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fatespoken) wrote2010-10-22 10:04 pm
fatespoken) wrote2010-10-22 10:04 pm
∞ [ a dream ]
Two-hundred eighty nine kilometers per mile, sixty seconds per minute contracting, reverberating electric against your spine like a million cells exploding. The air presses against your skin, while the metal car sways back and forth and rips balance from beneath your feet. If you stand, you will fall. Metal will scream until all you can hear is your heartbeat, pounding uniform, skittering beats, a hundred even micesteps within your chest. The train is crashing, and time retards; seconds suppress their weight into viscous ticks of a clock. All of them cry. A hundred people in the car break their fingernails into brown-leather seats, but you can't hear them because the metal's screaming too loud.
If you look on their faces, you will see them yelling; moreover, you will see their wounds bleeding into their skin. Not real wounds, rather shadows creeping above their skin. They're dusky, translucent imprints where injury will be, as if fate has already marked them. Hasn't it already? The train screeches against the tracks, and the axle juts up through the bottom metal, cracking through the floor so that it clips a woman. A track tie follows and slices up to impale the right side of the car.
Outside the windows, staring through the foggy marks of hand-prints, you will see the ocean: bruised, dark waters pin back a purple sky and lie stagnant against chaos.
[ ooc: Prose or [] are fine! Your character may or may not meet Amory, or if he or she does, it may be later on, as several people from his world will be paying a visit. You're free to kill your character or wound them during the dream, and the pain can either be dampened or felt at full strength. It's up to you!
Each thread should be a new iteration unless you'd like to coordinate something with another character. ]
If you look on their faces, you will see them yelling; moreover, you will see their wounds bleeding into their skin. Not real wounds, rather shadows creeping above their skin. They're dusky, translucent imprints where injury will be, as if fate has already marked them. Hasn't it already? The train screeches against the tracks, and the axle juts up through the bottom metal, cracking through the floor so that it clips a woman. A track tie follows and slices up to impale the right side of the car.
Outside the windows, staring through the foggy marks of hand-prints, you will see the ocean: bruised, dark waters pin back a purple sky and lie stagnant against chaos.
[ ooc: Prose or [] are fine! Your character may or may not meet Amory, or if he or she does, it may be later on, as several people from his world will be paying a visit. You're free to kill your character or wound them during the dream, and the pain can either be dampened or felt at full strength. It's up to you!
Each thread should be a new iteration unless you'd like to coordinate something with another character. ]
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"Get the hell off me." his voice, at least, doesn't shake.
"Either I fell asleep on the train and you're the weirdest dream in living memory, or you're listening to people die around you because you're jealous someone likes me better." He recognised that burst of magic, though it's only now that he understands how recognising it pulls him out of New Jersey, and away from Melbourne or any place solid and sane. "You shouldn't be. He hasn't bought me flowers for weeks."
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He maintains his grip, tilting Chase's head to the side to observe him obliquely. There lies no hint of anything brewing beneath; no sense of want, nothing but stone set into flesh, detachment prevailing.
"It is his dream, and so they are already dead. We are observing in retrospect. And this is a dream, a true dream- and it is only normal. You shouldn't be bothered. "