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Post by DESTINY on Jun 25, 2013 20:05:56 GMT -8
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This Event is set on the night of May 12th. A Dream Eater has entered Bailey Whelan's dreams. It is in search to feed it's hunger and find a path into the real world.
The members of this event are Bailey Whelan, Mikhail Usenko and the Dream Eater. The order is... Bailey Whelan Dream Eater Mikhail Usenko Hayden Green
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Post by BAILEY WHELAN on Jun 25, 2013 21:09:52 GMT -8
tagged: fate, mikhail, hayden. time: may 12, 2012 - 1:30AM. speech: bailey. notes: pm if there are problems. It was one of those nights where Bailey simply hadn't wanted to do anything aside from sitting on the couch and watching reruns of old cartoons while eating his way through a bag of caramel popcorn. (Fighting Foodons was awesome and no one could tell him otherwise.) He had probably sat through what was a five or six hour marathon (during which he had emptied the bag of popcorn within the first two hours) before he looked up at the clock and... oh. Well, then. It was actually getting kind of late. Maybe he'd finish watching it tomorrow -- yeah, he would. Needless to say, he was conked out half an hour later, barely minutes after he crawled into bed.
And then he found himself in Seoul at night for some reason. Huh... back in South Korea, huh? Actually... it felt as if he had been in Seoul for a few days by now because that was where he had ended up going for winter break. Ah, yes, that was why he was here. There was a parade going on right now -- some sort of Christmas parade. That made sense, it was Christmas Eve, so why not? Maybe this was something new? He didn't remember any such thing back from when he lived there. But then again, that might have been because he had never actually been in Seoul during Christmas. No, during his entire time in South Korea, he had spent the holidays in Busan at home. There was a first for all things, he supposed, so why not?
Bailey breathed onto his mitten-covered hands and adjusted his earmuffs. Ah, right, it snowed in Seoul, how could he forget? Maybe he had been spoiled by the weather in California. Well, at least he had on an adequately warm coat on right now -- through he suspected that it was because, for whatever reason there was, he also had on an extremely hideous Chirstmas sweater on underneath the coat. Not that it mattered that much, because the coat was all buttoned up -- the point was that he knew he had one on underneath somehow. Okay, then, sure. Why not just... enjoy the parade? Yeah, that sounded like a plan. Bailey was on vacation, after all.
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Post by F A T E on Jun 25, 2013 23:04:37 GMT -8
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She had been growing powerful. More powerful than she had ever been. But her true purpose never left her mind - she needed to get to the outside world. Dreams were fun, perhaps, but dreams got boring after a little while too. And she was awfully bored, too. She wanted to get out. Get out. And she was hungry too. So so hungry. She needed to go into someone's dreams now. And maybe, just maybe, she could get powerful enough from this one dream (or should she say nightmare?) to break out from the dream world and into reality? She hopped into a dream, a random dream. After all, the dream eater was hungry, and what else could it do but eat dreams?
At first she felt cold. The dream's atmosphere was... surprising, to say the least. But she reminded herself - this was a dream. She needn't feel cold if she didn't want to. But at the same time, she realized something. She had accidentally pulled someone out of their own slumber into this dreamland. Very well, that would work too. Whoever that pale person was, she sure hoped that he was prepared for the cold.
But that person was trivial to all matters right now. She had to find the dreamer, to make this lovely Christmas dream become a disaster - a nightmare. Perhaps she should not have jumped into this so quickly. But no turning back now. She looked around, looking for this person. The person who would sate her hunger. The person who would give her the power to leave this dream forever and live in the real world. But as she did so, another idea came upon her head. Why not devour another dreamer in the process? One came with her on accident, the next would be on purpose. A nearby dream floated across her vision, and she snatched the occupant, dragging him into this dream. She sure wished he was prepared for the cold as well.
Then her eyes fixated on him, this dreamer, and she let out a small giggle.
"Now... what are you afraid of?"
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jun 26, 2013 13:03:28 GMT -8
tagged: bailey and dream eater. time: may 12th, 1:30 am. notes: you're dreaming mikhail. Mikhail was not the sort of person who was out late. He liked order and schedules, and growing up in a place where one couldn't count on the sun rising and setting at regular intervals, he did so in complete disregard of whether or not the sun was up. He'd finished his work and returned home, feeding the brat of a cat, and then he'd curled up on the couch with a book and started to read. He'd been forced to pat Princeps for quite a while, trying to keep the cat from getting into trouble, and it was only once he'd locked the cat in the guestroom (undisturbed and entirely Princep's domain) that he'd finally settled in for sleep.
It was only a little after nine at that point, but he wouldn't fall asleep for another two hours. Instead he read, curled up in bed with a light on, until he decided he was tired enough and tucked away his book to sleep.
His dreams were always cold, and Mikhail was always prepared for them. While his dreams were rarely remembered in the morning, it made sense that almost all of them took place in dazzling icescapes, surrounded by snow and ice. He'd lived his whole life in those environments, and while he lived in LA at the moment, his dreams hadn't quite caught up to that.
It was not so strange to find himself out on the tundra, or even the ice itself, but it was strange to find himself in a city. He knew nothing of big cities beyond what he'd only recently learned, and while this city was similar, it was not quite the same as LA. He wandered through a half-formed dream city, blissfully unaware of the fact that the details were all fuzzy. It wasn't even cold enough for him--he was used to much worse, and he was buried under several layers.
Maybe he'd sweat to death before anything happened.
Even when he saw someone with strange hair--purple, of all things--he didn't call out. He simply continued to wander. He rarely spoke in dreams, preferring the true silence of it.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Jun 27, 2013 1:10:27 GMT -8
tagged: duvet. time: May 12th 2012, 1:30. speech: hayden. notes: I FACE OUT I HOLD OUT I REACH OUT TO THE TRUTH!!! On the other hand, Hayden unlike Mikhail or Bailey had never lived anywhere cold in his life-- heck, he wasn't even all that sure that he had even seen snow in his life, except for maybe a family holiday back when he had been three or four. No, wait, there had been that one time he had gone skiing, but that was that-- it had been at a nice snow lodge on a mountain too, so he wasn't sure whether it counted. No, Hayden had never seen the kind of snow that enveloped cities and covered them in a blanket of feathery white, or even the kind that turned into slush upon hitting the floor and turned into a layer of muddy muck. So to say that he hadn't been prepared to be tugged into a dream full of the white powdery stuff would have been quite the understatement-- to say that he would normally have been confused as all hell was closer to the truth.
But this was a dream, and the logic and nuances of the real world naturally failed to apply. Which was why Hayden awoke in the snowy city with little to no reaction to the fact that it was practically freezing. He was adequately equipped, after all: too equipped, in fact, dressed in a massive down jacket and snow shoes, an outfit that that made him look like that picture of the Ikea monkey that had been circulating all over the Internet. Though it was comfortable, and that was all he needed. Hayden wasn't so much fashion-conscious as he was well-dressed, and at that point he cared more about being all wrapped up than about being decked in the latest trends.
So the brunette continued trudging in the snow alone, bright greens glancing around the city with mild interest, noting the unfamiliar signs and the language that he couldn't understand. Korean, probably? His encounter with the red-haired Frenchman should have taught him that. Speaking of him, Hayden couldn't help but wonder how he was doing. Pulling the brown scarf he was wearing closer to him, the brunette continued on his path. A lot of the awe that would have been present if he had been awake was dissipated by the fact that he was in the midst of a dream, albeit someone else's, though he hadn't realised that. And call it dream instinct, or call it whatever you wanted, but Hayden had a feeling that he was going to meet someone else who belonged here, an instinct that he couldn't quite seem to shake. The swimmer pursed his lips as he surveyed the city once again, gaze landing on that of a familiar face's.
(Meet the dreamer.)
"Bailey?"
What were the odds? Hayden couldn't help but smile a large, beaming smile, that quickly widened into a grin as he rushed up towards his coworker, waving. Though he had only met the other a couple of times, Bailey seemed like the nice sort, and Hayden quite liked him and wanted to trust him (even though he knew he shouldn't). "You're here!" There was no question as to what the other was doing here, or why they were in the same place at the same time-- instinct told him that in some strange, odd, way, Bailey truly belonged to this place.
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Post by BAILEY WHELAN on Jun 27, 2013 2:10:54 GMT -8
tagged: fate, mikhail, hayden. time: may 12, 2012 - 1:30AM. speech: bailey. notes: pm if there are problems. There was that one song about decking the halls with rows of holly or however the lyrics went right now -- or rather, just the melody of the song, really, to accompany the parade. There was a float coming down the street right now, the trees shaped like teddy bears that were draped in Christmas lights and fake snow and giant tree ornaments arranged to look like things such as scarves and Santa Claus jackets. It was... pretty cute, actually. Somehow, someone had managed to rig the thing so that the bears spin around and revolved, as if they were dancing or something. He looked up, trying to get a better look as the float passed directly in front of the section of the crowd he was in, wrinkling his nose a bit when a bit of snow fell on it.
Just as he brushed the snow off of his nose with one of his mitten-covered hands, Bailey heard someone call out to him by his name. Huh, he recognized that voice, actually. Yes, he knew who that voice belonged to. A brunette-haired, green-eyed boy who was also his coworker at the candy shop that they had both recently been hired to work at part-time. He turned his head in the direction of the voice, and sure enough, there he was -- who would have thought that out of all the places in the world, he would meet up with Hayden Green in Seoul. Actually, he hadn't expected Hayden to be here at all, come to think of it. Regardless, Bailey gave the boy a small smile and called back, "Hayden! I didn't think that you'd be here too." Actually, what was Hayden doing here? Probably on vacation just like him, really.
He turned to head over to where Hayden was, weaving his way through the crowd. Bailey had brushed by someone as he half-ran, half-jogged his way over to his friend -- there was the unmistakable slide of his own jacket's sleeve against someone else's -- and he glanced over at whoever it was and said hurriedly (though sincerely) in passing, "Ah, sorry about that." He hadn't gotten a very good look, but it had registered in Bailey's head that the stranger had been dressed in a ridiculous amount of clothing even for a Korean winter -- didn't people usually only wear that much when they were at the North Pole or something? Oh, well, no matter -- at least, Bailey did not feel like it mattered, seeing as how he had already apologized.
"I haven't heard from you since school let out for the holidays," Bailey said to Hayden as he slowed to a stop in front of him. It was funny, actually -- he couldn't remember exactly what it was that he and Hayden had last spoken about, only that it had been... shortly before the start of the winter holidays? Yes, that sounded about right. "How have you been? Man, I would have told you I'd be here if I had known you'd be here too --" Bailey suddenly paused mid-sentence, an odd thought having struck him at that exact moment. What... was he afraid of? That was... a really strange thought to have. Bailey then glanced up and to the right, and spotted in the distance the top floors of a prison complex. Somehow, he knew it had always been there as bizarre as that might have sounded during any other given occasion.
Prison complexes. Bailey pressed his lips into a tight line at a rather unpleasant memory. There had been that one time earlier that year, that one time where Callum had, after joking to him about it, told him that he actually had been arrested. Wrongfully so, and he had seemed to have taken it both in stride and as a joke. Needless to say, Bailey hadn't been very pleased with the way that his best friend had handled that situation. What if the cop hadn't realized that it had been a erroneous arrest? What if Callum had ended up behind bars in the slammer for who knew how long for whatever it was that whoever he was mistaken for had done? Could Callum even survive in prison? And assuming that he could and did, would he come out whole, and in one piece? Would he? Would he? "... Ah." Bailey shook his head, trying to drive the thought away as he shivered. No, don't think about that.
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Post by F A T E on Jul 1, 2013 14:52:26 GMT -8
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Got you.
They knew each other. That was good enough for the dream eater. The sudden fear emanating from the dreamer made her just a little happy. It was delicious. But it wasn't enough. It energized her, but nothing more. It was nothing more than a taste of what was to come. A teaser. A flicker of the fear as he gazed up towards - what exactly was that? No matter, she would find out soon enough. The atmosphere changed.
No longer were they in a winter wonderland, so to speak. No parade, no snow, they were just inside now. So it was a prison, wasn't it? With bars. She really didn't fancy herself to be inside a prison, but it could be worse. She could be inside an actual cell.
Fortunately she was luckier than the three that came with her. They were just placed oh so conveniently that they ended up in a cell. But she needed more fear. Had it not set in? Was there something else? Did she really need to exert effort into this and make an effort to find more fears? Honestly, the dream eater hoped it didn't come to that. It was much more effort than this was worth.
But then again, she couldn't really abandon her prey should that be the case. Too many loose ends. Plus, she wasn't sure if she had the patience to hop into another dream while already manipulating this one.
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jul 1, 2013 18:21:40 GMT -8
tagged: bailey and dream eater. time: may 12th, 1:30 am. notes: you're dreaming mikhail. There was a parade. It was a strange thing, to say the least, because Mikhail had never been to a parade. He had heard of them, and had once seen a picture, but parades were not something the society did, and they certainly weren't something the society did in Antarctica, of all places.
So it was a bit strange to find himself facing one. It was bizarre and surreal, and he stared up at it in awe and confusion. He didn't feel any need to hide himself away as he normally did. Such a thing was a habit that was only recent, and in dreams, whether he knew it was one or not, his old habits came out more strongly. In dreams there were no reminders of who he was--there was only who he used to be.
So he bristled when someone ran into him, hackles raised. He eyed the man--boy, really--and watched him as he went. He was vaguely aware that he was 'overdressed', but at the same time, the reality of the dream didn't kick in--he didn't feel overly hot. He just felt normal.
As it was, he turned back to the parade, and he probably would have been content to stay there for the rest of the dream if the dream itself hadn't changed.
If it had been his own dream, he likely wouldn't have had any idea. Dreams changed seamlessly with the dreamer unaware of the shift at all. It was not his dream though, and while the change wasn't quite as jarring as it should have been, it was still strange, and he glanced around, noting the other two in the cell.
"Weren't we just at a parade?"
Prisons held no particular fear for him. If anything, he feared them less then the average person. No member of the society was going to sit in a mundane jail for any length of time. If anything, they'd be locked down in Society isolation, which was much different.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Jul 5, 2013 3:48:12 GMT -8
tagged: duvet. time: May 12th 2012, 1:30. speech: hayden. notes: I FACE OUT I HOLD OUT I REACH OUT TO THE TRUTH!!! It was pretty cool, seeing Bailey in the middle of Korea-- Hayden hadn't expected to run into any friends while visiting, though if he had been in the real world he would have questioned why he was in Korea all alone in the first place. But dream logic dictated that this was good, that they'd been friends for a while, and that winter had dawned upon them and they were using this chance to travel. "I've been good! I've really been enjoying college. It's been kind of hard to balance along with work, but I'm glad that I survived the first bit. So do you know where to go or what to do around..." Hayden suddenly paused, his jaw dropping a little as his surroundings started to swirl, "... Around... Here..."
The boy gulped as their surroundings slowly, steadily started to morph, and he found himself in the middle of the prison complex that they had been facing earlier. Hayden bit his lip, whirling around to meet Bailey's eyes. Well, he must have been with them all along, the boy figured as he gulped, raising his hands to his face. How had they managed to get in here? He was about to say something more when a third voice spoke up, and his immediate reaction was to turn around and face him oh my god was that a ghost?
"A- ah!" Hayden exclaimed, stumbling backwards at the guy spoke. Was this their prison warden? What crime had he even committed? But the man continued speaking, asking whether they had just been at a parade. Hayden nodded, bobbing his head up and down. Come to think of it, the man was right. They had been at a parade not too long ago. So how in the world had they managed to get here?
"D- did we get arrested?" the boy gulped. "I don't remember doing anything wrong. I'm innocent, I really am!"
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Post by BAILEY WHELAN on Jul 9, 2013 22:49:32 GMT -8
tagged: fate, mikhail, hayden. time: may 12, 2012 - 1:30AM. speech: bailey. notes: pm if there are problems. It was good to hear that Hayden was doing well, really. To be perfectly honest, Bailey couldn't remember when was the last time he had heard about how the other boy's life was going. The most recent time aside from this one that he could remember was when he had spoken to Hayden at work, but... that had been back in May for some reason. Yes, May, and it was December now. How odd it was that he didn't remember anything that Hayden had told him in the seven months in between, but somehow, he remembered that he had talked to Hayden during that time -- he had to of have. He just could not really remember when, where, or why...
But he could answer why he was here at the Christmas parade, and he had opened his mouth to answer when he realized that they... weren't at the parade anymore. No, instead, they were in a prison of sorts. Wait, what? Whatever Bailey had been about to say died before it could even be spoken, and he sat there looking petrified for a moment. Prison? What was he doing in prison? Was this the same prison as earlier, the one that had not been far off from the parade? That was the last thing he could remember before suddenly realizing that he and Hayden were in prison. No, wait, make that him, Hayden, and one other guy whom Hayden had just shouted in reaction to... who happened to be the guy he had bumped into earlier by accident. Well shit. The stranger was right though -- hadn't they just been at parade? Bailey bit at his lip. Yes, they had, and yet somehow, this felt... normal...?
"I... think we were?" Bailey finally said in reply to the man whose name he did not know, looking around the cell. How did he get here? What was his reason for being here again? "I don't think we were arrested, Hayden." But even as he spoke, he looked rather unnerved -- and that was indeed how he felt. Because he couldn't remember how or why or even when they ended up in the prison cell. He stood up and walked over to door of the cell, rattling it a bit. Was it locked, or was it one of those freak accidents where the cell door was actually unlocked? Actually... who else was here? Shit, none of his friends from home had better be here. Callum, Juliette, and the whole lot of them. They had all better be safely at home right now. Right now, he needed to get himself, Hayden, and this other guy out. "... To be honest, I don't know how we got here." Indeed, he'd no idea where to even begin...
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Post by F A T E on Jul 13, 2013 21:40:28 GMT -8
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What else could he be afraid of? Honestly, the dream eater was surprised at how pathetic this fear was. Where were the scary clowns, the snakes, the giant bugs and spiders? Well, different scares for different people, she supposed. And she had been so looking forward to revealing herself to them and then turn into something of nightmares.
Well, so much for that. But the prison cells seem rather... well, boring. Quiet. Lonely. Wouldn't it be more fun if there were more people in here? People that the young purple-haired man knew? Yes, that would be fun and more interesting too! But her power could only go so far - there were only so many things she could do. She could maybe bring in... three? Four people at most? Though that would do just fine.
She could work with that. The first people that popped up in his mind, she could grab them and insert them into their respective cells. It wasn't so much that they suddenly appeared - it was more like they 'came out of the shadows'. What were their names? Callum... Juliette... something like that. She wasn't paying attention, but the dreamer was obviously afraid of something, and she thought she could liven up the party perhaps just a bit more.
She needed more fear before the big reveal came, and it was coming much slower than anticipated.
sorry
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jul 14, 2013 17:17:41 GMT -8
tagged: bailey and dream eater. time: may 12th, 1:30 am. notes: you're dreaming mikhail. Mikhail really wasn't used to people panicking at his appearance. He'd always been pale, certainly, but every in Antarctica was pale. It came with the territory. When you had no sun at all for four months, everyone came out looking particularly pale. Even when there was sun you were so buried under goggles and clothes that only bits of your face got any sun at all, and even that was best avoided. Any uncovered skin was bound to burn, and the sun burnt human skin much faster close to the poles.
He paid no mind to the people in the cells around him. To him, they were no one--people without reason or focus. They drew none of his attention, even if the ones in the cell with him did. They were more defined, and while he hadn't quite realized what was happening, he knew that something was wrong.
Perhaps the strangest thing of all in the dream was that he wasn't the focus. It seemed like the other two knew each other, and that didn't make sense at all to Mikhail's sleeping mind. In dreams, you were so often the focus of things, and Mikhail's mind couldn't quite bridge the gaps as he tried to work out what was going on.
He didn't even respond to the two, instead reaching up to hold his own chin, knuckles pressed to his lips as he thought. "I shouldn't be in prison..." He muttered softly to himself, trying to puzzle it out.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Jul 15, 2013 16:55:02 GMT -8
tagged: reit, sylph. time: May 12th 2012, 1:30. speech: hayden. notes: I FACE OUT I HOLD OUT I REACH OUT TO THE TRUTH!!! "A- ah, I'm-- I'm sorry."
Hayden felt his face flush for a moment as he took in what he had just done. The poor man, that had been so horribly rude of him to even think that the other was a ghost. But still, it had been a complete surprise, and the man did look kind of scary. It probably hadn't been very nice for him though. Hayden shifted uncomfortably from side to side, eyes darting around the prison cell as he continued to allow his new surroundings to sink in. They had to have somehow found their way in there. But how?
"If we weren't arrested... How did we find our way in here?" Hayden frowned, doing his best to remember just what could have happened. It wasn't as though he'd been flung into the prison or anything by accident. He couldn't even remember having been a visitor. Walking up towards the cell door, he rattled it a little, hoping that it would somehow unlock. If they hadn't been arrested, surely they wouldn't be trapped, right-- aha! "Yes!" Hayden exclaimed as the door swung open quite easily, a momentary look of glee appearing on his chiseled features as he motioned for Bailey and the other man to follow. The boy took a tentative step out of the cell, eyes falling onto the cell next to him before he realised--
"Julie?"
All the colour drained out of Hayden's face when he realised just who was in the cell across from them. Julie, the girl who had told him that he had to go into a fountain and pick out all the coins, and a boy, blonde like her, with the same look of defiance in his eyes as the exchanged gazes, a boy who could probably have been her brother. "Julie? What are you doing here?" Hayden immediately ran up and shook the bars, but the lock on her cell meant that he wasn't going to be able to rescue her any time soon. "Bailey! We have to help her! I know her, she's called Julie, she's my friend!"
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Post by BAILEY WHELAN on Jul 24, 2013 14:59:19 GMT -8
tagged: fate, mikhail, hayden. time: may 12, 2012 - 1:30AM. speech: bailey. notes: apologies for the wait. It was actually extremely confused at the situation, because he couldn't even begin to piece together how he had ended up in a jail cell in the first place, much less what Hayden and this ghostly stranger had done to end up in the same cell as him. Had they collaborated to do something, like sabotage a float or something during the Christmas parade? Except that couldn't be the case, because there was not a snowball's chance in hell that he could have forgotten something that extreme. Bailey certainly did not have any memory of doing such a thing, much less something that could have landed him in jail. Well, okay, there were some things, but none of them involved Hayden and this other guy. Just... what the hell, okay?
The man who was as pale as the moon was muttering to himself, and Bailey couldn't quite hear what he was saying. The only word he caught was "prison" and yeah, no shit, they were in prison for one reason or another that was somehow managing to evade him. Or they could be in prison for no reason at all. That was a possibility too, considering that he couldn't remember what his arrest warrant had been for in the first place. The fact that he couldn't remember what he was arrested for was really starting to irk him. But it would seem that Hayden was at least partially on the same boat as him, if what the other boy was saying indicated anything. "I don't know," Bailey answered Hayden honestly. "I don't remember getting arrested, much less what we were arrested for if we were arrested." Ugh, this didn't make any sort of sense whatsoever, and the fact that the door wasn't locked only added to that.
"... And now the warden didn't lock the door, this is just getting weirder and weirder by the minute," Bailey mumbled to himself, but stood up to follow Hayden out nonetheless. He glanced back at the man whose name he did not know. How the hell had he ended up here? He was... vaguely familiar. Very, very vaguely familiar -- so vague, that Bailey wasn't even sure if he trusted that notion at all. Still, to accidentally land a stranger in jail with them too, geeze. That, at the very least, warranted an apology, and so Bailey said, "Whatever we did to end you up in this situation with us, I apologize -- whatever it was, we didn't mean to involve you. I know an apology doesn't mean much given the circumstances, but --" He was cut off by Hayden suddenly calling for him, something about helping someone named Julie -- shit. Shit. Bailey felt his stomach sinking. Oh, no, please don't be Juliette...
It was. The moment he had glanced inside the cell next to theirs, Bailey felt his mouth run dry. The Julie that Hayden knew was also the Juliette that he knew. And to top it off, Callum was there too. Fuck. Bailey grabbed onto the bars of the cell hard enough that his hands shook, looking very much alarmed even as he tried to keep at least his tone of voice calm and composed. "What -- why -- okay, guys, what happened?" No, no, keep calm, if Callum and Juliette were here, then he could probably get some answers, right? Did that mean the other two were here as well? Did it? No, don't think about that right now, no, no, no. "If you two are here and I'm here too, what did we do to end up here?" Dammit, was it something that Callum did? Was it? Bailey's found himself thinking yet again for a moment back to the other day who knew when ago, when Callum had told him while laughing that he had been wrongly arrested. That was no laughing matter, if this was any indication.
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Post by F A T E on Aug 10, 2013 19:22:21 GMT -8
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The dream eater didn't really know anything - and she certainly was surprised that something so stupid like being in prison was this scary. Then again she wasn't scared of much of anything these days (seeing that they provided her with sustenance, in the way that she fed off fear), so she had no right to judge here. Humans were odd in this way.
Of course, now that there were illusions of some people, and hopefully the dreamer didn't notice that whatever he thought up would be what they said. Even if she had taken possession of the dream, there were still some elements that she left towards the dreamer - otherwise it simply would not be fun! Besides, she had no idea who this Julie or this Callum person was, and how they would react to the two of them.
Although the dream eater was certainly not the most patient of people, and of course staying in one place for too long with just talking would be boring to her. Much too boring. So she tried probing the dreamer's mind again, trying to figure out an advantage and try to make the terrorizing a little more fun. Something... something about being... buried? And... candy? That made no sense, but she supposed she could make something work with these guidelines (more like vague hints that didn't give her much to work with, what the hell was she supposed to do with that?! It made absolutely no sense to her).
Humans were really, really weird. But the fear they gave off was delicious, so she wasn't complaining.
I remember rogue asking this but I'm not sure if I dreamt it up myself, but I guess Rogue could technically control callum because... callum is rogue's... iunno just throwing that out there.
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Aug 13, 2013 11:22:43 GMT -8
tagged: bailey and dream eater. time: may 12th, 1:30 am. notes: you're dreaming mikhail. Mikhail wasn't really thinking about things, but he soon found himself chewing on his knuckle, trying to think things out. He was a thinker, a plotter, and the electrical bursts in his brain weren't coming together like they should. Why was he in prison? Who were the boys? Were they important, people he'd seen before? Why was he with them, and who else was with them? He'd probably have spent hours standing there thinking about things, trying to put all the puzzle pieces together, if one of them hadn't spoken to him.
People rarely spoke to him, whether it was in a dream or in reality. He was a ghost, a shadow on the wall, and people had better things to do then to try and goad him into conversation. That was one of the reasons that Madaki had been so strange to him. Even within the society, people kept things short and sweet to him, and instead Madaki had talked his ear off. The number of conversations he'd had with people outside the society could be counted on one hand, and all of a sudden this kid--well, probably this man would be better, since he looked more like a college student then a child--was talking to him, apologizing for getting him thrown in jail.
His brow furrowed, and he actually bit hit knuckle so hard he tasted blood. Jail. How was he in jail? It was an impossibility. He'd never be in jail for more then a few minutes before the society would have him out. He knew too much, and even as someone who was no longer combat capable, any society member was too valuable to let sit in jail.
It was then that the first doubt began to slip into Mikhail's mind, and after a moment of standing there, still not responding to the guy who'd spoken to him (who had now run off outside the cell to look at someone he knew apparently) he finally realized what was going on. It was a dream. He was dreaming, and that was why he was in a place he'd never been without knowing how he'd gotten there. It explained a whole lot of things that hadn't made any sense, like why he was there without a weapon, or why a random person was speaking to him.
It left more questions then it answered. Normally realizing it was a dream was all that it took to wake him, and instead he was left standing there with the newfound awareness. Things made more sense, and yet less. Sure, it made sense why everything seemed vaguely defined, as if the whole area was loosely sketched rather then a real area. It didn't make sense why he was there though. Dreams worked in predictable patterns. They made sense once you realized it was a dream. He wasn't being imprisoned, wasn't trapped. He held no fear of prison, and no other connection to it. Why would he dream of prison? Why dream of people he'd never met? Why make up a whole bunch of clearly defined people he'd never before encountered in his life rather then pulling out people he actually knew?
They had to stand for something, had to represent something, and after a bit more thought he dropped his hand with it's lightly bleeding knuckle and headed towards the two who were now attempting to fee a woman in one of the cells.
It was obvious enough neither of them knew how they got there, but there were still other questions they might answer--and he fully did expect them to answer, because that was how you made things happen in dreams.
"How do you two know each other?" Which was probably a fairly bizarre question, coming out of nowhere in a light Russian accent.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Aug 14, 2013 12:44:03 GMT -8
tagged: reit, sylph. time: May 12th 2012, 1:30. speech: hayden. notes: I FACE OUT I HOLD OUT I REACH OUT TO THE TRUTH!!! "Julie? Julie? Why are you here?" Hayden was practically yelling as he shook the bars, waiting for either of the blondes to provide an answer. He glanced up towards Bailey, who seemed to be as panicked as he was; he was talking to them, yelling as though he knew them, speaking of a collective we rather than-- oh. Oh. Oh! Hayden glanced up at Bailey, then back at Julie, then back at the other blonde as it all sank in. So they all knew each other from somewhere. But how? "What a coincidence," he muttered underneath his breath. He was interrupted by a baritone, one devoid of its usual sarcasm and joy.
"Beluga. Oh my god, I didn't think I'd see you here-- fuck," said the blonde as he too grabbed hold of the bars. "Shit bro, are you here to bail us out? It happened when we went to the cinema. We decided we were going to get you some candy cause you couldn't come with us," he paused for a minute, glancing towards the girl with a sheepish look on his face, "And we forgot to pay for your Pick-N-Mix. We've been thrown in here for a life sentence."
"T- that's hardly necessary, is it?" Hayden exclaimed. "You could have just paid, couldn't you?"
"I don't know! I didn't even mean 'forgot to pay' figuratively," he even added, dramatically throwing his hands up in the air. Too dramatically, Hayden couldn't help but note-- if he hadn't known better, he would have thought the guy was joking around, but his expression was completely earnest. "We've been flung into jail because of a bag of candy, which we could very well have just paid for. Fucking--"
"A- ah!"
Hayden whirled around when the third person addressed him to speak, biting his lip. "We... We met a couple of weeks ago when we were signing up to work at the Herschels' candy store." Wait a minute, hadn't it... Hadn't it been summer when they'd first met? Why was it so cold now? Come to think of it, why were they even here?
"Bailey... What are you doing in Korea?" Hayden suddenly piped up. "Who- who did you come with?"
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Post by BAILEY WHELAN on Aug 15, 2013 4:30:49 GMT -8
tagged: fate, mikhail, hayden. time: may 12, 2012 - 1:30AM. speech: bailey. notes: please pm if there's issues. "A bag of candy. Callum Snow, are you fucking serious?" Bailey had more or less mashed himself against the bars to Callum and Juliette's cell at this point. "I mean, thank you for thinking of me, but how did you manage to not remember that not paying for candy would... would..." Wait. Wait, what? Not paying for a bag of candy could land you a life sentence now? When had that happened? Was shoplifting now an offense that could garner one a life sentence? That... was quite bizarre, to say the truth. And yet it... somehow made sense? Except Bailey couldn't quite figure out why it made sense. It seemed like it wasn't supposed to make any sense at all, and yet it somehow did? Or was it the other way around, where it seemed like it should be making sense, but wasn't? All this was only serving to make his head spin.
And then that was when another voice cut in, and it was honestly a welcome relief for Bailey to stop thinking about why everything made sense even if it made no sense when it did make sense and -- no, no more. Just stop. Answer the question. Just answer the question that the strange, ghostly-looking man was asking. "Yes, it's just like Hayden said, I met him when I was applying to work part-time at Herschel's a little while ago and -- wait." Bailey looked up at Hayden, suddenly looking very, very alarmed. "That... was a couple of weeks ago? But that happened back at the end of April or the beginning of May, it's December now and... and..." He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember past the middle of May. June, July, and all of the months leading up until the very end of December -- he couldn't remember anything from those six or seven months. Absolutely nothing. Not what he did over the summer or what his grades were or what he had done on his birthday -- nothing.
"Hayden... what happened during the past half a year?" Bailey asked, his voice trembling a bit. He couldn't remember a single thing and that was really wigging him out. "What do you mean why am I in Korea, I wanted to ask you the exact same thing -- huh?" Who had he come with to Korea? That was easy, he had come with -- wait, hold on. He couldn't remember that either. The logical answer would be his parents, but if that was the case, then how come he had no recollection of them even being Korea at the moment? As far as he knew, they were still in Russia -- but that was where they were back in May, and he had no idea if they had moved at all during the months that were missing in his memories and... he didn't know. "... I can't remember who," Bailey finally said, wide-eyed with disbelief. "I don't even remember when I got here, what the hell -- ?!" Something was wrong. Very wrong.
And then that was when the strange picking feeling started. Like someone scraping a fingernail against him, except that it seemed to be inside his head. It felt like someone was scratching at the inside of his brain, and Bailey was quick to bring both of his hands up to start feeling at his head. "Shit... shit, Hayden, it feels like there's something in my head," Bailey said, his breathing starting take on a panicked sort of quality. He was losing it. There was no other possible explanation as to why he couldn't remember half a year's worth of memories, why nothing around him was making any sort of sense, and why it suddenly felt like there was something or someone poking around inside of his brain. "I'm going crazy, aren't I? That has to be it, right?" He winced -- that poking feeling in his head was starting to hurt a little bit.
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Post by F A T E on Aug 28, 2013 0:37:16 GMT -8
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She could almost taste it - the panic that the dreamer was now emitting. And she reveled in it, growing stronger as it increased in intensity. There was surprisingly little coming off from the pale guy, which disappointed her, and the other guy was so-so. Her most pressing concern was, of course. the dreamer. But through careful observation she found he was starting to... starting to notice the anomaly between reality and the dream land. And there was no way in hell she was letting that happen. So she used the (fairly considerable) amount of power she had to plant an idea into his head, which wasn't too hard of a feat.
The dream eater merely suggested that there might not be anymore candy anymore. Perhaps that was why stealing candy was a serious offense now - there was a high demand and a short supply. In fact, maybe that Pick-N-Mix... was the last bag, and now it was gone, and that was why they were arrested. And the unexplained leap in months from their head could have perhaps been when the revelation that there was no more candy had been revealed to the public and they simply had... no recollection. Or something like that. She just wanted to implant the suggestion into his brain to get him to think of something else, something other than how this may well be a dream and not reality.
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Aug 28, 2013 10:58:16 GMT -8
tagged: event. time: may 12th, 1am. notes: notes. Herschel's Candy Store? For a moment Mikhail wracked his brains, but it took only a moment to make the connection. That had been the candy store he'd visited, only he had absolutely not seen either of the boys there. It had just been him and the old man--he'd have remembered if someone else was working in such a small store, wouldn't he? Maybe he'd passed them on the way out or something, but he sincerely doubted it. It was just too specific a thing.
He was almost entirely ignoring the other people--they weren't in the cell, and they hadn't been on the street. Instead the focus was on the two boys his mind had conjured up. It was strange enough that he hadn't already woken. Generally the simple act of realizing something was a dream was enough to snap out of it. Dreams tried to tell you things, and in the end he could only stare in confusion. What was this dream trying to tell him with two young boys who worked at a candy shop and prison? None of it made sense unless--
Oh no. This was absolutely not one of those dreams. Absolutely not. Two young boys and him in prison? No. Nope nope nope. Absolutely not. Dreams were about things you were suppressing, and there was nothing about it he was suppressing. He'd already come to terms that sometimes (alright, most of the time) he liked men, so it wasn't that, but...
He hesitated and gave the pair a glance before returning to his mental mantra of 'nope nope nope'. They were about as far from his type as humanly possible--thin and young and no. Absolutely not.
His distress was so great that he really wasn't paying attention to what the boys were saying to each other. After all, if it had been a true dream of his, they wouldn't be saying anything of importance at all.
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