Comments | stop_panicking: Come Dreamwalk With Me 7 (Open to anyone on the Loki)

curious_copycat in stop_panicking

Come Dreamwalk With Me 7 (Open to anyone on the Loki)

Jun 22, 2011 22:32

Who: Polly (curious_copycat) and anyone on the Loki
What: Nocturnal Telepathic Shenanigans, Random CR, Drama, Exposition, Crack, Surreal Shite, Whatever You Want.
Where: In Your Head... or Polly's
When: ANY TIME during the plot!
Warnings: They're dreams. Anything--absolutely anything--can happen. Not even the laws of physics apply.

( A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world )

mihael "mello" keehl, genkaku, minato arisato, !lost in space: redux, polly zyanya, remus lo parrero, suguru fujisaki, kiriko, maxine "max" gibson, nepeta leijon

Leave a comment

Back to all threads

I think this is the first time Mello and Polly interact! chocogun June 24 2011, 20:54:21 UTC

Mello didn’t sleep much since he was forever paranoid, and he rarely remembered his dreams. Sometimes, when he dreamed about his own death, he’d wake up with his chest hurting badly, but he didn’t remember the dream per say - just the feeling.

However, this time it wasn’t about his death or anyone’s death. This time it was about his childhood, when he was around his 12, still a boy but already with a nasty frown on his face. He was looking at a piece of paper that had marked at a corner, in red, the number “99” - yup, test results.

The child sat on the floor, looking at the big number and angrily he ripped the paper apart and threw it aside.

Yay, fresh CR! :-D curious_copycat June 25 2011, 05:58:11 UTC

The girl had discovered the door, mysterious and out of place, in a wall in her memory, where it shouldn't have been. She pulled it open and looked through just in time to see him tearing up his paper.

Cautiously, she stepped through into the dream entirely.

"Hello...? Are you alright?"

chocogun June 26 2011, 13:49:02 UTC

The child turned to look at her and he crosses his arms, huffing after "I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?!" obviously lying, Mello got up and kicked the pieces of paper after as if he was trying to hide them under his shoes.

His eyes avoided looking at her for the time being, as a hint of shame could be seen in his eyes.

curious_copycat June 27 2011, 07:58:46 UTC

With a small, concerned frown, she stepped closer, head tilting to the side curiously.

"You don't look fine." she murmured hesitantly, "You look upset."

Tentatively, she reached down and picked up a stray scrap of the paper, looking at it curiously.

"Was it an important test...?"

chocogun June 27 2011, 08:35:17 UTC

"It's not important." the child looks at her. "It's just failure." he says in a bitter tone.

curious_copycat June 27 2011, 10:19:56 UTC

Her frown deepened slightly. Sharp-eyed as she was, she had caught a glimpse of the score written on the paper.

"A 99 isn't a failure--it's almost a perfect score!"

chocogun June 27 2011, 11:31:16 UTC

"It doesn't matter how many I got right. Only how many I got wrong." Mello kicks the air a bit, still obviously angry "And getting one wrong is a failure."

curious_copycat June 30 2011, 03:39:08 UTC

“Well of course it matters how many you got right!” the girl replied, folding her arms stubbornly. “If getting one wrong mattered that much, you would’ve gotten a zero!”

She gave him a curious, and slightly concerned look.

“Why is it so important?”

chocogun June 30 2011, 09:49:27 UTC

"Because I wasn't the best." From all the 99 points he's got, that 1 point missing is the one that hurts the most.

curious_copycat June 30 2011, 10:00:32 UTC

"But why is that so important...? You still did really well! Most people wouldn't have gotten that much..."

She blinked down at the little scrap of paper, but there was too little of it left for her to be able to tell much about what had been on the paper.

"What was the test about, anyway?"

chocogun June 30 2011, 10:04:04 UTC

"It doesn't matter what the test is about. I have to be the best!" the blue angry eyes look up at Polly "I'm always the second! No matter how much I try, how much I study, how much I work, I'm always the second!"

"That bloody twit is always better than me!" and like a child throwing a tantrum - because it was - Mello pouted.

curious_copycat June 30 2011, 10:33:06 UTC

"Who's better?"

The girl realized that she'd somehow stumbled upon some old rivalry, her own intensely blue eyes peering at him questioningly--and perhaps a little concernedly.

This tantrum didn't seem... entirely healthy.

"Is it someone on the ship?"

chocogun June 30 2011, 10:44:02 UTC

The child looked up at her again, and Mello went silent. "No." the non-dream Mello would never admit this with the sorrow the 12 year old dream-Mello just showed.

A sorrow that quickly turned into a serious blank expression, mind you "He is always mocking me. He is always the best. I don't want to be anyone's shadow."

curious_copycat June 30 2011, 10:59:17 UTC

"You don't look like anyone's shadow to me..."

No matter how quickly he'd rearranged his expression, Polly caught that sadness. She couldn't help a small, sympathetic twinge. She knew what it was like to wish someone was there, when they weren't.

She created a cup of tea and offered it to him--it always comforted her, at least a little, so she took a chance that it might comfort him too.

"Who's he?"

chocogun June 30 2011, 11:07:40 UTC

Oh, tea. Mello's hands reached for the cup and took a sip with delight. Comforting or not, it was something he appreciated.

"We have been competing since I can remember." his next words were spoken with disdain "The perfect Near. Always the best scores, so calm and collected." another sip to calm his bitter words down.

curious_copycat July 1 2011, 07:39:02 UTC

Polly brightened when he accepted the cup.

She tilted her head contemplatively.

"But nobody's perfect... He must make mistakes sometimes."

Back to all threads