❝relax on this bed of nails, on this plastic sheet; your blood leaves a trail right back to me.❞
WHO: Miranda Lotto [oldclock] and open to her housemates!
WHAT: Miranda's first nightmare via the event.
WHERE: The living room of Miranda's house.
WHEN: After this post.
[There weren't many words to describe this. Terrifying, frightening -- they didn't quite fit it very well. The nightmare was something old; from when she'f first gotten involved with the Exorcists. The Noah, Road, had nailed her to her Grandfather Clock -- her Innocence -- by the palms of her hands.
And then when Miranda woke, she was in the living room. A strange thing; she didn't sleepwalk, and Miranda was positive she'd gone to bed. But that was the last thing on her mind, really, considering the more important detail like the fact that she'd woken up nailed to the large clock in the living room.
But Trunks was coming, and Sachiko had heard her screaming for help. Miranda leaned her head against the wood of the clock, trying not to panic. Trying not to think about the opened-scars on her hands or the blood running down the front and side of the clock, dripping to the floor as she sobbed out of pain and fear.]
WHAT: Miranda's first nightmare via the event.
WHERE: The living room of Miranda's house.
WHEN: After this post.
[There weren't many words to describe this. Terrifying, frightening -- they didn't quite fit it very well. The nightmare was something old; from when she'f first gotten involved with the Exorcists. The Noah, Road, had nailed her to her Grandfather Clock -- her Innocence -- by the palms of her hands.
And then when Miranda woke, she was in the living room. A strange thing; she didn't sleepwalk, and Miranda was positive she'd gone to bed. But that was the last thing on her mind, really, considering the more important detail like the fact that she'd woken up nailed to the large clock in the living room.
But Trunks was coming, and Sachiko had heard her screaming for help. Miranda leaned her head against the wood of the clock, trying not to panic. Trying not to think about the opened-scars on her hands or the blood running down the front and side of the clock, dripping to the floor as she sobbed out of pain and fear.]