Rebel // 62 [Action] AU Event
[She’s trapped within herself, encased within a blinding light she cannot take herself away from. She can’t open her eyes-it’s too bright. Her body won’t budge. She can’t breathe. She cannot even think. Noel’s head is buried in her lap, her entire body bare and warm to the touch; the air within this light soaring so fast that it felt as though it were burning through her.
Thousands of something, souls, whatever, circle past her at equally alarming rates and their screams pierce through her sensitive ears. Crying in agony. Begging for something to finally end them from this terrible fate… screaming at her, the only living thing left within this enclosed hellfire. Noel felt like she could die.
Why her?
She could cry if she wanted to, or she could scream with the souls that did as such so freely, but she remains encased within her own shell. Unmoving. Unthinking. All alone in this small, horrifying world of hers, where there was nothing. Nothing. Nothing…
Then, she begins to descend.]
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[Noel awoke with a crash, having fallen out of bed and awakening just as she hit the ground. There was no immediate reaction from her, besides a low groan. She felt disgusting and even a little nauseous-her body was in a cold sweat and her heart was beating so fast.
The dream was still so vivid in her mind, and though she didn’t understand it (and besides the fact that it was just only a, you know, dream) it made her want to cry. Moments pass before she moved herself from the awkward position, only to realize that one of Nu’s cats had somehow gotten into the room and was staring at her, wide-eyed, as if she were crazy. It was exactly three in the morning, and thanks to that heat wave the night air was stifling.
When Noel reaches to pet the cat, it runs away.
Soon after, she realized that she could no longer sleep after the dream and, feeling she needed the air, sneaked outside to head to the plaza. It was early morning, so it wasn’t like there would be anyone around to poke at her… right? Still, the action in itself wasn’t like Noel. Had this dream-nightmare or whatever-really affected her so badly? She was aware of the messages going around the Journals about such dreams, that maybe it was another Shift (so soon?) , but… it continued to eat away at her mind. Just like the last two, sans less horrifying.
Eventually, she reached the plaza and sat herself down at the fountain. Here, she may be able to think a bit more clearly. Maybe. Who knows? But for now, Noel is a bit thankful for where she’s at.
Thankful that it was a, you know… dream.
The moon’s so bright tonight.]
Thousands of something, souls, whatever, circle past her at equally alarming rates and their screams pierce through her sensitive ears. Crying in agony. Begging for something to finally end them from this terrible fate… screaming at her, the only living thing left within this enclosed hellfire. Noel felt like she could die.
Why her?
She could cry if she wanted to, or she could scream with the souls that did as such so freely, but she remains encased within her own shell. Unmoving. Unthinking. All alone in this small, horrifying world of hers, where there was nothing. Nothing. Nothing…
Then, she begins to descend.]
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[Noel awoke with a crash, having fallen out of bed and awakening just as she hit the ground. There was no immediate reaction from her, besides a low groan. She felt disgusting and even a little nauseous-her body was in a cold sweat and her heart was beating so fast.
The dream was still so vivid in her mind, and though she didn’t understand it (and besides the fact that it was just only a, you know, dream) it made her want to cry. Moments pass before she moved herself from the awkward position, only to realize that one of Nu’s cats had somehow gotten into the room and was staring at her, wide-eyed, as if she were crazy. It was exactly three in the morning, and thanks to that heat wave the night air was stifling.
When Noel reaches to pet the cat, it runs away.
Soon after, she realized that she could no longer sleep after the dream and, feeling she needed the air, sneaked outside to head to the plaza. It was early morning, so it wasn’t like there would be anyone around to poke at her… right? Still, the action in itself wasn’t like Noel. Had this dream-nightmare or whatever-really affected her so badly? She was aware of the messages going around the Journals about such dreams, that maybe it was another Shift (so soon?) , but… it continued to eat away at her mind. Just like the last two, sans less horrifying.
Eventually, she reached the plaza and sat herself down at the fountain. Here, she may be able to think a bit more clearly. Maybe. Who knows? But for now, Noel is a bit thankful for where she’s at.
Thankful that it was a, you know… dream.
The moon’s so bright tonight.]