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 Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 6:58 pm
Lately, the nights had offered no reprieve for a good portion of Destiny City's inhabitants. Sleep was a needed thing, a function that existed to provide the body rest. But in night's past sleep had offered nothing but terrible visions to those who braved it or otherwise passed out unconscious. Demetri Wright was no exception to this. While sleep was something he avoided on a regular basis, he was like any other creature and eventually had to. The last time he had? His dreams were filled with images of Zink murdering him.
Needless to say, he wasn't too keen on going back to sleep. And he hadn't, not since that dream approximately twenty-nine hours and ten minutes ago. Of course, before he had slept that fateful night, he hadn't slept much before. The result? He was tired. Really tired, and needed something to do.
Which of course meant that visiting his beloved queen at some oddball hour of the night was a PERFECT idea. But not without a present! So a quick stop at a 24-hour store and then he was at the apartment door giving a quiet knock. At the -very- least he had remembered to be quiet about it. What...if they weren't up? Man he really hoped they were, because that stop at the store had resulted in cupcakes and brownies, the bag containing the delicious treats cradled carefully between his hands. Hell, he had even managed to find a purple cupcake in case Mr. Killingworth was home. He wanted to have -something- to keep the mass amounts of the word '********' at bay at least.
If it wasn't for how important delivering the treats were (and for how god damn horrifying his dreamworld was), Demy might have collapsed right by the door to sleep. Every inch of the boy's features said 'tired', from the droopy lids over baggy eyes to just how still he was being. Afterall, he was usually bouncing off the walls.
He gave another quiet knock and stood back to wait. Demy had no idea what he'd do if they didn't answer, but for right now he just couldn't think about it.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 4:41 pm
Demy was not the only one who was avoiding sleep, as of late.
A click of a button and the television station changed. And then another. And another. Soon, Ursula had made her way through the fifty various channels the TV had to offer for a third time that evening, finally settling it once more on the Home Shopping Network.
Khalid had no problems sleeping. Well, that wasn't exactly true. He had been having nightmares, just the same as she, but at least he was able to go to sleep. As much as she used to enjoy the evening hours, Ursula now dreaded the night. Night meant eventually dozing off, which meant more and more terrifying nightmares plaguing her sleep. Which now meant even more hours of sleeplessness, sitting in front of the television as she remained sprawled out on the couch.
She almost hadn't heard the knock. Her mind said it was a trick, that nobody in their right mind would be knocking at a time like thi- oh god.
What if it was Wolframite again?
Rising from the couch, she padded her way over towards the door and opened it cautiously, less an unsavory figure be standing on the other side. Peepholes, in her opinion, were nothing but a waste of time.
Immediately recognizing the visitor, however, both eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Demy? What in the.... what are you doing here? What's wrong? Why aren't you in your dorm room?"
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 6:19 pm
"I can't sleep."
There was a pause. An awkward sort of one. Demy had this rather nervous smile and let the statement hang in the air a moment.
"I mean...really, I can't sleep. Sleep kinda sucks, you know? Never really did like it but lately it's just been so...bad. I don't think I ever had nightmares like this even when I was a kid."
Okay, he still was a kid technically. That was besides the point.
"I um.....I brought cupcakes? I even got a purple one for Mr. Killingworth! Does he like cupcakes? ...Do you like cupcakes? I just wanted to bring you -something- because showing up without anything would be rude and...I c-can go if I'm bothering you..."
He really didn't look like he wanted to go, but if Ursula told him to he would have left in an instant.
"I know I should be in my room! I'm s-sorry, I just...had to get out for a bit and I didn't know what else to do. I didn't wake you did I? If I did I'm so sorry. Really!"
Well...at least he wasn't scared out of his wits or marked with bloody frowny faces or run through with a cavalier's sword. Nope. He seemed to be in one piece more or less, just tired and a bit rambley. Then again when was rambling new for him?
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 6:40 am
"I..."
She heard stirring coming from the bedroom and without a second thought, Nealite blinked into existence, shut the door behind the teenager, grabbed him by the arm and teleported both of them out of the room.
The night air was cool - brisk, even, the chill in the air sending goosebumps over Ursula's exposed arms. In nothing but a tank top and pajama bottoms, she was in no condition to host guests...but then again, what respectable guest decided to pay a visit in the early morning hours?
Bare feed walked across the rooftop's shingles. This was far from the first time for her to be up here. No, the rooftop was a secluded area she'd run away to, an area where she'd sit and mull over things. And, knowing how Khalid would probably react to the impulsive teenager who'd paid them a visit with nothing more on his mind but cupcakes and chatter...
Well, the roof was a good place, at least.
"Nightmares too, hm?"
She moved to sit down where she stood, crossing her legs and tucking her feet underneath. Eyes looked over at the teenager expectantly, soon falling upon the plastic bag still clutched in his hand.
"He's... not much for sweets. At least, not at two-thirty in the morning. But I'm up, you're up. Let's eat. You can start telling me about these nightmares of yours."
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 6:46 pm
Demy jumped noticeably at the teleporting. Hell, Demy seemed rather distressed for a few moments before he eventually managed to calm himself. ...A little. This was not a nightmare, this was not a nightmare, this was not a nightmare. Acid eyes shut for a moment as he mentally repeated the mantra to himself. Not a nightmare, Ursula could teleport. He just had to keep that in mind.
Breathe.
Okay!
When he reopened his eyes he was all smiles again. He was fine, really! Demy moved to sit down beside Ursula and pulled out the cupcakes to sit on the roof next to them so they could both reach.
"I've...h-had a lot, not really sure why. I've never had so many awful dreams in a row. But..too? Are...you having them?"
The teenager shot her a rather curious look. Really? The Queen of the entire Negaverse was suffering horrible nightmares like him? That...well as sad as it was it made him feel a bit better. At least it wasn't just him and Z thrashing around in their beds.
"They're....bad. Filled with past stuff I don't wanna think about, Z dying, and people that I've---Scheelite has killed."
He shook it off. Wasn't him, it wasn't him, it -wasn't him-. Scheelite was the murderer, not him.
"The last one....."
Here he hesitated. This particular dream had been really bad.
"...Z-z-zink k-killed me...on your orders..."
The statement was barely squeaked out, the boy biting his lip to keep himself from bawling at the memory of it.
"You'd...n-never order that, right?"
Those acid eyes were turned on her again, this time brimming with tears. He was trying pretty hard to hold them back, but this was a bit much even for him.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:05 am
She sat there quietly as she listened to him speak, idly moving one hand over to draw out an overly sugar sweet. Ursula was half surprised that Grendel didn't pop up from out of nowhere and chide her for eating such junk....but what her kitty cat didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.
She hadn't expected him to get upset. Then again, she hadn't expected a visit in the middle of the night either, so she was beginning to think she shouldn't bother trying to expect things in the first place. Her chewing paused as his voice wavered, dark orange eyes moving to meet with pleading ones. Ones that begged please Miss Johnson, tell me you wouldn't think about killing me.
Her laughter was short and uneasy, but one hand stretched out to ruffle his messy blonde hair.
"What kind of a question is that? You're letting your dreams get the better of you, Demy dear." Another bite, another chew, another headshake, "They're just dreams.
Charonite would have probably yelled at the boy, told him how ridiculous he was being, that he needed to man up and grow up. She knew she should probably be doing the same - it wasn't seemly to baby the lieutenants. It wasn't appropriate. But as she looked at him on the verge of tears, there was nothing more for her to do than sigh and comfort. Could it be because she knew how he felt, to dream about those close were trying to kill them in their dreams? Or was she going soft - no. She couldn't go soft. She wouldn't allow herself to go soft.
Finishing up her cupcake, she tossed the wrapper back into the container and moved to stand up. There was no use sitting and dwelling. Dwelling just led to more questions - questions she didn't want to take the time answering, not at the current moment.
"Well, since we're up... wanna do some patrolling?"
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 12:11 pm
Charonite would have yelled at him, which would have only furthered his paranoia and really made him question if his leaders would order his demise. Maybe Ursula was going soft, maybe she wasn't. Whatever it was she knew just the right thing to calm the boy down and reaffirm his belief in the Negaverse.
"Thank you! I knew it couldn't be true, but..."
But he had still needed to ask. This circle of apologies and explanations could have gone on forever. Luckily Ursula had a plan to distract them both from their nightmares.
"Patrolling? Sure!"
Because how often did he get a chance to patrol with Miss Johnson? Uhhh...pretty much never. Hell yes he was going to seize this opportunity! Demy finished off the cupcake he had worked on in between speaking and hopped to his feet.
"Any particular place? Or are we just going...wherever?"
He was still tired, so horribly horribly tired. But a bit of patrolling would wake him back up and he'd be okay for another couple of hours. The cupcakes helped too, of course.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 6:59 am
Using her hands as support, she lifted herself up from off of the roof. By the time she was standing, bare feet had been covered by boots and her pajamas replaced with her Captain's uniform.
"Hmmmm, let's see."
She bit her bottom lip absent-mindedly as ideas slowly began to form. They both needed a distraction, something to keep their minds off of sleep and nightmares. What was Demy into again? Glowsticks, guitars, sugar, raves, other guys who apparently had a high tolerance for glowsticks, guitars, sugar and raves....
And then it hit her.
"The music store."
He looked at her quizzically. It wasn't a rave, it wasn't a candy store, but there were only so many places a mom-to-be was willing to go to so early in the morning.
"Let's go to the music store - I'm sure we can find something there, right?"
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