.05 【dream】
[Alice is running.
She races through a pitch-black system of caves, tripping and stumbling, trying to escape the footsteps and loud voices behind her.]
Get her! [they call.]
Leave me alone! [she screams back. But as she takes a moment to look over her shoulder and assure that she's a fair distance away from them, she loses her balance, and tumbles to the ground. Ugly blotches of purple are forming her paper-thin, chalky skin, and the voices behind her are getting louder.
Finally they reach her, a pack of three boys far taller and stronger than her. The one in the middle casts a flashlight beam on her, and she winces and scrambles backwards uselessly.]
What is the point of this? [she asks, breathlessly. Her skin is beginning to prickle painfully from the light. It's not enough to cause real harm, but it's an uncomfortable sensation.]
You don't belong here, [says the middle boy, scowling.]
I can't very well leave, [she retorts.] Where do you suggest I go?
We suggest, [begins the boy on the right,] that you go back to being dead.
[With that, they lunge at her.]
[ooc: part of the dream event!]
She races through a pitch-black system of caves, tripping and stumbling, trying to escape the footsteps and loud voices behind her.]
Get her! [they call.]
Leave me alone! [she screams back. But as she takes a moment to look over her shoulder and assure that she's a fair distance away from them, she loses her balance, and tumbles to the ground. Ugly blotches of purple are forming her paper-thin, chalky skin, and the voices behind her are getting louder.
Finally they reach her, a pack of three boys far taller and stronger than her. The one in the middle casts a flashlight beam on her, and she winces and scrambles backwards uselessly.]
What is the point of this? [she asks, breathlessly. Her skin is beginning to prickle painfully from the light. It's not enough to cause real harm, but it's an uncomfortable sensation.]
You don't belong here, [says the middle boy, scowling.]
I can't very well leave, [she retorts.] Where do you suggest I go?
We suggest, [begins the boy on the right,] that you go back to being dead.
[With that, they lunge at her.]
[ooc: part of the dream event!]