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thoughtformed2014-03-02 10:30 pm
braveatheart) wrote in thoughtformed2014-03-02 10:30 pm
Entry tags:
Fiona's catch-all dream log~
Who: England, Julie Grigio, James Potter, Bro Strider
What: Event thingssssss come and play
When: Feb 27th - March 3rd
Warnings: ... All of my characters. Possible nightmare themes depending on who tags.
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[England]
[You're on a ship. The sea is rough, tossing waves over the deck and drenching the sailors scurrying back and forth to secure the sails and rigging. At the helm is England himself, leaning almost lazily against the wheel as he rides each wave with a slow turn of the ship.
The quartermaster is shouting orders but England is quiet, bright green eyes keen on the horizon and the sunlight filtering through the break in the clouds ahead.]
[Julie Grigio]
[In a trash-strewn street, Julie stands on her own, a gun held in lax fingers by her side. In front of her, there's a corpse, someone who looks like they've been dead for far longer than the fact Julie just shot them would suggest. The blonde girl sighs, rubbing one hand over her face and smearing blood across her cheek as she crouches and turns the body over.
It's a boy, young with dark hair, far younger than Julie herself and yet she seems to know him. Enough that she sits down and draws her knees up to her chest, dropping the gun to the ground.
There's a tension in the air that suggests it isn't safe to be sitting around, but she doesn't appear to care.]
[James Potter]
[It's a quidditch match! James is high above the field, scoring the winning goal as the final whistle blows. He lands with a whoop of triumph and it doesn't matter who you are, friend or stranger, he'll come running over with windswept hair and a gleeful expression on his face.]
Did you see that!? We wiped the pitch with them!
[Bro Strider]
[On the roof of an apartment block in downtown Houston against the backdrop of a setting sun with the sky lit up like fire, someone is watching you. There's no escape, the door to the stairs is locked and the only way down is to jump. You get the feeling that you're not entirely alone, faint footsteps and fleeting shadows tickling the edges of your senses.
If this is Bro Strider's dream, where is he? There's a tingle in the air like anticipation, but you get the feeling it's not you that he's waiting for.
That is, unless your name happens to be Dave Strider.]
What: Event thingssssss come and play
When: Feb 27th - March 3rd
Warnings: ... All of my characters. Possible nightmare themes depending on who tags.
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[England]
[You're on a ship. The sea is rough, tossing waves over the deck and drenching the sailors scurrying back and forth to secure the sails and rigging. At the helm is England himself, leaning almost lazily against the wheel as he rides each wave with a slow turn of the ship.
The quartermaster is shouting orders but England is quiet, bright green eyes keen on the horizon and the sunlight filtering through the break in the clouds ahead.]
[Julie Grigio]
[In a trash-strewn street, Julie stands on her own, a gun held in lax fingers by her side. In front of her, there's a corpse, someone who looks like they've been dead for far longer than the fact Julie just shot them would suggest. The blonde girl sighs, rubbing one hand over her face and smearing blood across her cheek as she crouches and turns the body over.
It's a boy, young with dark hair, far younger than Julie herself and yet she seems to know him. Enough that she sits down and draws her knees up to her chest, dropping the gun to the ground.
There's a tension in the air that suggests it isn't safe to be sitting around, but she doesn't appear to care.]
[James Potter]
[It's a quidditch match! James is high above the field, scoring the winning goal as the final whistle blows. He lands with a whoop of triumph and it doesn't matter who you are, friend or stranger, he'll come running over with windswept hair and a gleeful expression on his face.]
Did you see that!? We wiped the pitch with them!
[Bro Strider]
[On the roof of an apartment block in downtown Houston against the backdrop of a setting sun with the sky lit up like fire, someone is watching you. There's no escape, the door to the stairs is locked and the only way down is to jump. You get the feeling that you're not entirely alone, faint footsteps and fleeting shadows tickling the edges of your senses.
If this is Bro Strider's dream, where is he? There's a tingle in the air like anticipation, but you get the feeling it's not you that he's waiting for.
That is, unless your name happens to be Dave Strider.]
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[She's stopping then, staring at Sheska - angry, confused, she doesn't know she's dreaming - like she suddenly doesn't know who she's speaking to.]
What the fuck do you mean, 'what happened'?
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[Sheska flinches, hastening to explain.]
N-not details or anything - I just... Everyone out here probably knows how to be careful on these runs, right? How to avoid being caught? For a whole group to... What went wrong? Why were you out here on your own?
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[Then she's pulling her along again, pushing a hand through her hair fretfully.]
We let our guard down. Sometimes you don't hear them coming.
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[Stupid questions... The old taunt still stings, harsher than it ought. Sheska follows along obediently, quiet and withdrawn. Julie hadn't told her why she was even out here when apparently she shouldn't be, but that was probably another dumb question. Who had that little boy been, once? A friend? ....a brother? Speaking of questions she wasn't going to ask.]
Sorry. I'll keep up.
[She does, however, start keeping a closer eye out. If these... people? creatures? could sneak up on people who were already well-trained and used to this environment, how much more danger was Julie in hauling her around?]
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Okay, uh. Be careful and.. just try to look alive. When we're close enough, I'll shout.
[And she starts to wave, one arm high above her head, because.. well, dead people don't wave.]