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Post by Farren on Oct 18, 2010 20:39:01 GMT -8
I sat at my desk, twiddling my thumbs, bored as all hell. Who would have thought being the guidance counselor at one of the most violent schools in the country would be so...mundane. Granted, I hadn't actually been in my office for at least the last two weeks, but still, you'd think SOMETHING would happen. I spun my pencil three more times and then clicked on the two-way intercom to my secretary.
"Ms. Money Penny, any appointments today?"
"No Mr. Treborn, nothing today."
Damn. "All right, please call me if anyone shows. I'll be, uh...filling reports."
"Sure thing." Through the tiny intercom speaker I heard the Numa Numa song come on and figured that she had just gone back to surfing the internet. No threat of having to do any real work today, she knew that already.
I flicked off the intercom and sighed. Standing up from my desk, I walked over to the cheap green couch underneath the windows and flopped down onto it with a soft thump. The sun was just past high noon and the warm autumn rays filtering through the glass turned everything into a soft haze of orange and gold. It made me sleepy in record time.
Head resting on my criss-crossed arms, I watched the fan blades spin lazy circles on the ceiling. Memorabilia and artifacts from my earlier adventures, both at PHS #552 in New York and from the road, cast shadows on the floor. My eyes grew heavy, my body grew light, and before I knew it, the world slipped away like a falling leaf.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 18, 2010 20:40:53 GMT -8
...How Depressing... It was a SHORT day. Thanks to the direct attack on his intestines from the night before, thanks to Tai's wonderful cooking, "Unfettered" had spent previous thirty-six hours to eighteen hours relieving himself in a glorious mannerism. The next eighteen hours were spent in deep slumber... 'til he woke up at 6 o' clock that day. Realizing that falling asleep so late would be deterimental to his sleep pattern, he attempted to go to sleep again... where, thankfully, it found him.
...Under seven different, used porno mags and eighteen balls of rolled up tissue...
As he slept... the German was only glad that the walls were thick... he hoped. Would be really awkward to wake up, finding out that Dora or... Marina... had been forced to listen to that.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Oct 18, 2010 20:47:36 GMT -8
Time To Wake Up VETIS Dawn breaks.
Hours pass.
It is eight o' clock.
Eight o' clock.
...In the morning.
Those ambiens appeared to have done the trick. You find yourself without any grogginess, fully energized. But this doesn't make sense to you and you realize this. With that many ambiens, surely you should be asleep for at least another few hours.
But you are awake. And you do feel it.
...It.
It.
It.
Yes, it's right there, waiting for you.
You wake up. It's eight o' clock. Push down the covers from your body... Were the covers over your body when you went to sleep? You think to yourself that perhaps Tsubame may have done it. Perhaps.
Perhaps.
...There is a buzzing sound.
There is a buzzing sound.
It is buzzing.
You feel compelled to find it.
Find it.
FIND IT. VESPYR And just as soon as your eyes closed, just as soon as the gate of your mind closed, those starry thoughts rushed to join you... Rushing to join you...
But, not a single one seemed to have made it. Not. A. Single. One.
You wake up in the exact same room that you are in. That abandoned place, abandoned like you are. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
Get yourself ready, get yourself clothed. You will want to be outside. Something is pulling you outside. Something unseeable, that is part of you... is pulling you outside.
You should go outside.
It's waiting for you.
It's waiting for you.
It waits. KATSURI KATASHI Something stirs you and you realize that, with your eyes still closed that you are sober. This is the best you've felt in your life, actually. That cursed blood of yours... it doesn't feel like it's there, killing you. Rather, you feel like you're enjoying all the benefits with no penalties. Yes, you wake up in the exact same room that you are in. That place, your place. Your apartment. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
Get yourself ready, get yourself clothed. You will want to be outside. Something is pulling you outside. Something unseeable, that is part of you... is pulling you outside.
You should go outside.
It's waiting for you.
It's waiting for you.
It waits. JAYR BYRNE ...Only, a utopia wouldn't be a utopia if it had flaws, would it?
No, you do not wake up into a utopia, as amusing as that would be. No. But you do wake up. So, wake up. Every moment you lay lingering is another moment lost. You must use every waking moment to improve the world, shouldn't you? How else can you make it better? Yes, you wake up in the exact same room that you are in. That place, your place. You're still neatly cocooned under the covers of your frilly sheets, your head snuggled into that cyan colored pillow. You wake up right there, with everything as it is, as it should be. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
Get yourself ready, get yourself clothed. You will want to be outside. Something is pulling you outside. Something unseeable, that is part of you... is pulling you outside.
You should go outside.
It's waiting for you.
It's waiting for you.
It waits. KANG GRIMES Thoughts of your lovely little sister fade in and out and you sleep for what feels like an eternity. That comforting darkness, away from all the fighting, away from all the peace... the nothingness that restores you for the next day, strengthening you. Resting you.
Sleep takes you for what feels like only a moment.
You wake up right there, with everything as it is, as it should be. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
Get yourself ready, get yourself clothed. You will want to be outside. Something is pulling you outside. Something unseeable, that is part of you... is pulling you outside.
You should go outside.
It's waiting for you.
It's waiting for you.
It waits. TSUBAME HIROTAKI Like so many dreams, your bed feels so comforting and nice. The long day at the end of its rope is fading away with every single passing second. It is like this that you fall asleep... and with total refreshment that you wake, your rejuvenated. You wake up right there, with everything as it is, as it should be. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
No. Stay inside.
Stay inside.
Stay inside.
It waits.
But it can wait longer. You are not prepared.
You need things from around the house.
Essentials.
Essentials
Look around and place them on a table. It will come to you.
It will come to you.
It will come soon.
It will come. KIYOSHI AKECHI Even as you sleep, you feel the sores of the week chase after you into your peaceful slumber. The room, however, seems to be at greater ease then when you first started---not that you will notice. Rather, you will only wake up at eight o' clock. You feel, you strangely note to yourself, amazingly rejuvenated. Whatever you felt that ailed you appears to have been restored to it's best. You wake up right there, with everything as it is, as it should be. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
Get yourself ready, get yourself clothed. You will want to be outside. Something is pulling you outside. Something unseeable, that is part of you... is pulling you outside.
You should go outside.
It's waiting for you.
It's waiting for you.
It waits. KAZUYA HIKARI There is a cooing of what sounds like Kyoko. However, when you open your eyes, this is not the case, there is no one with you. You wake up right there, in that room, with everything as it is, as it should be. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
Get yourself ready, get yourself clothed. You will want to be outside. Something is pulling you outside. Something unseeable, that is part of you... is pulling you outside.
You should go outside.
It's waiting for you.
It's waiting for you.
It waits. PERCY LOCKHART ...But perhaps... a messed up reality would be better then with what you are about to face. Even as you fall asleep, you feel some strange... uncomfortableness taking hold of you as you stare off into the space of your room...
You wake up right there, with everything as it is, as it should be. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it, into this room.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
Get yourself ready, get yourself clothed. You will want to be outside. Something is pulling you outside. Something unseeable, that is part of you... is pulling you outside.
You should go outside.
It's waiting for you.
It's waiting for you.
It waits. JAY HUGHES ...Such a nice, cute little sister.
Perhaps, as you fell asleep, you could see her... calling out to you. "Hey, Jay!"
"Hey, big brother!"
"...I love you."
Somehow, as you begin to stir, it unnerves you slightly. It's almost as if... she were saying goodbye? Or...?
You wake up right there, with everything as it is, as it should be. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it, into this room.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
Get yourself ready, get yourself clothed. You will want to be outside. Something is pulling you outside. Something unseeable, that is part of you... is pulling you outside.
You should go outside.
It's waiting for you.
It's waiting for you.
It waits. VEYUGAN GALYANT And yet... a stun gun would be a blessing, in comparison. At least, then, you would be immobile for reasons that you could understand. The jolt of adrenaline doesn't sit well with you as you fall back asleep, into this darkness...
You would think that you would dream again of that same dream one more time. You don't.
You wake up right there, with everything as it is, as it should be. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it, into this room.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
Get yourself ready, get yourself clothed. You will want to be outside. Something is pulling you outside. Something unseeable, that is part of you... is pulling you outside.
You should go outside.
It's waiting for you.
It's waiting for you.
It waits. JAUS VALENTINE ...Or at least... you hope you are asleep. You will. It would be impossible in any other way. Right?
You wake up right there, with everything as it is, as it should be in your room. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it, into this room.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
Get yourself ready, get yourself clothed. You will want to be outside. Something is pulling you outside. Something unseeable, that is part of you... is pulling you outside.
You should go outside.
It's waiting for you.
It's waiting for you.
It waits. BASTILLE CUNNINGHAM Such comfortable sheets. Such warming pillows... just right. A nice, warm place to snuggle into, that's what your bed is. That excess hair? Heh, good riddance. It just makes sleep that much better. But mm... A burger would be good right now. A nice, juicy grilled burger, fresh off the grill.
...
You wake up right there, with everything as it is, as it should be in your room, under your comfortable sheets. You find yourself exceptionally hungry, though. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it, into this room.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
Get yourself ready, get yourself clothed. You will want to be outside. Something is pulling you outside. Something unseeable, that is part of you... is pulling you outside.
You should go outside.
It's waiting for you.
It's waiting for you.
It waits. ELLIS D. WINKLEWOOD
MODERATOR NOTE: "Unfettered" Has Been Ejected From The M.E.Q.!FARREN REMINGTON TREBORN Maybe, if you didn't fall asleep on the job... you wouldn't be dreaming. Though, that's obvious enough. But... at least, not this dream.
You wake up right there, with everything as it is, as it should be in your room, under your comfortable sheets. Ms. Money Penny, perhaps? Actually, that is kind of weird. You've gone through worse, though. You begin to realie that... while it is evening, you're reminded a lot of Public High School #552. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it, into this room.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
Get yourself ready, get yourself clothed. You will want to be outside. Something is pulling you outside. Something unseeable, that is part of you... is pulling you outside.
You should go outside.
It's waiting for you.
It's waiting for you.
It waits. "UNFETTERED" You sleep... soundly.
MODERATOR NOTE: "Unfettered" Has Been Ejected From The M.E.Q.! |
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Post by Lasia Able on Oct 18, 2010 21:11:44 GMT -8
As the fog closed in Tsubame would reach into her robes and pull out a paper talisman. The paper would stiffen and glow a bit as she raised it front of her. Satisfied for now that this was not something that her priestess powers could combat she would arm herself. Her items and her weapon the Dragon Slayer.
Was this a dream? What this real life? She did not know. Checking her fridge she found a bottle of water and a packet of jerky. She took them as well as she as she sat at her table waiting fro whatever it was to come. She would also keep her talismans on hand..just in case |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2010 21:19:44 GMT -8
Did he leave the windows open? No that couldn't be right. Jaus slowly pulled himself out of bed feeling the weight of lethargy tug at his muscles reminding himself of how much he wanted to simply roll over and count away the hours hopelessly until the weekend came.
Perhaps that was a bit too pessimistic. He grunted lightly to reply to himself in the subtle battling point stretching from his bed and taking a stroll to his closet peeling out eh weighted clothing he wore. The armbands, the Coat. All was present there in neat organized positioning.
He'd grin subtly to himself as he kept his little secret. He needed to train more though to capitalize on their worth. Sadly that was a far flung dream as it grew harder each day to move with them. Weights on and Jaus would feel like a rock, his body moving at a slugs pace to get out the door. The all consuming fog blearing his sight and mind. |
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Post by Vetis on Oct 18, 2010 21:20:46 GMT -8
The buzzing was a mild one at first. An annoyance more than anything else. It was not in his room. As he put a robe on he would walk out into the hallway to find the splendid source of the sound. A little bit louder now.
The hallway seemed a bit longer than usual. Perhaps those ambiens werent fully out of his system after all. No, he couldnt feel any more awake than this. And that damn buzzing certainly wouldnt let one rest. If Tsu was able to sleep through this he would be pretty damn impressed by that. As he made his way through the rest of the house there was no sign of her. Perhaps she was still sleeping. Was that even ok?
What day was it? Did he need to be somewhere? That damn buzzing! It kept interrupting his thoughts. What the hell was making that noise. It certainly wasnt like a bee. It wasnt like a static or a white noise. It was so hard to think off what it was while it was going on.
He would walk outside of his shared home to see the beach had a large number of people on it. For 8 AM that was sort of a shocker. Guess it wasnt a weekday after all.
That buzzing only got worse. Did no one else hear this damn sound? It was almost a screeching roar now. Did it really get louder cause he went outside? He made his way back to the house almost crawling now. A trickle of blood down his nose. Was he having an adverse reaction to those sleep meds??? The buzzing had not yet died down. It was unbearable. In unbearable pain on the floor he would get into the fetal position. He had never suffered such torture in his life.
Then it stopped. For even the slightest of seconds the reprieve was welcome. He wiped the blood from his nose and tried to compose himself. Did he give himself brain damage? And then a slight buzzing sound started up again... |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2010 21:22:21 GMT -8
Kiyoshi drearily shifted to a sitting position before letting out a loud yawn and stretching his arms. At that moment, a odd feeling struck him... no pain? Kiyoshi had always had some pain when waking or adjusting from being in one position for too long. Could being clean, less fighting, and eating right really be making such a great improvement in the state of his body? No way! At the very least his left shoulder should still be in some level of pain but nothing. He grabbed his left shoulder with his right hand while looking around into the fog the surrounded...
...Was he dreaming?
... if so did he want to wake up to the pain?
... Kiyoshi sighed lightly while raising up to get dressed and head outside. The feeling of no pain... the feeling drawing him outside... it was far too early to try and escape even if it was all a dream. |
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Post by Vespyr on Oct 18, 2010 21:39:13 GMT -8
Vespyr’s eyes opened again as her body gave a weary jerk, the involuntary movement interrupting her progress into unconsciousness. Upon seeing the milky opaqueness above her, she stiffened; a flashback of her own shadow on the adjacent wall, cast by wickedly dancing, roaring tongues of fire; the air had been a coarse and impenetrable gray that stung deep within her lungs.
Her first instinct was to get up and allow history to repeat itself; but a small detail kept her where she was, lying on her back with her wide violet eyes fixated on some point in the blankness above her. It was not smoke. It had the scent and taste of musty earth and morning. She found that she was enveloped in a thick fog, and rose to her feet in silence, the mess of sheets falling away to reveal that she was already fully clothed, even down to her boots. (She always slept that way in the winter.)
She found herself opening the door to her room. Stepping into the kitchen area, wondering if the fog had seeped in from an open window or something of the sort. It was peculiar. She found herself wading through it, feeling out of place, moving toward the main door. Something just wasn’t right. A minute ago she had been gazing at the charcoal etchings on her ceiling; and now this. It was too unnatural.
She found herself outside the building, wringing her hands with half-closed eyes. Where a landscape of city lights should have been, there was only the same heavy mist. It seemed to suck at her clothes; pulling the frail warmth from her body and making her feel damp; heavy; a part of it, almost.
Still, it wasn’t possible. Moments ago… she hadn’t even had the chance to fall asleep yet. And now this.
For a long while she stood, gazing in no particular direction, the foggy void beginning to edge into her features. Her eyes were black and abysmal and stern. Her skin was sallow and lacking colour and her lips hung slightly ajar, black and cadaverous. Her hair, slightly a mess, seemed to be made of fine silver threads, but bloodstained where it hung over her right eye, where normally it was fuchsia.
She crossed her arms and breathed deeply, imagining how it must feel to be dead. Cold and damp, for sure, but it was hard to comprehend much beyond that; there was no feeling after death, no consciousness. No way of knowing.
A sigh.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Oct 18, 2010 22:59:08 GMT -8
Oppressive.. proper word for it. Those eyes slipped open and the first thing that came free from his lips was a yawn, a nice loud one, followed by his form being stretched out. Body lurched and he brought himself up to the edge of his bed, shaking just a bit before his head followed clearing it of sleep.
He was not headed for that door yet.. no.. the fog was oppressive surely, but that suit was first, slipped on with the same speed it was every morning, far too use to it at this point. Socks. Shoes. Finally, something he had not gotten out in a long while.. it felt... right. That mask was latched down over his face, and locked into place, practically sealing itself into its rightful spot on his body.
The breath that came out was deeper then it had been. He followed that fog now, eyes looking from behind their own protective barrier as he sought out the source, but got nothing more then a far worse aura about him, increasing even as he left through the door to that apartment, glaring out from within. "Mm.." |
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Post by Farren on Oct 19, 2010 8:43:18 GMT -8
Ugghhh...I always hated that first eye opening of the morning. Or the afternoon. Really any time I had to go from sleeping to waking was rough. Life, especially for me, was never exactly sunshine and lollipops. I sat up slowly, feeling my back crack multiple times, and was about to swing my feet out onto the floor when I felt a shiver down my neck. That was strange. I rubbed my blurry eyes and suddenly everything came into focus - the room, the fog, the feeling of weighted oppression bearing down on my head. Even stranger was the feeling that...I'd been here before. Like this was an old home I'd finally returned to after too many years.
But more than anything I felt the desire to get outside. The pull wasn't my own though, something else was either pushing me or pulling me to move out of the room. I stood up in the fog, perplexed that I couldn't feel the fog itself on my legs. Still a bit groggy, I walked over to my closet and slipped on the first clothes I could find, a beat up pair of jeans and a white V-neck shirt. I pulled on my leather boots and walked out of the room, not even bothering to lace them tight.
I didn't remember going down the hall, or out of any other doorways. One moment I was in the room, the next I was outside. Did I black out walking? The fog and the heavy feeling was out here too, and everything seemed hazy and dark. The sludge feeling of sleep still hadn't quite lifted. Yeah, sleep, that sounded reeeeaaallll good right now.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Oct 19, 2010 9:24:35 GMT -8
"!" Kazuya eye's snapped open, as he quickly sat up in bed, he thought he heard the sound of Kyoko's voice calling him, as if from very far away. Cradling his head with one hand, he looked around his room, still half-asleep... but there was no one there. And then he saw it. The fog, shrouding anything and everything inside his room. "...?" Shaking the sleep out of his eyes, Kazuya sat on the edge of his bed, as he covered his face with both his hands, before looking around once more. No, it wasn't a trick of his eyes. The fog was actually there. But it wasn't just the fog that was strange. He felt some unseen and unknown force, beckoning him to go outside, as his gaze shifted towards his bedroom door.
But he wouldn't go out just yet. If he had learned anything from the past years of war and fighting, was to always be prepared. Pulling on his black jacket with fur on the collar, he tied the black bandanna around his neck, before pulling it up and over his mouth. He then picked up his eye piece from his bedside table and placed it on, covering his left eye, and pushed a button on the side, powering it up. He then tightened the bandages wrapped around his arms, making sure they were comfortable, but at the same time, allowing for minimum hindrance to his movement. He then grabbed his blade that was leaning up against his desk, and headed out of his room... outside... to where the fog was... |
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Oct 19, 2010 12:02:54 GMT -8
The Czech's mind grew weary with fatigue as sleep came upon him for the second time this night. Hopefully he would have a dreamless sleep. Unfortunately, things rarely went as Veyugan expected. So when his eyes faltered and eyelids came crashing down, his brow arched as he felt a hook latch within him, pulling him forcibly into sleep. It was a hard sleep, black and dreamless ... ... or so he thought. Lazily, his eyelids rose - allowing the Czech to take in the morning ... fog? Nostrils flared as a hand shot out to grasp a pillow. Swiftly removing it from its case, Veyugan pulled the pillowcase to his mouth and nose, protecting them from directly inhaling the fog. However, seeing as he had recently been asleep ... there was no telling how much of the fog he had already inhaled. There was also no telling just what the fog was - or worse, represented. Thicker and thicker. White eyes scanned the room intently. It was as it usually was, nothing out of the ordinary. As his eyes reached the door to the balcony, a burst of light from the morning sun radiated in upon the Czech. Then, something out of the ordinary happened. The fog around him pressurized, and came down upon him. It infiltrated his body through every orifice that presented itself. All at once, the fog broke his eardrum - swirling in his brain. It broke through his esophagus - swirling through his stomach. It penetrated his trachea - swirling through and filling his lungs. Clutching his chest, Veyugan bolted awake. White eyes were fixated upon the door. Warm yellow rays flowed through the blinds and cracks of the door - tenfold of what was usual. The fog, still omnipresent, didn't react now to the light as it had before in the dream. The dream ... Was he still dreaming? Veyugan didn't particularly like Inception, so his body moved mechanically toward the door. "No."The Czech was inches from the door - about to collapse into the majestic morning air and fill his lungs with the rich California air. He wanted it. He needed it. He craved it. "No."Within the confines of his mind, Veyugan was resisting an unknown force, trying to stay away. Within seconds; however, he knew it was a futile battle. Forfeiting, Veyugan simply allowed himself to rest his hand lightly but readily upon the hilt of his kris - just in case. Excitedly, and cautiously, a hand wrapped around the balcony's doorknob. The door flung open and the Czech stepping into the faded morning glory. White eyes narrowed. The fog was still present. Thicker and larger in size - it hovered about the city. What the fuck was it? The hair on the back of Veyugan's neck stood erect, eyes widened slightly, and his heart began to race with anticipation, wonder, fear, and exhilaration. Something, aside from the fog was hovering about him. Something was watching him. Something was waiting for him. Something was behind him. The all too familiar smirk plastered itself upon this lips. His thumb rose the kris an inch free from its sheath - ready to be drawn at a moments notice. He could
feel its
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Jayr Byrne
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Post by Jayr Byrne on Oct 20, 2010 16:23:28 GMT -8
The Urge to Sleep  The tug of whispers at her momentary sleep would send convulsions down Jayr's spine. The waking tremor of cold lingering as the covers were kicked aside in a moment of night shifts finding a new position in the bed to linger up against for position, for comfort, for warmth yet all the same still cold, still comfortless, still in an unflattering position with head down buried in the pillow.
A stiffing fog rushing her to wake as Jayr rolled herself over and kicked off out of bed in her pajamas. The flats of her feet brushing against cold tablets searching for the fuzzy bunny slippers as she snaked her way into them and rose to stand. The fog she thought was of course the morning air figuring it for the seas natural mornings. Worry wasn't established as she walked out the door in a bit more suitable attire. A low cut blouse and jeans, torn at the knees, and of course her usual black heels.
The silent voice tugging her to search outside with inquisitive desire and curiosity for what was amiss. |
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Post by Jay Hughes on Oct 21, 2010 2:47:56 GMT -8
Jay awoke to the soft voice of his elder sister. It sounded off, it was her voice but not her words. His mind reeled as his eyes opened to see her figure exit his room. The fog shrouding any visible features plus his own bleary eyed vision not helping. His body broke out in a cold sweat as those words echoed in his head. She was ok, wasn't she. He grabbed his glasses slowly adjusting to the darkness.
"Renee~ Oi~ you alright..."
He sat at the edge of his bed, the world around still covered by an overpowering fog, was it a fire? His knees began to shake, this was not right. Something was off. He launched himself up, practically running into his jeans and exiting the door as he did the fly and button up. He slid towards his sisters room, opening the door with a loud bang. No retort, no anger just silence. She was not there, that could not of been a good bye right.
"Renee!..."
He turned and raced towards the door, bare foot, half naked he got into the corridor. The elevators were in use. It was the early in the morning and they were in use! What the hell. The fog was still rolling around, that mist it was not right but Jay was too worried to think on how strange it was to have fog in the 9th floor of a building. His sister needed him. He practically leaped down 9 flights of stairs to get to the ground floor. He rushed through the doors only to be confronted by a thick wall of gray fog. It was overpowering, it was choking. He could not see, he could not hear. Was his sister even there! He took a deep breath and screamed.
"RENEE!!!~"
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Post by "Adam" on Oct 21, 2010 20:31:17 GMT -8
[/color] Or did he? He couldn't tell. He was in the same place he was when he fell asleep, but something... Felt.... Surreal... His mind seemed fogged, and besides that his surroundings had a mist about itself as well. Or did it? He rubbed his eyes, and put on his clothes. He went outside, and--- He woke up [/color] Or did he? He couldn't tell. He was in the same place he was when he fell asleep, but something... Felt.... Surreal... His mind seemed fogged, and besides that his surroundings had a mist about itself as well. Or did it? He rubbed his eyes, and got out of bed. The fog was still there? Was he awake? Should he get up? He didn't want to, he felt something, and it didn't feel right. At the same time, however, he felt that he needed to get out, that he needed to... Go... Somewhere. He put on his clothes, and mindlessly began to walk outside, in a dazed state. The fog was messing up his mind. He couldn't think clearly, yet at the same time, his mind was more clear than it had ever been. What was going on? He had to go. She was waiting for him. His sister, yes. His sister was waiting for him. Was his sister waiting for him? He felt the urge to go. His sister was waiting for him. His sister was waiting for him? Something was amiss. Something was amiss? This fog... This fog? Where did this fog come from? He couldn't see anything? He couldn't see... Anything... He felt like he was consciously sleepwalking. As more thoughts filled his head, he continued on. Where was he going. Where was he going? [/spoiler] |
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