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 Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 5:11 pm
There was no colour in the room but white.
The chairs were white, the table shone in gleaming white plastic, the magazine pages were white, and upon further examination, blank. There was a TV on the wall, which looked as though it was supposed to entertain but didn't offer anything but a blank white screen. It was clearly a waiting room, and upon entering, one couldn't help but wonder whether the white-clad people were waiting for a transfusion of colour. It was impossible to tell how they felt about their surroundings, their faces were carefully hidden by the blank reading material the room offered, and their gloved hands and outfits revealed nothing so obtrusively colourful as skin or hair.
The uniformity of the room brought three things into sharp relief- A jet black door precisely in the middle of the back wall, a jangling instrumental melody ringing tinnily from white nowhere, and a brown winged, blonde haired figure sitting in a nearest the door, reading a blank book and humming. Her dress was white as well, but perhaps she felt out of place despite this, aware that she stuck out like a conservative at an antiwar protest. She looked up from her reading every so often, licking her lips nervously and glancing at the door with impatient brown eyes.
For all the girl knew, there was a long wait yet.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 5:51 pm
When she found herself in the dream, she also found herself in a white dress somewhat similar to the one the dreamer wore. Despite that, her skin and hair maintained their tone though even the soles of her patent-leather shoes were white. Galleai frowned for a moment, taking in the room before she spotted the only other source of color.
The powerful one she remembered. She also remembered that Casia didn't seem to know she was powerful. The two girls were alike in that way, oddly enough. Approaching the bank of seats where the siren sat, Galleai sat down next to her. "Hello." She said, eyeing the selection of empty magazines.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 6:31 pm
The siren's wary gaze swerved upwards at the sound of a human voice and it flickered over the intruder's face before a sort of warmth entered them, creeping down and making the corners of her mouth twitch into a brief smile. "Hey, you're that real chick, yeah?" she said, stretching. She had been slouching over her magazine, but at the sight of a familiar face, or indeed, any face at all, she seemed to straighten. "Are you here to see Dr. Robert too?"
She paused and nodded faintly to herself. "I'm here to see Dr. Robert, anyway." Holding up a blank slip of paper, she showed it to Galleai, apparently expecting it to make some sort of sense to the dreamwalker. "When they call this number, then it'll be my turn." Eyes darting back to the black door in case a figure came out, the figures in the room each turned a page in their magazines with one perfectly synchronized rustle as she was disappointed. Nevertheless, the dreamer rallied and turned bravely back to her companion. "He's really cherry, you know. They say no one can succeed like Dr. Robert."
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 11:25 am
"Yeah, I'm that real chick." Galleai responded, a faint smile touching her own mouth. She glanced at the paper Casia showed her, but to her eyes it remained completely blank. Being used to that sort of thing, Galleai was unconcerned. Instead she let her eyes drift towards the door and then back to Casia. "What are you seeing the doctor for?"
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 11:38 pm
Casia shrugged dismissively, apparently though Galleai was real, the siren was not yet ready to trust her with things like reasons to see Dr. Robert. "He's really fab." she repeated vaguely, and looked back at Galleai. "Why're you seeing him? What's your number?" she asked, less worried about being rude in the strange dreamscape than getting the scoop on the not-wholly-unwelcome intruder.
As she spoke, the three other figures in the waiting room moved closer to the dreamwalker, never lowering their periodicals from their faces as they did so. They appeared to be disinterested though, and if all three had not moved closer at the same time, it could have merely been passed off as coincidence, but since they had, their silence was unsettlingly attentive. The siren didn't seem to notice, however, busy focusing on her own line of enquiry, and it was impossible to tell whether the figures noticed her as they had in the last dream Galleai had walked in on. They certainly weren't tormenting her like before, as if in the white room the siren was able to exercise a degree of control.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 11:47 am
The moment Casia asked what her number was, Galleai realized there was a little blank slip of paper in her hand. Such was the way of dreams, she showed it to the siren. "This is my number." She informed the other girl without missing a beat. She most definitely noticed the other figures moving closer, like pale vultures, but for the moment she chose not to acknowledge them. Better to wait and see what kind of threat they decided to pose. "Nobody told me why I'm seeing him." She added. "I'm just here."
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:17 pm
Casia winced. "That sucks." she said sympathetically as she saw the blank paper. At Galleai's statement, she nodded. "That's how a lot of people are with Dr. Robert. You don't make an appointment with him, he makes an appointment with you." She trailed off and looked distant for a moment, then shook her head, catching herself. "Anyway, he'll know why you came, bet on it."
The door opened and Casia's head swiveled upward sharply. Another all white figure with a white surgical mask and huge white glasses obscuring their face came out. "He's going to call out a number!" she murmured to the dreamwalker excitedly, clutching her slip. The figure took a deep breath and underneath the mask it opened its mouth.
Ripping off the glasses and mask obscuring its features suddenly, it quickly revealed itself to be a milky white beetle and walked over to Casia, clicking rapidly. The siren looked over at Galleai, a nervously excited smile hovering tentatively on her face. "My turn." she explained breathlessly. "Will you come with me?" Despite all her talk about Dr. Robert, she couldn't help but feel somewhat alarmed at seeing him alone.
The figures in the waiting room each shut their periodicals with a final sort of rustle. Faces still obscured by the now-closed reading material in front of their faces, they began to tap their feet in a rapidly quickening rhythm.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:07 pm
"Of course." Galleai answered, standing up as well. She found herself much more curious about this dream-doctor than she wanted to admit, all sorts of unlikely ideas running through her head. Also, she was not eager to sit in the waiting room alone with the creepy figures reading their blank magazines. There was a sort of strange thrill in the Siren's dreams, probably because Galleai knew that she didn't have the same level of control as she did in most other dreams. Glancing briefly over her shoulder at the waiting room, she followed the beetle and the siren through the door.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 12:37 pm
As they passed the threshold, the beetle exploded, disappearing in one pure musical note. The garments it had been wearing drifted to the floor before they, too, vanished softly with higher notes heralding their destruction. Casia didn't seem to see them, suddenly she was walking upright. In the waiting room she had been fidgety and nervous, but in this room, through the black door she seemed perfectly composed.
The room was empty and pure black, except for a man in a white coat sitting at a desk across from them in the exact center of the room. He was writing in black ink on black paper, but when the siren and the dreamwalker came in, he spoke. "Casia and guest?" he asked, speaking in a deep, tonal voice. The dreamer nodded. "Casia Greystone." she announced. The doctor squinted at her and shook his head. "Just Casia." he corrected her, "The appointment has always been for Casia, no surname is involved." Pulling out a folder and flipping through it, he announced "The treatment will begin shortly."
The doctor then looked at Galleai and flashed her an apologetic smile. "I'm afraid I can't help you, however. But I'm sure you knew that when you arrived."
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:04 pm
"I'd guessed." Galleai said softly under her breath, painting a smile on her face. "Are you nervous?" She asked Casia. The girl didn't look nervous. In fact, she seemed to have blossomed with confidence.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:39 pm
Casia opened her mouth to respond, but when she did, nothing came out. Panicking, she opened her mouth again, then whirled around, looking desperately at Dr. Roberts. He glanced back at her and gave a nod. "The treatment is beginning. One, two, one, two, three, four."
The doctor saluted grimly and then exploded in one glorious note, ringing throughout the black room. The note shook the entire place, and the walls crumbled down, revealing the white waiting room to be an illusion and the black to be endless, nothingness stretching out as far as the eye could see. The figures that had been in the former waiting room unfurled, stretching out to their full, terrible height and advancing on Casia and Galleai.
The siren didn't appear to see them. She had an odd look on her face, ever since the doctor exploded, that one note ringing in her ears. One, two, one, two, three, four...
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 6:14 pm
The note froze Galleai momentarily, sending thrills and goosebumps up her spine while the room fell away, revealing an abyssal darkness. With the sound still ringing in her ears, she finally shook her stupor off just in time to see the figures growing to great heights. She glanced at Casia, but the girl had an expression of intense... concentration? Something. She looked as if she was about to pull magic out of the air, or herself. The air tingled with some intangible electricity and Galleai sensed something important though she didn't know what it was. She did know that the figures were advancing. Shifting closer to Casia who still didn't seem to have noticed, the dreamwalker turned to face the figures that approached.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 6:32 pm
As Galleai moved, Casia raised her brown eyes up and farther up, staring not quite at the figures but through them. they lowered their hands to reach out for the twosome and revealed blue faces, leering downwards. The siren blinked, for a second showing real fear, but shook her head back and forth slowly and it was gone. One, two, one, two, three, four...
She could feel the beat. She could feel the music, and she stared at the blue figures, the intruders with a cold fury. They didn't belong and they were trying to harm her. This wasn't their territory, and now she could feel the beat, roaring in her ears, wiping away all thoughts of the Beatles and Simon and Garfunkel and Cat Stevens, all the words she borrowed from others and it was just her and the music.
Reaching out, she pointed at each dreamily. "One," she said, and the first exploded in a music note. "Two," and the second one joined it in oblivion. "Three..." The third one exploded and, caught up, the dreamer turned her finger to the last intruder, Galleai, but hesitated, her gaze clouding with confusion, some kind of struggle. Slowly, white walls began to build themselves around the pair as the siren's hand hovered shakily. When it formed into another room, a white room with no chairs or magazines, but just a safe space, she lowered her hand. Shakily, she nodded to herself, muttering "Don't shut them all out."
She looked at the dreamwalker. "I'm sorry." she awkwardly. "You're different."
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 11:23 am
Grateful that the intruders - she never really considered herself an intruder even when she was poking around in someone's dreams - were gone, Galleai also found herself grateful that Casia hadn't banished her as well. The dreamwalker knew that nothing bad would have happened, but she also would have been sorry to go. There was something about Casia that drew her.
"You're different too." Galleai said with a small shrug and a little smile. "It's alright."
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 7:29 am
Now that they were safe and she wasn't feeling that strange sort of power buzzing around in her head, the siren scrutinized the dreamwalker for a moment. "Different from who?" she asked suddenly. "You..." She bit her lip, not quite sure how to describe the feeling she got when she thought about Galleai. It was a little strange, like when a music note was wrong in a piece she had never heard before. She could feel that something was not quite right, but she didn't know. And even if this particular intruder was real and cherry, there was something else that was different from all the blue figures, something the siren couldn't quite place.
She shook her head, changing the subject. It was probably nothing, probably just paranoia on the siren's part. "Thanks." she said instead, and watched as the white room finished itself. "Dr. Robert wasn't really what I expected, yeah? Kind of trippy."
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