to run but I'll forever watch from your shadow."
Lacie shook her head, unable to bear the taunting voice that so resembled hers. "S-stop it!" She buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks.Her mirror image stroked her cheek lovingly. Her voice had gone low in deep pleasure: "Yes, that's exactly what I want to see. But wouldn't you be so much more beautiful if your hands were stained in blood? The blood of your friends would be most pleasing.." She spoke as if she were speaking of a toy, of play time. One by one, the darkness revealed the broken dolls of Lacie's friends. They were each different; Vaith's head was dismembered. Xiu's arm was torn off.
She stepped away from Lacie, bringing her arms out wide as if she wanted to envelop the world. Laughing while looking at the sky, her voice was clear enough for all to hear and remember. "You'll never be able to hold onto anything precious. No matter how much stronger you think you might become, you'll always be inadequate. But the best part is that I'll see you suffer for it. Slowly, agonizingly, give me the best show that you can play!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 5:11 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Face Your Demons CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Amarus LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Her Bastion RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: There was a dry heat sweeping across the cracked earth, sand blinding Amarus in a passing gust. When her vision cleared, she saw that she knelt alone on a plane that seemed to never end, an orange sky without clouds rippling at its base with what looked like flames. The sky was burning. Her lips were dry, and she brushed the cracked skin with her fingertips. Flakes of salt drifted off, then pieces of glass: she was all mirror surfaces, and she was coming apart.
When she tried to speak, she choked up glass. There was no one around, nothing living: no plants, no birds. No sound, except for the dry hiss and the whipping gale of sand. Distantly, the crackle of the sky on fire. In addition, little shards of her seemed to be chipping away with every moment, no matter how still she was.
Amarus didn't fear. She didn't remember what she feared, more accurately. Even in dreams, she couldn't remember what it was that she was so afraid of, only that she was: the chasm opened up at her knees, and pieces of her fell down into the darkness. She was alone, she could never bridge this gap. She was not real. She was only a composite image, and an unstable one at that. The searing light of the sky on fire made it clear that she had no where to go, even if her knees were not rooted to the thirsty ground.
With a strong gust of wind, Amarus' body began to give way altogether in shards of mirror, and each one showed her a face of a student who was gone, as it whipped by her eyes. Some of them, she did not recognize, nor understand why they were significant. She saw Mort, and Mot, Olivia and Zel, Kettil and Freya, Spinar and Raleigh, Enzo and... at last her own face, reflected in a shard. Her crumbling, blank face. She couldn't even scream.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Face Your Demons CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Cervantes LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:His Quest Thread RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: No matter how fast he ran, he was never fast enough. Van slipped in and out of shadows, stalking his prey, but every time he lunged his teeth grazed the surface and his own ankles bled. Ahead of him, his family looked on, their red eyes full of disapproval. That's the heir? Heir to what, exactly-- what a disappointment King of failure A throne of insufficiencies The voices never stopped. Every time one ebbed, another took its place, and Van became slower and slower. He was hardly running, now: he was limping, and he was limping down a cobbled path that broke his tender paws' pads raw after they were already raked bloody. The path was lined with shadows that cast far over him, tails flicking back and forth aggressively, and instead of one voice at a time they all came at once. It was all he could do to keep on limping down the path, tail between his legs, ears flat against his head, whimpering. There was one more voice, one more that followed him no matter where he went or how long he walked: You'll get left behind, for sure. You'll get left behind. Left behind. Eventually, he might realize it was his own voice, and he was muttering it to himself even as he whimpered.
I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING POOR VAN but yes xD
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Madness_Insanity CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Sucre Von Toverij LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Quest RED OR WHITE? Red, but open to either! 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-
It was one of those dreams where you have a hard time telling if it is real or not. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Sucre got out of bed and stepped over the clothes she had worn yesterday that were strewn across the mess that was her floor. She continued her usual routine, except something grabbed her attention from the corner of her eye. Just a little drip, her sugared goo was a little loose then. She glanced behind her. Her eyes followed the slime trail from her bed. A lot. She was dripping a lot.
Sucre reached into a bowl on her dresser and popped a couple sugar bones into her mouth to help her complexion and continued about her way. Her slimey body worked instantly dissolving the sugar. She slid a dress over head only to have it get stuck. She was dripping and it was soaking through. Sucre let the dress hang awkwardly around her neck. Her face fell. Literally, it fell.
"No no no no" she said, desperately crushing sugar cubes into her hands and rubbing them on her slipping features. Why wasn't the sugar working. The dread that fell over her only grew as Sucre continued to puddle, unable to reform, unable to form her face.....
Then it got worse then being nothing, she started to be nothing in front of others. Her friends, her not so friends, everyone. Loosing her body on repeat.
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