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thoughtformed2011-08-07 02:35 am
oftpartitioned) wrote in thoughtformed2011-08-07 02:35 am
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ALL OF JACKIE'S KIDS DREAMS
WHAT: Dreams! all the dreams
WHO: Donna Noble, Shirogane Naoto, Johanna Mason, Poland, Victor Mancha, Shimizu Raikou, Eridan Ampora, Lau
WHEN: Anytime during the dream plot!
NOTE: PLEASE RESPOND TO WHICHEVER DREAM YOURE INTERESTED IN. Try and specify who you're replying to. None of these dreams take place at the same time/place/etc.
DONNA
Public transit has never bee this roomy! These Chiswick buses must be bigger on the inside. At the front of the bus, where the driver ought to be, is just a telescope aimed at the stars.
Donna smiles from the midsection of the too large bus, and older man seated beside her. Their expressions are friendly, the table between them is littered with sweets and snacks, it's a friendly enough dream!
But approach the telescope and you'll get zapped to a different dream entirely. But the longer you're on the same bus there's a really loud, obnoxious buzzing, a pounding headache just behind your eyes.
"It's okay," Donna deals another round of cards between her and Wilf. "I don't mind if you get off at the next stop!"
--
NAOTO
NAOTO AS DETECTIVE CONAN
KANJI AS KAITO KID
COME JOIN THEM!!
--
VICTOR
You've been to enough embarrassing high school dreams, but this one looks particularly harmless. You wake up in the morning, read an encouraging note left y your mom (if you can read Spanish that is). Ride the bus to school, kick ass in math class, narrowly avoid being seen by any of the preppy frescos. Lunch with Jorge, same old superhero chat. The pain and humiliation of gym class.
Is this really what the killer cyborg dreams about? That boring normal L.A life you left behind?? Oh well, at least the weather's nice.
Victor chances you back a glance, as if he knew you were tagging along the whole day but was too embarrassed to draw attention to it.
"This is pretty boring, huh? Sorry."
--
JOHANNA
It's not necessary a forest- the sun's too hot for that. All the tree cover can't shield you from its glare, the thrum of humidity against your skull. You can't necessarily tell if it's the heat waves emanating from the roots, or if those long, spiny vines are really moving like long spider limbs.
An axe imbeds itself in the tree just over your shoulder- whoever threw it missed, knew they could get past you and get their weapon back. Isn't afraid, is at home in this forest of death, doesn't think of being back in the Games as the nightmare others might.
"Oh," Johanna steps over a low slung vine (it definitely moved just now, right!) on her way towards you. "What are you doing here?" She looks more at home this way, shoulders burned red, sweat and blood outlining her wide-set eyes.
--
POLAND
Take your pick! Have a fancy tea party with Poland and the lovely aristocratic ladies, or maybe a celebratory drinking round with the Hussars, flushed with victory.
Or you can just ride a pony though the sweeping and unvanquished landscape of the Commonwealth! Everything is bright and colored with pastels and big ass grins from Poland. Don't expect any bullying, complaining or sass. Poland's got better shit to do than be fussy in a dream!
Seriously, don't ruin this for him, jerk!!
--
ERIDAN
You're on the beach and you've definitely gone swimming before, right. Duh. Of course you have, the ocean is nothing to be afraid of. Yet it still looks pretty fucking daunting, black and inky just beyond your shaky, wading footsteps.
Feferi is just at the edge of your eyesight, bobbing up and down in the water like the fish she's so fond of, as natural as wave.
Eridan glares at you around the rim of his glasses, hands shoved in his pockets. No he will not fuckin go further in, thank you vvery much. you can try and reason with him, if you like.
Is that a giant flying seahorse over there? Trolls are weird.
--
RAIKOU
You're in the Shimizu compound, a sprawling dojo with wooden walkways, traditional rooms and tranquil gardens. High stone walls shield the compound from the outside world, the surface world you can participate in but never change. You have this a feeling things would be better if you could get out there, but good luck. Every sliding door you open reveals more plain rooms with more doors. Scaling the walls only put you back in the courtyard.
The entire compound is empty except for Raikou, seated at the edge of a walkway in a comfortable dudekata, resigned to his fate.
"I figured it out a while ago," he stifles a yawn, tired even in sleep. "'You can't run away from where you'd from, what you did'." He nods to the blood pair of swords imbedded in the garden that lies between the two of you. "Something like that."
--
LAU
Seriously, don't go here. You won't find him anyway.
WHO: Donna Noble, Shirogane Naoto, Johanna Mason, Poland, Victor Mancha, Shimizu Raikou, Eridan Ampora, Lau
WHEN: Anytime during the dream plot!
NOTE: PLEASE RESPOND TO WHICHEVER DREAM YOURE INTERESTED IN. Try and specify who you're replying to. None of these dreams take place at the same time/place/etc.
DONNA
Public transit has never bee this roomy! These Chiswick buses must be bigger on the inside. At the front of the bus, where the driver ought to be, is just a telescope aimed at the stars.
Donna smiles from the midsection of the too large bus, and older man seated beside her. Their expressions are friendly, the table between them is littered with sweets and snacks, it's a friendly enough dream!
But approach the telescope and you'll get zapped to a different dream entirely. But the longer you're on the same bus there's a really loud, obnoxious buzzing, a pounding headache just behind your eyes.
"It's okay," Donna deals another round of cards between her and Wilf. "I don't mind if you get off at the next stop!"
--
NAOTO
NAOTO AS DETECTIVE CONAN
KANJI AS KAITO KID
COME JOIN THEM!!
--
VICTOR
You've been to enough embarrassing high school dreams, but this one looks particularly harmless. You wake up in the morning, read an encouraging note left y your mom (if you can read Spanish that is). Ride the bus to school, kick ass in math class, narrowly avoid being seen by any of the preppy frescos. Lunch with Jorge, same old superhero chat. The pain and humiliation of gym class.
Is this really what the killer cyborg dreams about? That boring normal L.A life you left behind?? Oh well, at least the weather's nice.
Victor chances you back a glance, as if he knew you were tagging along the whole day but was too embarrassed to draw attention to it.
"This is pretty boring, huh? Sorry."
--
JOHANNA
It's not necessary a forest- the sun's too hot for that. All the tree cover can't shield you from its glare, the thrum of humidity against your skull. You can't necessarily tell if it's the heat waves emanating from the roots, or if those long, spiny vines are really moving like long spider limbs.
An axe imbeds itself in the tree just over your shoulder- whoever threw it missed, knew they could get past you and get their weapon back. Isn't afraid, is at home in this forest of death, doesn't think of being back in the Games as the nightmare others might.
"Oh," Johanna steps over a low slung vine (it definitely moved just now, right!) on her way towards you. "What are you doing here?" She looks more at home this way, shoulders burned red, sweat and blood outlining her wide-set eyes.
--
POLAND
Take your pick! Have a fancy tea party with Poland and the lovely aristocratic ladies, or maybe a celebratory drinking round with the Hussars, flushed with victory.
Or you can just ride a pony though the sweeping and unvanquished landscape of the Commonwealth! Everything is bright and colored with pastels and big ass grins from Poland. Don't expect any bullying, complaining or sass. Poland's got better shit to do than be fussy in a dream!
Seriously, don't ruin this for him, jerk!!
--
ERIDAN
You're on the beach and you've definitely gone swimming before, right. Duh. Of course you have, the ocean is nothing to be afraid of. Yet it still looks pretty fucking daunting, black and inky just beyond your shaky, wading footsteps.
Feferi is just at the edge of your eyesight, bobbing up and down in the water like the fish she's so fond of, as natural as wave.
Eridan glares at you around the rim of his glasses, hands shoved in his pockets. No he will not fuckin go further in, thank you vvery much. you can try and reason with him, if you like.
Is that a giant flying seahorse over there? Trolls are weird.
--
RAIKOU
You're in the Shimizu compound, a sprawling dojo with wooden walkways, traditional rooms and tranquil gardens. High stone walls shield the compound from the outside world, the surface world you can participate in but never change. You have this a feeling things would be better if you could get out there, but good luck. Every sliding door you open reveals more plain rooms with more doors. Scaling the walls only put you back in the courtyard.
The entire compound is empty except for Raikou, seated at the edge of a walkway in a comfortable dudekata, resigned to his fate.
"I figured it out a while ago," he stifles a yawn, tired even in sleep. "'You can't run away from where you'd from, what you did'." He nods to the blood pair of swords imbedded in the garden that lies between the two of you. "Something like that."
--
LAU
Seriously, don't go here. You won't find him anyway.
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Holding the axe over his shoulders, he rests his arms over the back of it, keeping everything cool. He couldn't say he wasn't hoping for something a little bigger. How long had it been since he had a good fight? Something he could really cut loose on? Shit, he couldn't say. It was going to be interesting without his sword, but hell, he could try the axe, why not?
"Guess I don't need to say 'fancy meeting you here,' huh?"
The fingers on the handle of the axe twitch in anticipation.
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Johanna takes a few steps back from Dante, purposefully miming a stumble over the tree roots she knew were behind her. Johanna's back presses to the tree she stumbled into, watching Dante carefully, anticipating an attack.
"Gonna try and throw that axe better than me?" she manages to snap out, voice and hands starting to shake (whether thats or purpose or not).
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"I thought I'd show off a little."
There's a pause and he frowns.
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"Don't you have somewhere else to be? My life is really pretty boring and they probably sell a DVD of this if you're really that interested."
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There's a stupid grin on his face that pretty much says it all. If there was something big in this forest, he was so going to stab it in the face. New Moore could get boring, and a guy could get restless.
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"You're not he first date who's tried to kill me."
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Somehow, his grin just gets wider.
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She scoffs at Dante's latest comment, taking her eyes off the enemy.
"Then what are you doing here?"
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Dante uses the axe as a crutch to stretch his back. Having enough raw power to take on just about anything mean two things. One, that you could afford to be a little obvious; and two, you got bored pretty damn quick when there was nothing interesting to take down.
"Not gonna complain, are ya?"