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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:19 pm
 Welcome to the Realm of NightmaresBe afraidThe monster under your bed. Your reflection in a mirror. The dark shadow shifting over the ceiling.They are waiting for you. The feeling someone is behind you on the stairs. It's not just your imagination. "The Realm of Nightmares" is an RP set in a normal modern day setting with one fanciful exception: the fears of humans are very real indeed.
Set against the back drop of a rather slice-of-life setting with characters living their day-to-day lives this alternate realm is slipping into the real world through the use of fear. Ethereal creatures from this realm use common fears to terrify humans deriving great pleasure from it.
Recently these creatures have been able to bring humans to this other world. Normally once in this world the fear overwhelms you, and like in a dream, reality becomes so distorted finding your way home is impossible. As your phobias shape the landscape, like in a nightmare, safety is hard to find. Humans who lose their way become empty shells who wander the realm. The Setting
The setting of the RP in the real world will be mainly in a small town in North Eastern America, middle class, low crime rate with all the landmarks a small town will have: a play ground, at least one creepy old house, an elementary and high school, a few little shops in a small shopping center, and, of course, houses.
When not there, unless otherwise noted, the RP can take place with in the nightmare realm. The looks, physics and even time flow of the other world is hardly set in stone, but there are a few guidelines to be covered in the rules section.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:20 pm
 Rules1. Follow both the TOS and the Guild rules at all times. 2. This is a PG-13 RP. Mild cursing is allowed. I will also note that depending on the fears of the characters there may be some gory details. Fears of a sexual nature will not come into play as to keep in line with the TOS and Guild rules. 3. Your character must have fears. If they have none then there is no point to them being here. Also, please make them interesting. 4. I request characters be around teen age years and a bit older. I think there is a morality issue that may arise with characters under the age of 13. While adults are fine to play the favored age range is 13 - 20. This will keep things from becoming too awkward. 5. The playing of creatures as a player character at this time is not yet allowed. 6. Playing your character outside of the realm is highly encouraged. Trips into the other Realm (and sometimes simply even visits from the other realm) maybe be very limited from time to time to simply enjoy playing the character you have made. 7. This is a literate RP. Three paragraphs are the goal for each post made. Every so often a little two paragraph post may come through, and while five paragraphs or more are fine, they can, at times, be over whelming for some. 8. Please use font sizes, colors and post styles that accent your post, not make it hard to look at. 9. Make sure you post if your character is in the main story arc. Side adventures are welcome when things are slow. If this becomes a problem, it will be dealt with. 10. I reserve the right to change these rules, add more, and take any away at any time. I will be fair, but I want to make that clear. I will also personally contact a player if there is a problem with their part in the RP. Please always feel free to ask me questions. smile Nightmare Realm Guide 1. Time does not flow the same in the other realm as it does in the real world, however, it always moves forward. Time tends to speed up and slow down at random intervals. For example, you may be in the other realm for a few days, and when you get home again it has only been a few hours, or maybe it has been almost a year. Time fluctuations, for the start of the RP, should be kept to a minimum just so we all get the hang of it. 2. When you enter the other realm it can look like anything. I usually default to a black landscape, so feel free to use this if you aren't sure. However, once there each character's fears can shape the landscape. 3. Shifts to the other realm at this time will be mostly managed by me until everyone gets the hang of it. 4. Encountering monsters, fears, and such in the other realm is more grueling then facing them in the real world as they are closer to their source of power.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:21 pm
 Time, Weather, and Current Events(Please, check back every so often to stay up-to-date!)
Autumn
Afternoon - Saturday
Chilly, storming, and abnormally dark
The power is out at Claudia's and may be out in other places as well
Maggie, Claudia, Lee and his brother, and Arthur are in the nightmare realm. Anyone else interested in crossing over needs to PM me first.
Note: Juliet will be joining the main group eventually.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:22 pm
 Character Bio Skeleton[b]Username[/b]: (Your Gaia name)
[b]Character's Name[/b]: (Full name, followed by any nick name if applicable.)
[b]Character's age and gender[/b]:
[b]Fears[/b]: (Give me a few, please.)
[b]Personality[/b]: (Don't make them perfect)
[b]Bio[/b]: (What is their life story. Maybe even put reasons to why they fear the things they do, if you like.)
[b]Photo[/b]: (Of your character. Currently I will welcome anime characters and real people unless otherwise noted. Just make sure that it isn't a person or character too easily recognizable.)
[b]Other[/b]: (Anything else you'd like to mention?)
[b]Special[/b]: (This will be left empty for now. Later in the RP, the effect of being in the realm may alter something about your character.)
Please send this to me in a PM and I will post it if your character is approved. I will also contact you via PM. Please make sure your character is approved before playing.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:23 pm
 Female Characters: Leid Character's Name: Margret Cohen, Maggie Character's age and gender: 15, Female Fears: Creatures larger than her, getting lost, being startled, and being trapped. Personality: Maggie is a timid teenager. While going between the real world and other world so frequently has made her rather self sufficient she lacks social skills a 15 year old would normally have. She comes across normal, however, she usually stays quiet and doesn't seem to like hanging out with people her age. Bio: When Maggie was very young her mother became pregnant with her younger brother. The fear of being replaced that this caused Maggie brought a manifestation right into her home. A feisty creature "befriended" Maggie and caused her all sorts of trouble with her parents from making messes to lighting small fires. The creature's "playfulness" even cost her family the life of her new born brother. Wracked with grief Maggie's parents, thinking it was a mental condition, sent her to a Children's Psychological hospital for rehabilitation. Not understanding, Maggie and her "friend" who she named Manuel escaped via slipping into the other world and back into this one somewhere outside the hospital. Ever since stepping into the other realm she can't seem to escape it and finds herself lost there for days at a time. For a while she was adopted by a young couple, but soon, too, she lost them by being thrust into the other world. Photo: MaggieOther: When Maggie was little, she suffered a chemical burn from her "friend" Manuel. She was lucky and everything healed up nicely, however the top of her head is smooth and bare save for a long tuft of hair that she wears to the side of her face. Special: After having gone through the realm as a small child Maggie has acquired a "friend" who follows her around. While sometimes she can see and hear it, normally others can not. It's power in the real world is akin to a weak poltergeist. ________________________________________ Username: Lady Elizabeth Greyfox Character's Name: Claudia "Claude" Marie Grey Character's age and gender: 16, Female Fears: Clowns, Spiders, Mirrors, Pitch Darkness, Being Alone, Demons/Spirits Personality: Claudia can be a bit of a crybaby. She is scared of a lot of things and cries when confronted with them. She tends to be rather shy and closed off. She doesn't share her feelings unless scared, which makes people think she's whiny. Bio: Claudia grew up in a six person home with her father, and four brothers. They were all older than her and always caused her grief. From the time she could walk they were locking her in the bathroom where she couldn't reach the light and teasing her about Bloody Mary. They'd stick spiders in her hair, and they'd always abandon her; leaving her behind when they knew she'd be scared. They'd also tease her with ghost stories when they were sure the power would go out. All of this torment caused Claudia to grow up rather secluded and scared of the world. She's constantly faced with her fear of being alone because she has no real friends. Her only companion is her teddy bear, Henry, who is a constant source of turmoil for her as everyone picks on her about him. But she'd never be caught, dead or alive, without him. Photo: ClaudiaOther: Meet HenrySpecial: --- _______________________________________ Username: Devil Muffin Character's Name: Faith Borden Connors Character's age and gender: Female, age nineteen Fears: Snow (specifically, what might be hiding under the snow), having surgery, dead people, doctors and hospitals Personality: Faith has a quick temper, and very much fits the bill of a "fiery redhead". She is the kind of girl that always accepts a bet or a dare, and won't take s**t from anyone. Loyalty and honesty are the two qualities that she values the most in people, and she envies those with a complete, happy family. Despite her challenging personality, Faith is very kind to others, and is especially kind to animals. But she's easily surprised, slow to forgive and easily holds grudges. Any mention of her own family will get you a hiss and a sucker punch. Bio: Faith grew up in a small cabin in the mountains of Colorado with her parents and older brother, Mark. She had a little sister for a time. Her name was Melissa, and when she was three years old she wandered out of the house while it was snowing outside and was later found frozen and partially gnawed on a mile away by Faith, who was a part of the search party sent out that night. She was seven at the time. The experience scarred her for life, and after the death of Melissa, the bonds between the Connors family were destroyed and Faith's parents separated. Faith stayed in the cabin with her mother, and her father moved farther downstate. Mark left the state all together after high school and went to the Northeast. When Faith was sixteen her father was diagnosed with cancer, and the family gathered to accompany him to have surgery at the hospital. Her father had to be forced to have it- but from the time he found out to the time they put him under, he screamed about doctors and sharp knives, pain, anesthesia that could kill you and cancerous lumps until Faith couldn't take it anymore. The surgery ended up being a failure, and her father died due to a mistake of one of the doctors instead of the cancer. After being forced to attend the funeral and see her father's body, Faith left Colorado and moved in with her brother, trying to escape from her fears and the ghosts of her family. Photo: FaithOther: Plays the violin, piano, and clarinet. She also runs cross country. Special: _______________________________ Username: tootieshoe Character's Name: Juliet “Julie” Masters Character's age and gender: 18 Female Fears: Heights, Darkness/Shadows, Alleyways, Supernatural Personality: Julie’s appearance can be deceiving. On the outside she looks tough and sassy. Yet she is actually a bit naïve when it comes to things. She is a friendly person, which tends to get her into trouble. Juliet likes to crack jokes, making people laugh; sometimes she does it as a defense mechanism when she gets nervous or scared. Bio: It was hard for Juliet to be an only child, especially an unwanted only child. Her mother and father had tried hard to have another child, but nature just wasn’t going to allow it. When Julie was younger her parents couldn’t leave her home alone so she was always sent to some kind of day care or always had a babysitter. As she grew older she was able to stay home by herself, which she always preferred. Juliet never did like her day care (the kids there were evil) or her babysitters, especially the ones that had boyfriends. Alone is what she preferred, Juliet would just get lost in her books. As she got older, Juliet made a few friends, but they weren’t exactly the best of friends. They took advantage of her naïve nature and always tell her these horrible stories about girls her age getting kidnapped, murder, or raped and it always started at night and when they were walking by a dark alley or turning the corner. Why she listened to her friends or even stayed friends well she felt that she should cause people need friends. Well that thought process changed when one night she was walking home from her after-school job and she was grabbed as she passing by a dark alley. She couldn’t tell who her assailants were because she was blindfolded and gagged. The feeling of the ropes as it secured her arms behind her back, still haunts her memories. Juliet had ending up passing out from shock, not before hearing the whispering voices of her friends. She was found the following day tied to the school flag pole, she had to wait for the police, ambulance, and fire department to arrive before she was able to get down. She was immediately rushed to the hospital where she stayed for a few days recovering. Her parents even visited her often. After her release she stayed the next few days in her room. The time in her room she spent up against one of her walls, it was then that she started cutting herself; nobody found out Juliet was able to keep it a well secret and besides her parents went back to disappearing. She went back to school only to be placed in detention the following day after jumping her friends outside of class beating them pretty bad. For the rest of her time in school people let her be. Photo: JulietOther: The tattoos that cover her body, hide the scars from her cutting, Juliet has stopped only to relapse when she gets panicked. The rope left a scar on her wrists that she never covered up. Special: __________________________________
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:24 pm
 Male Characters: Assassin_Entreri Character's Name: Timothy "Tim" White Character's age and gender: 20, Male Fears: Hates bugs, deep water of any sort, ghosts, suffers from claustrophobia, darkness Personality: Tim tends to appear flawless, but even his closest friends know he's not. Tim tries to act tough but his fears tend to show up and frighten the living hell of him and destroy the image. No matter what Tim does, once the image is shattered by the "tough man is scared of bugs", Tim cannot recover any sort of relationship what so ever. Due to this, Tim is a bit jaded and can come off a bit cold. Bio: Tim grew up as the middle of six children; two older brothers and three younger sisters. For reasons unknown to him, his eldest brother would lock Tim up in the closet in the middle of the night and his other brother would collect bugs. To spook Tim further, he'd let his bugs in and "freak him out". Soon, they would bag him in a potato sack and drop random bugs in. It didn't help that his sisters would jump in on it. One of them would tell him creepy ghost stories. Tim also nearly drowned when he was younger as his sisters ganged up on him and held him under water. Tim has run away from home and has never since seen his family, when he was 16. Photo: Timothy WhiteOther: Though he hates his family, he does miss them. Special: ---- ________________________________ Username: xxBo0kn3rdxx Character's Name: Chin-Hwa Lee, usually addressed by his surname Character's age and gender: 18, Male Fears: Women around the ages of 18-30 (even more so if they're pretty and wear tons of makeup), Order (if he sees four people in a perfectly straight line, he will push one of them so that they step backward), vacuum cleaners (one almost ate his foot when he was young). Personality: Lee has a relatively calm disposition and usually walks around with a straight face; if not, a small smile. When met with one of his fears, he feels discomfort and looks away (or frantically fixes it, as in the example above). If he cannot escape, his serenity will utterly shatter. Fears aside, to all those around him he is generally known as the easygoing dude who isn't afraid to stand up for his friends. ...unless, of course, he's up against an older, pretty girl. But that hasn't happened yet. Bio: Lee's parents moved straight from Korea to the USA when he was eleven years old, and ever since the initial move he's felt a little out of place. He knew no English when he arrived, save for "Hi". Now, seven years later, he is fluent and speaks only with a slight accent. He's very prone to accidentally switching between languages, however, and when he does he usually doesn't realize it until three to five words after the transition. When he was about four years old, a group of older girls locked him in a dark room and forced him to watch someone get stabbed to death on TV. For a few years, he was afraid of sharp objects, darkness, and television screens as well, but as he grew older those fears disappeared altogether. What stuck to him were those girls--their taunting laughter, their glee-stretched faces, the makeup that made them look grotesque in the dim light. Every time he saw a popular girl approach him, he'd react negatively. In elementary school, he'd push them if they got too close. In junior high, he'd run away. Now in high school, he usually looks away or leaves the scene altogether. This is also why he never watches movies or, coincidentally enough, TV. Beautiful older women. Everywhere. While the memory of that day was still fresh in his mind, he developed a few senseless habits. He would do random things and sometimes even repeat them. He'd take all his father's shoes and tie them to the ceiling fan by the laces in perfect concentric circles. He'd stick his mother's sewing needles in a straight line near the bathroom door. He'd take all the pennies in the house and place them neatly on the perimeter of the car's hood. As his childhood passed, however, so did those quirks. As time went on, memories of those years eventually became associated with the event itself and made him develop a fear of order. He was an extremely meticulous child, but now, as if in violent reaction, he hates perfection. Neatly even piles of paper, fresh packs of chalk, rocks lined up to border a garden walkway. At least one of them had to be out of place in order to be tolerable. Photo: LeeOther: Has a 12-year-old brother nicknamed Joshua. Lee is fiercely protective of him. Special: ---- _________________________________ Username: x-EternalAlice-x Character's Name: Arthur Graham Character's age and gender: Male, 19 Fears: Fear of being hurt emotionally, Fear of disappearing, Fear of forgetting one's self, Fear of being all alone, and Fear of Death Personality: He is extremely distrusting of others, paranoid, shy, and skittish of others. His mind is becoming more and more disturbed as his fears seem to increase in number one by one. Arthur, during the fear moments he isn't freaking out over something, can actually be friendly and nice to talk to. But those moment don't come often, mostly making him unpleasant to be around due to his constant state of fear. Bio: Arthur has been mostly treated like any other weird kid. He has been insulted most of this life and has been hurt emotionally many times over. It has come to the point where he is even afraid to leave his room in fear of being hurt of emotionally. His few friends have been trying to get him out of his self enforced prison. Nothing has worked. Recently, within the last few months, his friends and family have basically given up on him. This has caused him to feel like he is disappearing and thus fears it like Death. In his mind, disappearing from one's heart is the same as death of the body and mind. The Forgetting of one's self fear is explained by that fact that over the course of his life, he has become more and more forgetful. No one knows why that is, especially him. Thus he fears one day, he will forget himself as well as everything else. Photo: ArthurOther: He has scratch marks on his wrists from where he has punished himself for ever trusting others to not hurt him. Special:
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:02 am
 Maggie
i felt my skin rip and i heard my bones crack and if i have the strength left we'll soon see
for the shadow of life has eaten me
The winter months were coming bringing with it a crisp chill to the air and earth. Trees had disrobed themselves, carelessly casting their leaves to lay on the side walks and streets to be crunched underfoot. The sun rode low against the horizon casting it's fading reach across the sky, long red fingers of light just barely illuminating the quiet little suburb. The wind howled forlorn through the bare limbs of trees, between the houses, making each creak and groan.
Not far from a river running around one side of the town was a small park. It stood, waiting, the slide gleaming as the fading sun hit the icy metal, the cartoon-like painted medal horses were poised and ready, their glazed eyes staring forward. Passed the swings and teeter-totters a mass of shaped medal tubes formed a climbing structure, nestled deep within was a small girl. Her tiny frame bundled in a heavy coat, her feet booted and hands covered in cotton gloves, a wool hat pulled down over her ears.
It being later in the day, right around the time when children were called in to the warmth for dinner with their families Maggie stayed under the jungle gym with a bag in her lap, the strap running over her shoulder. Her face pink, nose runny, eyes a little red, she rummaged through the messenger bag looking for something to eat. She had just come out to the area and a pang of hunger hit her hard in her stomach. Instead of wandering around looking for a restaurant she figured she'd eat some leftovers hidden somewhere within. She had the money to eat out someplace with a heater, but she didn't have the energy to go hunting for it.
Out from her bag Maggie pulled a plastic wrapped sandwich, half of which she broke off and set in front of her in the wood chips. After which she leaned her head back against a pole, staring up at the slowly darkening sky and started on her half of the sandwich.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 8:00 pm
 In these little memories...
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The sublime symphony of the rose's color,
Dances elegantly with the conductors' baton of sadness.
The fate is a rhapsody of darkness,
Revolving the arms around his back. "You guys! Wait up! Don't be so mean! Keenan! Timothy!" A voice cried through the growing darkness. A young woman, clinging to a teddy bear, ran after a couple of older boys. She was bundled up in a comfy looking white coat and a matching hat, tufts of short black and pink hair peeking out from underneath. She wore leggings underneath a skirt, but despite this, she looked rather warm, but frightened.
"Stop being a ninny and hurry up." Her brother, Keenan said, his blue eyes filled with obvious disdain. He was two years older than her, and the youngest of her four brothers. He was also obviously not completely straight. From the way he walked and dressed, to the way he spoke, it was obvious. But that never had bothered Claudia, she didn't understand why some people didn't like him for it. Despite how mean her brothers usually were, she loved them all very much.
"You know I don't like to be alone outside in the dark." Her voice was almost a whine, but was still more pleading. She was trying hard to keep up, but they'd just walked into town and came back. She hated walking so far, but daddy hadn't let Timothy, their second youngest brother, a year older than Keenan, drive them. They hadn't got the money to buy Timothy a car yet, so he was saving up. "They know it, Henry. Why are they always to mean to me?" She asked the teddy bear in her arms.
She watched as Keenan nudged Tim and whispered something to him where she couldn't hear. She pouted slightly. Now they were telling secrets. That was mean and unfair too. She sighed and continued on, despite her aching legs. "Hey Claude... What's that behind you?" Timothy said to her, suddenly walking backwards. She should have known better than to snap around and look, because as soon as she had her brother shouted, "dude, run!" They took off running, laughing like maniacs.
"You guys! Stop! That's not fair!" She cried as she ran after them. She sniffled as her eyes welled up with tears. Her legs hurt from walking so far, but she didn't want to be left alone. She squeezed Henry close to her chest and whimpered. "They're so mean! I hate them sometimes, Henry! I hate them!"  Come on, give color with the nice blood,
To this world that goes to the rational senses,
Tearing to pieces the white bodies.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
...A rhapsody goes playing.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:15 pm
 || Never Look B a c k // Keep R.U.N.N.I.N.G. ||
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Winter's hands ringed out the warmth of the town. In autumn's wake, the trees' colors died and left cool strong winds. All of this did not please Thomas, but they certainly would not stop him either. The young athlete had no fear of the cold.
This afternoon was no different than a summer's afternoon. Thomas tied on his shoes, pulled on his jacket, plugged his iPod into his ears, and was off. He started at his house, but jogged his way to the river. Once there, he followed the river until it reached the park. There, he would circle the park three times before returning home. All the while, he would count the songs he listened to on his jog. His goal was to last through ten songs.
The river followed him as Radiohead sung into his thoughts. On such a day, on such a run, on such a season, it was near impossible not to sink into deep thought. What should he do if his two college applications were accepted--Should he study more for his calculus quiz tomorrow--should he take up the strength to ask Claude to the winter formal--why did he always run alone--why was it he never went anywhere on Friday nights while everyone had some party to go to--what was for dinner...
His thoughts continued in this sporadic manner as he entered his first lap around the playground. He looked around. He missed seeing the children running around...it was always more entertaining. Now, the setting just appeared so forlorn and...lonely.
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|| Stay A L O N E // Keep FoRgEtTiNg | |___ [[OOC: Hey! PM me when you update so I know to check back on here. I may not be deligent in looking at the thread...but I do want to continue!]]
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:32 pm
 Timothy "Tim" White
He slammed the alarm clock to silence and groaned. Another weary filled day. Tim wasn't so sure if he was up to the task of waking and getting dressed. It was so cold and well, being in bed seemed to be a much much better option. But alas, he could not afford to miss another day of work.
Throughout the winter so far, he'd been sapping away the sick leaves until only a small handful remained. Ever since those nightmares he'd been having, he hadn't really gotten good sleep. Another given reason he hated the dark.
With another groan, he pushed the sheets and blanket away, gently placing his feet upon the cold tile. He forced himself into what was becoming a daily routine; turn the night lite off and hide it in case of visitors, shut the curtains, get dressed, eat something, brush teeth, grab wallet, head out the door.
As he walked on, his mind wandered away to the last fleeting image of his recent nightmare. Being drowned while sinking away in a bag, a potato bag. His sighed as he continued to walk on to the bookstore. His brothers claimed to have thought of the idea, that it was original and unique. He later discovered through a acquaintance, that the idea was in fact a event that happened in a game by the name of Rule of the Rose. The main character, some believed, suffered from nightmares and saw odd things. Tim began to wonder if he was perhaps 'Jennifer' in his own 'orphanage'.
Such a thought made him smirk and let out a chuckle. His boss sucked a whole lot. The manager in charge had left him with all the night shift jobs for the month even though Timothy had tried everything in the book save outright saying he was afraid of the dark to avoid such a fate.
What a cruel fracking world. He frowned and let out another sigh, clutching his jacket closer to him. He was going to be late, but Tim really didn't care at the moment. In a way, he was hoping to get fired. Who would buy books, seriously at 9:00 P.M.? Wackos, that's who.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 8:26 pm
Maggie
i felt my skin rip and i heard my bones crack and if i have the strength left we'll soon see
for the shadow of life has eaten me
As Maggie chewed slowly, mushing the cold sandwich around until her mouth made it a warm and soft blend of flavor, she turned her eyes out across the playground. She saw three kids playing; they all looked older than her, even the trendy looking girl with her bear. Why a bear? Why carry one anymore at that age? Maggie mulled it over. She didn't seem like she was slow. For some reason if that girl seemed like she was mentally challenged the idea of her having a bear would click. No. Maybe it was a trendy thing. Maggie never really followed trends. Not by choice, but more by circumstance. Then the two boys she was with ran and the girl slowed. It made a little more sense as she watched.
The sound of running made Maggie turn her head. Only now she saw the Asian boy running along the edge of the river. He looked lean, and kind cute, too. Being fifteen every boy could possibly be her knight in shining armor. She felt her face grow warm. She took a moment to swallow her sandwich and shyly went for another bite. Maggie was a little embarrassed at the thought of liking the boy. However, her little unseen friend was jealous.
For a moment as Thomas ran a curve around the playground an image would drift between this world and another one, a grim world of fear and solitude. For the briefest of moments he'd see the ground before him was very far away. As he ran, he'd see his foot stretch out over a pale orange sky spotted with clouds.
Needing as much energy as he could Manuel sapped on the fears of those around him that he could to sustain the image he was forcing on Thomas. Maggie felt her heart sink a dizzy feeling of fear rushed over her as the jungle gym appeared to close in on her. The vision of Manuel grew much larger than normal. Her heart raced and her voice was a hoarse whisper, "Stop, please." Her eyes burned with tears and she sank down into the wood chips.
Poor little Claude, as she clutched her doll, abandoned by her brothers, her legs so tired, that fear churning in her chest. Along her arms she'd feel a sparse prickling. A tickle rushed along the back of her neck, to the nape and traveled along the roots of her hair onto her scalp. She might think it was nothing at first, but as the sensation refused to fade she'd be able to clearly see a small number of spiders climbing along her skin, their long legs slowly creeping, dragging their large bodied along her arms.
As Tim went through his evening routine, as he left and made his usual way to work at the bookstore at the local shopping center to peddle books to the weirdos that couldn't shop in the day like normal people, he'd feel a chill run up his spine. For the light evening hours it seemed much darker. Five in the evening usually left the sky a dark crisp color fading into a deep blue, but for Tim is was nearly pitch black. The window to the houses he passed were dim, figures moving erratically in the houses, some blank and darkened faces staring out at him. The eyes couldn't be seen, but Tim would be able to feel them. Maybe this could be shaken off, but as he looked onward those erratically moving figures were outside too. Off in the distance he saw a nearly human misty form walk with shaking limbs from behind a car to a tree and vanish, another run out into the street, crouch, and, also, vanish.
((Just a note: you can't see any vision made for the other players; just their reaction to it. We may or may not jump into the other world at this time. I think it might be a good idea to bring the group to a common ground as a basis of them RPing with each other. If you have a strong feeling one way or another, let me know.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:03 pm
|| Never Look B a c k // Keep R.U.N.N.I.N.G. ||
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As Thomas ran, he noticed something off. The ground was acting different. He slowed his run, blinking a few times. He ran a mental pulse through his body to see if he was feeling dizzy or faint. He might be dehydrated. But nothing. He thought if he took any sort of medicine today and if that could have such a strange effect. No, he took nothing today. He hate full meals. Everything should be in check so why...
Why was he so high up?
He began to breathe heavily and look around. He had to be imagining things, but everything felt so real. He began to panic. Nothing was real so what could he do but fall into the fetal position. He closed his arms around himself, holding himself close to himself, as if that would protect him from falling to his death. He closed his eyes and told himself over and over again that he wasn't going to fall. That he was in the park. He was in the park still...
The voice in his headphones began to chant, "Two jumps in a week. I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle, Watching all the ground beneath you drop..."
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|| Stay A L O N E // Keep FoRgEtTiNg | |___
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